A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall by luvscharlie
I don't know what holds me to this graveyard, but regardless, I am here. Day after day, waiting and watching.
At first, I was happy that she came. It had been so long since I'd seen anyone but Mum and Dad. Mum came daily to cry over my lost life and Dad was often at her side. I had spent countless days and nights waiting to see Georgie and knowing that he wouldn't come. That was the problem with knowing someone the way I knew him; surprises were few and far between.
I heard her footsteps as they sloshed across the wet ground, but didn't bother to look up. It would only be Mum again come to cry over my headstone. Only, this time, it wasn't.
The rain had caused her bushy hair to frizz to the point that nothing could tame it. She was the last person I expected to see. What was Hermione Granger doing at my grave?
She dropped to her knees in front of my headstone and I followed suit beside her. How I wished she could see me. Her fingers traced the letters etched in the stone that spelled my name. I reached out to touch her, but my hand only passed right through.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, resting her forehead against the stone as the rain trickled down her face.
"Sorry for what?" I asked. I wanted so much for her to hear me; I needed to know her answer. Was it too much to hope that it was because she cared? Why? Why was she sorry?
She leaned forward, as though in answer to my question and pressed her lips to the cold stone, and I saw the tears escape her eyes. She stood and looked toward the heavens as the raindrops struck her face and I wished, oh how I wished that I, too, could feel that rain.
She turned to leave and whispered the words 'I love you.'
"I love you, too," I shouted. "I always have." I want to grab her, shake her, make her hear me. But, she is gone far too soon.
The rain, it comes harder and faster. Once again, I am alone. And, for a twin, that is its own kind of agony.
~Fin.~