Hey guys. Ok this is my first Harry Potter fanfic so be nice please. Its as if deathly hallows was not written I think seeing as none of us have read it so I can tell. Its also really sad so I'm just warning you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and probably never will. Oh well I can wish if I want to.
Dedication: This is dedicated to my two HP fan friends Alannah and Shane. You guys rock.
COLD NOVEMBER
The cold air blows through my auburn hair. The war is over as is many peoples lives both good and evil. The Order has fallen taking many Death Eaters with them. The wizarding community celebrates the end of an era of terror and mourns the loss of someone most valuable. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the chosen one, has died and with him all hopes of having a normal life. Along with him all those who I hold near and dear have been killed or vanished. Ron was murdered first quickly followed by Ginny. No one knows what happened in the fight with the Order except a few Death Eaters fled with what remained of their pathetic lives. Voldemort then turned on Harry and myself. Harry stood in front of me trying to protect me.
"That's sweet but it won't save her Potter." His taunting voice called. Harry's free hand sort mine. "No matter what happens Hermione, I want you to know that I love you." Those were the last words ever spoken between us. Voldemort's cruel face twistd into a wicked grin and he whispered those two words that ended Harry's life. And his. "Avada Kedava." The green light lit up the room like an August moon. Harry was lifted into the air before falling. "HARRY!!!!" I screamed uselessly. I fell by his side and cried into his chest.
"Now, now, you'll be together soon." That cruel voice taunted. Unspeakable anger flooded my veins. Before I knew it, I was facing Voldemort, fire burning in my eyes. With nothing to lose but myself, I screamed those two words that tore Harry away from me. there was no scream of pain, no body floating in the air. You needed a soul for that. There was only a dull thunk as he hit the floor.
That terrible night was three months ago. Some one once said 'let the dead bury the dead.' Another said 'remember the past, live in the present and don't dwell on the future for it never exists.' I suppose they didn't have loved ones ripped from them in a cruel twist of fate.
My name is Hermione Granger. My love was ripped away that tragic night in September. Now I am only a shadow of what I once was.
Ok I know it was like mega short and all but im just getting over writers block and this kinda hit me. I'm sorry if I spelt names wrong I can't fina any of my HP books or anything and my computer hates me. Any way please review I do accept flames except I usually laugh at them. Til next time.
Eli