Disclaimer: Don't own anything in this story except the plot (if you can call it that) sigh...on with the fic...

A/N: This is sort of a un-official sequel to my other story "Without Looking Back"...this one is from Hermione's point of view...hope you like it...

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Hermione closed her front door and leaned against it.She had just come home from Ron's flat and she really didn't want to be home right now--yet she didn't think she could stand being around people either--she knew she wasn't fit company for anyone at the moment.Hermione sighed and walked firther into the dark flat, past the kitchen and into the living room, stopping in front of her small fireplace.She reached up and took down her favorite photo.It was an ordinary muggle photograph, one of the three of them.

They were standing in front of Hogwarts, it was the day that they had said their final goodbyes to the school and everyone in it.It wasn't graduation day because they had never graduated, rather, it was the day they had left to go find the remaining horocruxs.They had met up at Hogwarts, because, despite what had happened at the end of their sixth year, it was still the safest place that they could meet.There were other students and their families there, due to the fact that Hogwarts had been turned into a safe house.

Hermione shook her head to clear away the memories of that day, knowing they would only lead her to more unpleasant memories, and sighed again.She walked over to the nearest window and pulled back the curtain, letting in a flood of moonlight.When she looked down at the picture she still had clutched in her hand she didn't even bother trying to fight back the tears she could feel welling up.

"Oh Harry.Why did it have to be you? It shouldn't have been you.You were one of the good guys.Everyone knows the goodguys aren't supposed to die!"

She sobbed for a few moments before she spoke again. "I still miss you.I miss you everyday...from the time I wake up to the time I fall thankfully, blissfully, asleep.I don't want to forget you, but I'm afraid that I am.I've forgotten what your smile looks like.I've forgotten what your face looks like when you're angry.I've forgotten what your laugh sounds like.Hell, I've forgotten what your voice sounds like! And, yes, I can just look at your picture in the photo album to recall what your smile looks like, but it's not the same thing--it's not the real thing.You have no idea how much I want or how much I would give, to see the real thing.I can see you in my dreams, but I can't seem to keep the images when I wake.It honestly drives me crazy some days, and some days I just want to lay in bed and cry myself back to sleep.But I don't.I get up and go about my day, but you're always there in the back of my mind.Your face, your smile, just out of reach.I miss you.I miss you everyday, from the time I wake up to the time I fall thankfully, blissfully, asleep."

She stood looking at the picture a moment longer before she walked back to the fireplace and put the picture back.She gazed at the row of photos for a long moment, then turned her back on them and all the painful memories they conjured up, and headed to bed...

I miss you.