Hey this is my second fan fiction and I don't know how you all will like
it. It's kind of short but if you like it so much I might continue. This is
just what thinking about my life gets me. I hope you enjoy and don't forget
to review. Thanks oh yea and I don't own Harry Potter, the only thing I
think I own is the plot or at least I hope I own it. At the beginning it is
a narrator speaking but then it goes into the POV of Hermione.
Is it Possible to Erase a Person from Existence?
It has been four months since Harry died. It seems Ron and Hermione are taking it well, but you never know what goes on in others heads. Now Ron and Hermione don't spend as much of their time together. Ron has found a new group of friends to hang with and Hermione has been spending a lot of her time by herself, in a little room writing in a diary. But as one might expect her to be writing about Harry's death, it seems that far from her mind...
I have been trying to convince myself that HE doesn't exist to me anymore. But the more I try the more I seem to think about him, and the angrier I seem to get. I have been so much happier since I have broken our friendship, it seems like. I have been sleeping later, laughing more, and not thinking so much of my pain but of others. It seems as in loosing a 'good' friend; I have found the true me again. The me that has been long forgotten. But as I try to forget everything, I can't help but wonder what it would be like, if we were still friends. We haven't talked in so long and something inside me tells me it's not right. But when I see myself happy, I just push that feeling aside as if it was nothing. Everything he had done to me, every night he made e cry still makes me wish he would burn in hell and get wheat he deserves. I try to think, I try to forget but the memories are all around me, the pain still consumes me. Still the 'what if' crosses my mind as if I didn't already have enough to deal with. It makes me wonder if I can mend the broken friendship; it makes me wonder if I should. All the broken promises, the lies, the hallow apologies. It seems my heart can't take anymore of it. I try and convince myself it's for the better. I try to believe that he too, is happier. I try to...to hide from the truth. I'm just afraid. Afraid of being happy with him as a friend. It's been so long since I've talked to him; it would seem awkward now to do so. Maybe I should just forget and move on. Maybe...it's for the better. Dwelling in the past is never a good thing, for the past can't be undone, nor can it change. So is this a new chapter of my life? I do hope so.
Hermione finished the last sentence. She was sitting at a desk in front of a window. As she slowly closed the little leather bound book she looked out the window. She saw Ron walking down a hill with his 'new' group of friends. Hermione gently wiped away a tear that was now rolling down her face. She watched her best friend, her only friend left, walk away forever. Him never really knowing how much she cared for him and he will never truly know. She could never express herself to his face. She could only write in words her true feelings in the little book that held her deepest thoughts. Was this truly the beginning of her 'new' life? Was she ready for the change?
Ok...please tell me what you think because I might continue. This was kind of a sad idea but this is based on my life right now. These are pretty much my words and feelings to loosing a great friend and I really don't know why. But anyway enough with my sad and pathetic life...I hope you enjoyed yourself and please review I love feedback on my stories...any kind I don't really care... more might come soon it all depends on how well you like.
Is it Possible to Erase a Person from Existence?
It has been four months since Harry died. It seems Ron and Hermione are taking it well, but you never know what goes on in others heads. Now Ron and Hermione don't spend as much of their time together. Ron has found a new group of friends to hang with and Hermione has been spending a lot of her time by herself, in a little room writing in a diary. But as one might expect her to be writing about Harry's death, it seems that far from her mind...
I have been trying to convince myself that HE doesn't exist to me anymore. But the more I try the more I seem to think about him, and the angrier I seem to get. I have been so much happier since I have broken our friendship, it seems like. I have been sleeping later, laughing more, and not thinking so much of my pain but of others. It seems as in loosing a 'good' friend; I have found the true me again. The me that has been long forgotten. But as I try to forget everything, I can't help but wonder what it would be like, if we were still friends. We haven't talked in so long and something inside me tells me it's not right. But when I see myself happy, I just push that feeling aside as if it was nothing. Everything he had done to me, every night he made e cry still makes me wish he would burn in hell and get wheat he deserves. I try to think, I try to forget but the memories are all around me, the pain still consumes me. Still the 'what if' crosses my mind as if I didn't already have enough to deal with. It makes me wonder if I can mend the broken friendship; it makes me wonder if I should. All the broken promises, the lies, the hallow apologies. It seems my heart can't take anymore of it. I try and convince myself it's for the better. I try to believe that he too, is happier. I try to...to hide from the truth. I'm just afraid. Afraid of being happy with him as a friend. It's been so long since I've talked to him; it would seem awkward now to do so. Maybe I should just forget and move on. Maybe...it's for the better. Dwelling in the past is never a good thing, for the past can't be undone, nor can it change. So is this a new chapter of my life? I do hope so.
Hermione finished the last sentence. She was sitting at a desk in front of a window. As she slowly closed the little leather bound book she looked out the window. She saw Ron walking down a hill with his 'new' group of friends. Hermione gently wiped away a tear that was now rolling down her face. She watched her best friend, her only friend left, walk away forever. Him never really knowing how much she cared for him and he will never truly know. She could never express herself to his face. She could only write in words her true feelings in the little book that held her deepest thoughts. Was this truly the beginning of her 'new' life? Was she ready for the change?
Ok...please tell me what you think because I might continue. This was kind of a sad idea but this is based on my life right now. These are pretty much my words and feelings to loosing a great friend and I really don't know why. But anyway enough with my sad and pathetic life...I hope you enjoyed yourself and please review I love feedback on my stories...any kind I don't really care... more might come soon it all depends on how well you like.