VERY SHORT little piece.
Not like any of the other stuff I've written... that was in grade 7 or something.
Me no own Harry Potter
Let the games begin xD
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"Do you miss him?"
"Still miss him?"
It had been twelve years since the war. Twelve long years filled with the slow process of pulling the wizarding world back together, getting it back on it's feet again.
There had been numerous losses; friends and foe, muggle and wizard alike. They are all alike in death.
She stared into the fire, not thinking about the man sitting on the armchair next to her, stroking her hair soothingly. He'd heard this many times.
"So young. Too young." Her voice was steady, she was all cried out. She's been so for almost a year now.
"I know. It wasn't fair. It will never be fair." The man's voice is calm. He cried on day one and never looked back. His heart is an icy cavern. They've all lost loved ones, aged too quickly- shoots of grey dot the mess of brown hair that adorns the woman's head. She's only twenty three.
"Put it behind you," He starts to say, knowing it doesn't mean anything. How do you cope with a loss like that?
"You don't understand,"
"I know. I never will."
She turns away; he takes his hand back, knowing when she needs time to herself. He's slipped into the routine of caring for her; it's pretty basic. He can handle it.
Then, unexpectedly she turns around and gets up. "Lets go."
He stands up, resigned. Answers with an agreeing grunt, it's been a long day.
She leads the way down the hall, out the side door and down a well beaten path. They trudge along in silence, not worried in the least about enemies or darkness. She's to preoccupied to care, and he knows in his heart that the danger is gone, it's moved on, leaving only havoc and ruin in its wake.
They finally arrive at their destination. They could have apperated, but she finds the walk soothing, and he thinks it's not appropriate to apperate to such a magical place.
They walk together amongst the headstones that fill the field in straight rows, stopping at a large one with a mounted rider on a rearing horse engraved onto it.
A pair of each brown and emerald green eyes stare in silence at the tombstone in front of them.
All that was on it was a name- they had chosen the image in place of a reading.
"Ronald Weasley"
Underneath it had been scratched, so long ago it was beginning to fade, the words:
'My white knight-
Hermione.'
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AN- did you know it was Harry from the start? Well, if yo uhadn't read my other fics ''
You're not supposed to but I think I made it to obvious /