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Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.
- Martin Luther King jr. -
Hermione watched as Harry walked down from the podium. With each step, he seemed to sag a little further.
By the time he reached his seat next to her, his head was drooped so low she could no longer see his face.
He sat down on the metal chair without a word. He leant forwards and stared blankly at the Ministry official who was the next to speak.
He was hating this.
The blankness in his expression had been there for days. Occasionally there would be a flicker of light in his eyes, as though happiness might someday return to him; but it always disappeared faster than it had come.
Hermione reached out, and took one of his hands into her own. Harry's face turned towards hers, a puzzled look in his expression. She fought the muscles in her face, the ones that once knew how to laugh, and gave him a weak, but gentle, smile.
It was returned by only a small twitch at the corner of his mouth, one that in happier times, might have grown into a real smile.
He took her hand though, and their fingers interlocked as they both turned back towards the podium.
~I~
They walked back to the apartment after the ceremony. The dirty autumn leaves drifted across the pavement as they walked. Neither said a word to each other, there wasn't need; for what did they have to say that hadn't already been said before? The wind blew at their pale, thin faces, and whistled around their heads.
~I~
They reached the grey building and entered, the interior was sparse – modernistic. They stopped outside a white door, which Harry silently held open, letting Hermione pass through.
The apartment was quiet, and empty. Harry soundlessly made his way over to one of room's armchairs and sat, continuing his blank staring.
Dead leaves brushed at the windows as the wind forced them to dance through the air. Night began to fall, and the dark shadows grew, but neither of the room's occupants made any sign of movement.
Hermione sat in darkness; her hands clasped in her lap. Eyes locked on the only other occupant of the room. Looking, but unseeing.
There had been too many deaths. Far too many. Each ceremony took a little more – eating away at the both of them, leaving only hollow, empty shells behind.
"They don't get it."
She jumped, and Harry's dark face slowly turned towards her fearful eyes.
"They never did."
His voice scratchy from lack of use, and the words slowly crawled from his lips, as they had forgotten how to make such sounds.
He sat up and faced her, while she looked at him in puzzled fear; his eyes were dark, and his face pale.
"They don't know, and they never will – what it was like, what I went through."
The words echoed about the empty room, before leaving it to the inky darkness and silence once again.
Two pairs of eyes locked together across the room. Brown and green.
Staring; without expression.
Until the green severed the connection, dropping to the floor as Harry hung his head once again.
"I know."
Through chapped lips, it was barely a whisper.
Dark eyes locked again, faster than striking flint.
The world stopped for precious seconds.
Then there was a slight movement at the corner of his mouth; it twitched into a faint smile. Harry reached over and took one of Hermione's hands in his and squeezed it gently. The flicker of light in his eyes returned.
"I know."
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After two years away, I wanted to write something and this was the result.
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