A.N. Okay so I was listening to this song, Pale by Within Temptation, and decided to write a short fanfic. This is from Hermione's perspective and it takes place during the war. Hermione/Ron slash-ish at the end. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. I don't own the song, either. :/
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The world seems not the same
Though I know nothing has changed
It's all my state of mind
I can't leave it all behind
I have to stand up to be stronger
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I hated this. I wanted it to stop. It wasn't right. The war raged on, leaving more and more lifeless warriors, dead. It wasn't fair. Life wasn't fair... I tried thinking back; if this war hadn't started...would my life have better? Nothing has changed. Nothing will change. It was meant to be. I needed to get a grip. I focused on reality and made a decision. If I wanted this to end, I had to be a part in it.
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I have to try
To break free
From the thoughts in my mind
Use the time that I have
I can say goodbye
Have to make it right
Have to fight
'Cause I know in the end it's worthwhile
That the pain that I feel slowly fades away
It will be all right
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Even if I failed, I had to die, trying. I could feel a slight chill of hope, deep down. Hope. We didn't have much of that right now, considering everyone lying down at me feet. I heard Voldemort's voice in the distance, indicating my best friend had died. That was it. Our last bit of hope. It was over. The war was over. Giving up seemed so easy...no. I couldn't just do that. Harry wouldn't want that. I had to keep going. I had a small tingling feeling. I had to fight. To the end. I knew everything would go back to normal. Would it?
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I know
I should realize
Time is precious
It is worthwhile
Despite how I feel inside
Have to trust it'll be alright
Have to stand up to be stronger
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Harry was dead. What was I thinking? His body lay in front of me, unconscious. I felt tears slip down my face, leaving a trail. I looked around; everyone else seemed stricken by this fact. Harry Potter, my best friend, who helped me through my troubles, fears...dead. I shivered. This was not right. Not right at all. I felt Ginny stir beside me. She sobbed silently. It's going to be alright...going to be...alright...has to be...no. How? I couldn't even bring myself to this fact. I had no choice. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and cry. Cry till it was better. I wouldn't. Couldn't. I had to stay strong.
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Oh, this night is too long
Have no strength to go on
No more pain I'm floating away
Through the mist I see the face
Of an angel, calls my name
I remember you're the reason I have to stay
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I felt myself slipping away...losing focus around me. My knees buckled, but I forced myself to stay up. It was too much for me. I needed to let go. Of my pain, fears...losses. I closed my eyes and I saw him. Ron. He is the reason I am still standing. The reason I'm here. The reason I'm alive. Ron. He says my name. I am brought back to reality. Harry. His body is nowhere to be found. Madness was erupting. This could only mean one thing. He was alive. Ron was here. I am here. Alive.
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A.N. Okay, I'm done with that. I, honestly, didn't know what was going on in my head when I wrote this. Any who, I would GREATLY, yes, emphasis on great, appreciate it if you send me a review whether you liked what you read or not. If you guys have any fanfic ideas you would like me to write, don't hesitate to tell. Thank you guys, and girls, hope you have an AMAZING day. ^^