More one-shots! Whe! Enjoy! This is my second Harry/Hermione. I LOVE writing them!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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You know, one of my best friends just died. Hermione Jane Granger. I thought it was all going to be good. I defeated Voldemort, and we were safe. Too bad there were still death eaters. They killed my beautiful Hermione.
Ron says I'm in shock. I can't feel a thing. I haven't processed the information yet.
Hermione and I loved camping. Whenever the wind blew, she would say the same thing.
"They're whispering Harry. About us. To us." She was sure that the trees were talking to us. I never believed it. But now, I'm sitting in our favorite camping place. I realize that she was once here, right where I'm sitting.
I must not be in shock anymore, considering the tears that are falling from my eyes. I stop crying, and begin to walk away. But suddenly, I stop dead. I stand perfectly still.
The cold night wind hits my bare arms. The trees are whispering. But what about? They can't be whispering to us. Us is gone. Now it is just me. But as I stare at the spot that I was previously sitting in, something odd becomes clear.
There's Hermione, sitting by a burnt out fire. A beautiful smile graces her face, and her sweet voice rings out.
"They're whispering Harry. About us. To us."
"Yes, they are." I reply.
But then, I blink, and she's gone. I turn and walk down the dirt road, leaving the spot behind. Another breeze blows past, and the trees start whispering. About us. To us.
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