Gone: Ch.1
Hermione Granger stood up from her seat and walked up to stand in front of the coffin. Taking a deep she turned around and stared at the crowd. So many faces she knew and others looked very familiar but she was sure she had never seen them before in her life. Then it hit her; it wasn't the people that looked familiar it was the look they had on their faces. It was the look of deep dispair. A look that Hermione was oh to familiar with. "I'm not sure if anything can be said to ease our pain but he knew this was coming his whole life. Knew the moment he looked evil in the face for the fist time," she stopped to take in the faces around her. Ron was sitting with numbness to him. Hermione knew he would never be the same again. Draco no longer had the look of arrogance but instead it was replaced with remorse. Tough he would not admit it but when this angel beside of her died so did a little part of him. Ginny could not be present on that devastating day for she was in the hospital lost in a coma. If it would have not been for Harry, Ginny would have die as well but Hermione assumed that once Ginny comes around (if she comes around) the news that Harry died saving her will more then likely kill the fiery redhead.
To make this day even more heartbreaking this day was seat aside to be a happy day. Harry was suppose to be up here getting read to receive his bride not getting ready to be put in the ground. Ginny's wedding dress is still hung in a locker down in the church basement. No one could muster enough strength to take it out. Hermione felt tears starting to burn the back of her eyes. She had to give her poem. So she took out a parchment that had blood and tear stains on it. Hermione had pulled the parchment out from under Harry's body the day he had fought and died. The paper had once had Lily and James Potter signature on it. Voldemort used it against Harry. It was the paper that had Wormtail accepting to be the Potters' secret keeper. Looking down at the paper she began to read the poem she had wrote the night the sheets covered Harry's body.
~~~~~~ Please God tell me why friends have to die. Its not right and it's not fair Oh God, why that night.
I didn't think life could end so fast he was so young at heart- but his years didn't last
Now it's too late to say-Goodbye. Please God tell me why? (At this point Mrs.Weasley was on her knees balling. Ron looked like he was also about to break down. Hermione looked up and dispite the please and crying she felt she needed to continue.)
Even if his soul is...flying free (Hermione almost lost herself at the mention of flying. Harry's favorite thing) Now his dreams can never be People aren't supposed to die. I need an answer God, Please tell me why. (Ron got up and walked out. Hermione wanted him to stay but she knew it was just too much for him.)
Maybe life isn't what it seems to be Not all people will get their dreams I know were all meant to die someday
Still God; I have to ask
WHY???
(Unknown Source)
~~~~~~~~ Tears where sliding down here face slowly. The taste of their saltiness was becoming a taste that made Hermione sick to her stomach.
Mrs.Weasley had turned herself a shade of blue from the lack of oxygen that was getting threw her sobs. Malfoy looked like someone was walking on his grave. Hermione knew he felt bad for picking on Harry so much. Ron was seating outside on the church steps with his head in his hands weeping like a baby. Ron weeps for Harry for his baby sister for the world. The same world that had once allowed Harry Potter to walk on its soil and now it would never allow the sun to see his face again. The world was going to bury the one true person who deserved to live a long, happy life more then anyone. Ron felt the world was being selfish. He cursed it until it didn't seem important anymore for he knew Harry Potter was gone.
Hermione Granger stood up from her seat and walked up to stand in front of the coffin. Taking a deep she turned around and stared at the crowd. So many faces she knew and others looked very familiar but she was sure she had never seen them before in her life. Then it hit her; it wasn't the people that looked familiar it was the look they had on their faces. It was the look of deep dispair. A look that Hermione was oh to familiar with. "I'm not sure if anything can be said to ease our pain but he knew this was coming his whole life. Knew the moment he looked evil in the face for the fist time," she stopped to take in the faces around her. Ron was sitting with numbness to him. Hermione knew he would never be the same again. Draco no longer had the look of arrogance but instead it was replaced with remorse. Tough he would not admit it but when this angel beside of her died so did a little part of him. Ginny could not be present on that devastating day for she was in the hospital lost in a coma. If it would have not been for Harry, Ginny would have die as well but Hermione assumed that once Ginny comes around (if she comes around) the news that Harry died saving her will more then likely kill the fiery redhead.
To make this day even more heartbreaking this day was seat aside to be a happy day. Harry was suppose to be up here getting read to receive his bride not getting ready to be put in the ground. Ginny's wedding dress is still hung in a locker down in the church basement. No one could muster enough strength to take it out. Hermione felt tears starting to burn the back of her eyes. She had to give her poem. So she took out a parchment that had blood and tear stains on it. Hermione had pulled the parchment out from under Harry's body the day he had fought and died. The paper had once had Lily and James Potter signature on it. Voldemort used it against Harry. It was the paper that had Wormtail accepting to be the Potters' secret keeper. Looking down at the paper she began to read the poem she had wrote the night the sheets covered Harry's body.
~~~~~~ Please God tell me why friends have to die. Its not right and it's not fair Oh God, why that night.
I didn't think life could end so fast he was so young at heart- but his years didn't last
Now it's too late to say-Goodbye. Please God tell me why? (At this point Mrs.Weasley was on her knees balling. Ron looked like he was also about to break down. Hermione looked up and dispite the please and crying she felt she needed to continue.)
Even if his soul is...flying free (Hermione almost lost herself at the mention of flying. Harry's favorite thing) Now his dreams can never be People aren't supposed to die. I need an answer God, Please tell me why. (Ron got up and walked out. Hermione wanted him to stay but she knew it was just too much for him.)
Maybe life isn't what it seems to be Not all people will get their dreams I know were all meant to die someday
Still God; I have to ask
WHY???
(Unknown Source)
~~~~~~~~ Tears where sliding down here face slowly. The taste of their saltiness was becoming a taste that made Hermione sick to her stomach.
Mrs.Weasley had turned herself a shade of blue from the lack of oxygen that was getting threw her sobs. Malfoy looked like someone was walking on his grave. Hermione knew he felt bad for picking on Harry so much. Ron was seating outside on the church steps with his head in his hands weeping like a baby. Ron weeps for Harry for his baby sister for the world. The same world that had once allowed Harry Potter to walk on its soil and now it would never allow the sun to see his face again. The world was going to bury the one true person who deserved to live a long, happy life more then anyone. Ron felt the world was being selfish. He cursed it until it didn't seem important anymore for he knew Harry Potter was gone.