snowflake

A/N:This is my second Harry Potter fanfic! I got the idea when I noticed it was snowing outside. I hope you like!


A shimmering snowflake landed on her hand. It stayed for a few seconds, then slowly melted away into a tiny droplet of water. She was soon surrounded by snow, falling all around her.
She remembered the day he left. It was a cloudy winter day, just like this one, and it had started to snow lightly.

I have to go, Hermione, said Harry.
Don't leave me, Harry, she replied.
I have to. I hate leaving you, but I will return. Wait for me, Hermione, said Harry.
She felt a tear run down her face.
I will always be waiting, she whispered.
With that, Harry smiled softly, then disappeared. Tears were flowing now, and they dripped one-by-one into the light snow that covered the ground.

Hermione shook her head. She didn't want to remember.
Harry had not come back yet. Hermione was still waiting, just like she said she would be. No one had heard from Harry, and most people said he was dead. They said he was lying in some gloomy sewer or alley, dead by a dark lord's spell, and no one could find him.
Hermione refused to believe the other wizards. Even Ron was losing faith. Harry had said that he was coming back, and Hermione constantly repeated that in her mind.
She started to get cold, and hugged her jacket tighter. The snow was heavier now, and the grass was almost completely hidden. She wiped the tears from her eyes.
She missed Harry terribly. More than anyone could imagine. Ron was of no help. He just did not understand. She had even thought that maybe he wasn't really coming back, that he just told he that so he wouldn't hurt her. But she was hurting. Hermione missed Harry with all her heart.
She turned around as she heard the snow crunching behind her. In the distance was a figure, somewhat tall in a hooded cloak. The figure advanced toward her. She stepped back a few inches, afraid of who might be under that hood.
Soon the figure was standing in front of her. The figure pulled back his hood to reveal his face. The person was fairly pale, with long black hair and bright emerald eyes. The hair and face was slightly different, but those eyes could be recognized anywhere.
She could hardly speak. All her doubts were destroyed, her worries demolished.
I told you I would come back, he said, softly. Harry reached inside his cloak and brought out a necklace.
It had a shiny silver chain and a charm. The charm was a tiny shimmering snowflake.
He slipped the necklace around her neck.
I love you, Hermione.