This was just an idea I came up with while watching the new HP movie. There are twists for every chapter but the main idea is that after Ron leaves Harry and Hermione, the two continue to find the Horcruxs and eventually finish the job. Hermione and Harry part and go their separate ways and never see each other again. Years later, Ron, Hermione, Harry and some other characters visit the places that mean a lot to them. Some of these will be drabbles, some may be one-shots. Also, this is only my second fic in the HP fandom and so some feedback on what I'm writing will be appreciated.
The woman stood there alone, in the midst of the tress, looking straight ahead. It was early in the morning and only a handful of birds were singing the dawn chorus. There was a lake; vast, blue and flowing while the nearby mountains stood tall and imposing. It was autumn and the red and gold leaves seemed to glide down to the Earth gracefully. The crisp morning air seemed to be full of life and rejuvenated all it touched, but the woman paid no heed.
She was not looking at any of this. None of the beauty surrounding her could capture her attention, not the trees, or the birds, or the lake. Instead her full attention was concentrated on a small rag tied to a tree. It would have been called a scarf, years ago but now it was nothing more than a fraying cloth. The colour had faded completely and the cloth had now become a dull brown but the message was still the same.
The woman stared at the cloth with her head held high and her back straight, she gave off such a posture of strength but inside she was shutting down. Inside she felt pain and misery and although not a tear left her eyes, she was weeping on the inside. The war had turned her like that. She had seen so many die, her parents had disappeared and the one person whom she wanted to spend her entire life with was gone. Her happiness had deserted her and had left behind a cold, emotionless shell that could not feel.
She had tried to piece her life together, she had tried to move on and enjoy herself like others but it hadn't seemed to work. She had always found it hard to move on. She didn't regret what she had done to herself, she didn't even know what regret felt like anymore and you couldn't regret if you could not feel, could you? That's what the woman says to herself every morning when she awakes and it's what she says to herself every night as she falls asleep.
The woman never let her emotions out anymore, there was no one to let it out to but there was one day every year where she would let a single tear leave her eyes. It was the day her whole life had been taken away from her, not that she had known that then. She had always felt that even if her parents had disappeared and everyone around her had died, if she could have him by her side, she wouldn't have turned the way she has.
It's too late to find out though. He could be anywhere in the world, he could be living happily with a wife and kids or he could have left the entire magical world behind and settled down. She knew she couldn't trace him but she hoped that someday, she would see him again even for a single moment and she would be happy.
The woman closed her eyes and then opened them again, looking at the cloth once more. "Hermione" a voice called in the wind, so much like his but she didn't turn. His voice came back to her every time she visited; she knew it was all in her mind. "Hermione" the voice called again but the woman, Hermione turned away and disapperated as the dawn chorus reached a deafening crescendo and a single tear fell to the earth.
