Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter... obviously.
Life was hard after the war, I would be lying if I didn't believe that. My name is Hermione Jean Granger. I have seen things no person should witness. I have had stuff done to me that no one should experience. But. I am alive. Fred isn't, nor Remus, Tonks, Sirius or Fred... The war was vicious, like a plague it claimed innocent people- fighters of the light into its dark void of sickness.
Life was hard... I would know. I've seen things... had things done to me... I just want to forget, but I can't. My memories of the past few months have been surging around in my mind- a storm of chaos- a torrent of unnatural emotions. Fred... Fred... Fred... his face is a reoccurrence in this flood. All I can see is his lifeless body engorged in the flood waters with other victims. I am helpless to save him- confined to my body- a prisoner of love.
Life was is hard. I am not coping. I can feel my grip on reality slipping. The hand of darkness is beckoning me forward. Would it be better to be surrounded by darkness, oblivious to this horrible reality without Fred?
No one knows. No one knows of my battle within myself. Harry is head over heels with Ginny. Ron is madly in love with Susan. Where is my fairytale? Where is my happily ever after? I run my skeletal fingers through my knotted and dull tawny hair, taking clumps with me. I can't take this. I have to escape- how? I wrap my arms around my tiny frame and sink to my knees, hugging myself- trying to keep myself together. I purge of vomit erupts from my mouth as I wipe the excess from my dry chapped lips. I shake myself and pick myself up and begin to pace in the padded cell. I run from wall to wall bouncing off the sides onto the floor- no escape. I scream and I scream and I scream.
I am a canvas of emotion just waiting to be painted. I'm all bottled up. I grab my thin white sheets and begin twisting them into a kind of rope. I go over to the window and stand on the battered chair. Sunset. I tie the makeshift rope around my neck and attach it to something- anything. Ah sunset is glorious, it really is beautiful- fitting that I see such beauty before I go to sleep. I kick out from underneath me. The sheet tightens around my neck. Oxygen is barred from my body, I feel myself slip into the hand of darkness. I love you Fred, I'm sorry.
I awake in a white room. It looks like Heathrow airport but cleaner. I am all alone apart from a red headed stranger sitting with his back facing me. I walk over slowly. The stranger gets up as I am approaching and turns around. A crooked grin greets me. FRED! My heart leaps as I run to embrace him. He tenderly cusps my face and reaches for my hand. We slowly walk hand in hand to the departure lounge. I am finally at peace.
A/N: Sorry it was a bit Emo. But yeah wanted to try a new angle of writing. I don't think Hermione would be like this character but it was interesting to write. Hopefully its not noticeable that this was done in 10 minutes and spur of the moment right before bed. I really am a champion procrastinator.
