Disclaimer- I don't own HP
A/N-A thought that went through my head thanks in part to my muse.
A Theory on Color.
They say that somebody must be good before they can become bad. They also say that the world is never black and white.
Both of those may be true, but only one is relevent to anything anymore.
True, most of the world is grey. Many people can tell you this, however, most people don't understand it. An example of grey would bewar. It's grey. There isn't a right or wrong to the situation, it's just what has happened. You can't change it, so don't dwell on it.
Thenthere's black. This is extremely rare to see, but it does happen. An example would be killing somebody just because you can.
Now, I have never said that there wasn't pure white either. It is very rare for something to be purely white, but it can happen. She is an example.
"Does anyone have anything to say to conclude this cerimony?" The priest asked.
"Yeah, I do. Hermione was what held us together. She was always there for us whenever we needed help. She always tried her best to fix everything for us, in her own way, so that we wouldn't have to. We all loved her, wether she was our sister, our daughter, or our love. She was there. She didn't deserve this." His vioce wavered as he spoke, like he was trying to hold himslef together, but slowly falling apart. This would be, by far, the second saddest day in Ron's life. The first when she died.
A/N-nothing to be said.
