Chapter 1: Prologue
Hermione Granger apparated to the graveyard in Godrics Hollow, it was a humid night but her hair was as straight as ever. She was wearing all black, the black pumps he loved so much, her black shirt he got her for the interview with the ministry, and the knee-length black skirt that she got for Christmas last year from him. Tonight was all about remembering her loss, and she was going to do it in style.
Walking past all the weather-worn head stones she stopped, she could make out the faint outline of a person sitting in the grass. It was twelve thirty in the morning, who else would be here? Slowly she made her way over to the person.
"Mind if I join you?" Whoever it was jumped when she had asked the question.
"Sorry, I shouldn't be here; this is your time with him so I'll just go." Hermione gently placed her hand on the man's forearm.
"You can stay; I'd actually like the company tonight." She sat next to him on the grass. "How have you been?" she whispered to him.
"As good as I can get these days, how about you? How is everything in the mighty brain of Hermione Jean Granger?"
She laughed lightly. "I guess so, this time of year I get distracted and depressed, but no one ever says anything because they all know why." She choked on the last words. "I just miss him so much." She stated lamely.
"We all do, love, and if we didn't there would be a problem." The silence was welcoming considering the circumstances. "You were just about everything to him, except that little part he held reserve for me of course. He fancied you since our fourth year, and he counted down the days until we left school so we cold start our lives. He wanted to show you that he could be just as responsible and you could be, because maybe then you would have noticed him and liked him more."
"But I had already liked him! I liked him before you left and I knew that he could be responsible, you both could!" she started playing with the hem of her skirt. "He shouldn't have had to die, he wasn't supposed to. We were going to get married, and have kids, and live until we were 150!" tears formed in her chocolate eyes. "We were going to watch our kids grow old, then our grandkids, and maybe even their kids."
"He would have enjoyed that. Growing old with you and watching your family turn into mini-replicas of the two of you. I just want you to know that you are always going to be a part of our lives; and a part of our family even though he's gone."
"Thank you, I really needed this." Hermione wiped her face and got rid of the tears, and stared at the head stone.
"Let's go get a drink or something, on me."
"Alright, I'll be right there I just have to say something." Hermione pointed to the ground.
"Take your time." The man walked away and Hermione pulled a letter out of her pocket.
Setting the letter on the grave she also produced a single red rose. "I miss you so much, and it kills me knowing how close we were to being married. You shouldn't have died, I know you did it to save me but now what?" her bottom lip started trembling furiously. "Hopefully you get my letter; it says everything that I want you to know that way when we're together again you're caught up on my life down here. I'll write one every month and bring it by for you. I know that you're probably thinking and I'm crazy for not living my life up right now but this one day is just so hard to be happy on. Maybe someday I will be, for right now I'm going to go and try to live. I know that it's what you would want of me right now." Her eyes brimmed with tears and with her last words they spilled over. "I'll always love you, Fred."
A/N: Okay, so what do you think? My original story line for this fic got deleted, but I figured that I'd rather start it out this way. Please review, it really helps with knowing what I can improve on.
Until next time!
