A/n: just a little Hhr one-shot angst-as if it would be anything else right? Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: not mine.
The Shadow Boy
They say you can feel it when your soul mate dies.
And it's true.
What they don't know is that after, you can never really feel anything again.
My name is Hermione Granger and I live at the edge of the forest.
You hear things in the forest.
You hear things in the silence of the motionless trees.
You hear the whispers.
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And I know, I know that you really did love me. Only it doesn't matter much now, dose it?
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Sometimes I see a boy, a half dream half shadow. He has blood on his hands and his eyes are trapped and terrified, as he mouths silently pleas at me. Hermione.Hermione.Hermione. Not for him a quiet death and drift into darkness. There is too much pain on his soul now.
In my mind you age with me, but suppose you'll always just be a seventeen year old ghost calling my name.
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The others don't come any more. They used to, and joke about the hermitest in the woods, but it got awkward when i wouldn't look at them, wouldn't speak to them, so stopped coming and if I could I would have been glade because I couldn't hear the whispers when they joked and couldn't find the shadow boy when they came.
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I felt you die.
Do you know?
Do you know?!
I felt you stop breathing, felt your heart stop beating, stop bleeding- and I knew I would never feel anything again.
Do You Know?
DO YOU KNOW?!
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Of course you don't, your just a shadow boy, your just whispers in the silence.
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And I know,
I know you really did love me.
I just can't feel it to know what it means.
-fin-