Fallen Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except this story plot and my own twisted sense of sanity. A sad, sad story starring Hermione. Song fic to Concrete Angel by Martina McBride.
There were birds chirping all around a lone young man about thirty years old as he sat on a concrete bench just staring at a concrete statue of an angel…. Remembering.
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
It was five years ago that they married; Hermione and Ron. They were so happy that day. Everyone was excited when they came back from their honeymoon in Italy, thinking that they would finally start their peaceful days.
Hermione had gotten an opportunity to go into an apprenticeship with a well-known Charms master, which she had accepted as Ron had gone into the Auror Academy.
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Time went by and no body wondered when she stopped going to her apprenticeship and start to become more of a housewife. Hiding the more noticeable bruises became second nature; hiding behind a smile was her mask.
Then one day, around four years ago, she just stopped coming to the Weasley Family Dinners as well and still no one thought about it.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
Reports of yelling came into the department, but since Hermione and Ron's rows in Hogwarts were legendary, no one thought of it, so eventually they stopped too.
Then, on a windy night the same man who sat crying at her graveyard; a man who figured out that he loved his best friend, apperated to an eerily silent apartment where his best friends lived. Hackles rising, he entered the apartment and saw a horrifying image. Raising his wand, he blasted Ronald Weasley off his dead wife. Gathering her body in his arms, he sent off a patronus, but knew it was too late.
He would learn later that the force that he blasted Ron with broke his back when he crashed against the kitchen counter.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
Snapping out of his memories, Harry rose from the bench and knelt by the grave of the strongest woman he knew. Raising his wand, he carved out the name Weasley and carved another:
Hermione Jane Weasley Potter
Sept. 19 1979- July 29, 2012
Beloved friend and wife
Turning his wand around, he smiled at the ghost that he saw in front of him.
"I'm sorry Mione." And a silent casting of Reducto later, and the Boy-Who-Lived died on top of his loves grave.
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
A blond woman with blue eyes and spacey expression visited the two graves of he friends five years later. Telling the two ghosts that only she could see all about the family and telling them not to worry.
"Luna!" and red head called from the distance.
"Coming Fredrick!" Raising from the bench that Harry sat on all those years ago, she said goodbye to her friends for the last time and walked to her rock, her friend, her husband.
A.N: yes, Fred survived the final battle, and yes, it is Canon, but far after it.
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