Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Enough said.
*Never Felt So Alone*
It's been a year since he left. He was always the brave one. Always putting others first. Always leaving himself for last.
He claimed he was endangering all of us by staying. He thought that if he stayed, the result would be that one of us would get hurt. Hurt badly or killed. So he left. Left all of us and ran to hide across the world. He thought he was drawing the threat with him, away from us.
He wasn't.
Everyone had seen the papers. They had read the papers. The papers that were filled with stories on the infamous dream team. There wasn't one person in the Wizarding world that didn't know the adventures of the famous Harry Potter and his best friends. His fellow adventurers, brunette bookworm Hermione Granger and the temperamental redhead Ron Weasley.
You-Know-Who was no exception.
He knew Harry. He knew Harry would do anything for his friends. Anything. Especially for his two best friends. He knew Harry too well. Too well to go chasing after him. He knew that Harry would come running back if there were the slightest hint that anything had happened to Ron or me.
His leaving didn't change anything. It just stalled what was destined to happen.
Destiny took its course. You-Know-Who attacked Ron and me. I got away safely. Ron didn't.
Ron was able to tell me his last wish before we got separated. It was to warn Harry not to come. To tell Harry not to try and save him.
He distracted the guards and I got out. That was the last time I saw him. I went to try to find Harry. Ron stayed.
I went back to everyone else, and we all tried to contact Harry. We all tried to get to him before You-Know-Who did. To tell him not to go.
But when did Harry ever listen to us? When did he when other's lives were at stake? Especially his best friend's life?
Never.
Before any of us could stop him he came back running. Running right into You-Know-Who's clutches. Giving himself up so he could save his best friend.
Heroic. It might seem that way to some. But not me. If he were heroic, he would have thought of the rest of the world. How they would react. Or he at least could have thought of his other best friend. And how she would react if he didn't return.
That thought never passed through his mind. He never thought about the other third of the infamous trio. The only thing that he could think about was rescuing Ron Weasley.
He never thought about me.
Never thought about how I would react to his going. He never even asked me about the situation with Ron. What Ron would have wanted to happen.
The dream team.
Harry, Ron and Hermione. Three best friends. The infamous trio, as we were known at Hogwarts.
The once famous trio has fallen. Fallen apart. A triple act was now down to a solo performance. With me as the main attraction.
Alone. No backups.
Best friends gone.
Maybe if he had stayed here, we would have been able to contact him sooner. Maybe we could have knocked some sense into him and convinced him not to go. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened.
But it's too late. It did happen. It's done.
And I've never felt so alone.
A/N: And there's the first chapter. I hope you liked it!! And in case you didn't pick it up, this story will be in Hermione's point of view.
Please review, I would really like to know what you think of it. I can also clear up any questions you might have. It might seem a little vague but it'll get better. The next chapter will be loaded up soon, and I hope you're looking forward to it!
~*hpdancer92*~
*Never Felt So Alone*
It's been a year since he left. He was always the brave one. Always putting others first. Always leaving himself for last.
He claimed he was endangering all of us by staying. He thought that if he stayed, the result would be that one of us would get hurt. Hurt badly or killed. So he left. Left all of us and ran to hide across the world. He thought he was drawing the threat with him, away from us.
He wasn't.
Everyone had seen the papers. They had read the papers. The papers that were filled with stories on the infamous dream team. There wasn't one person in the Wizarding world that didn't know the adventures of the famous Harry Potter and his best friends. His fellow adventurers, brunette bookworm Hermione Granger and the temperamental redhead Ron Weasley.
You-Know-Who was no exception.
He knew Harry. He knew Harry would do anything for his friends. Anything. Especially for his two best friends. He knew Harry too well. Too well to go chasing after him. He knew that Harry would come running back if there were the slightest hint that anything had happened to Ron or me.
His leaving didn't change anything. It just stalled what was destined to happen.
Destiny took its course. You-Know-Who attacked Ron and me. I got away safely. Ron didn't.
Ron was able to tell me his last wish before we got separated. It was to warn Harry not to come. To tell Harry not to try and save him.
He distracted the guards and I got out. That was the last time I saw him. I went to try to find Harry. Ron stayed.
I went back to everyone else, and we all tried to contact Harry. We all tried to get to him before You-Know-Who did. To tell him not to go.
But when did Harry ever listen to us? When did he when other's lives were at stake? Especially his best friend's life?
Never.
Before any of us could stop him he came back running. Running right into You-Know-Who's clutches. Giving himself up so he could save his best friend.
Heroic. It might seem that way to some. But not me. If he were heroic, he would have thought of the rest of the world. How they would react. Or he at least could have thought of his other best friend. And how she would react if he didn't return.
That thought never passed through his mind. He never thought about the other third of the infamous trio. The only thing that he could think about was rescuing Ron Weasley.
He never thought about me.
Never thought about how I would react to his going. He never even asked me about the situation with Ron. What Ron would have wanted to happen.
The dream team.
Harry, Ron and Hermione. Three best friends. The infamous trio, as we were known at Hogwarts.
The once famous trio has fallen. Fallen apart. A triple act was now down to a solo performance. With me as the main attraction.
Alone. No backups.
Best friends gone.
Maybe if he had stayed here, we would have been able to contact him sooner. Maybe we could have knocked some sense into him and convinced him not to go. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened.
But it's too late. It did happen. It's done.
And I've never felt so alone.
A/N: And there's the first chapter. I hope you liked it!! And in case you didn't pick it up, this story will be in Hermione's point of view.
Please review, I would really like to know what you think of it. I can also clear up any questions you might have. It might seem a little vague but it'll get better. The next chapter will be loaded up soon, and I hope you're looking forward to it!
~*hpdancer92*~