Introduction
Author's note: This is my first fanfic… So please don't flame too badly… 'Constructive Criticism' is always welcomed though!
Only this first chapter will be journal entries. The rest will be telling the story of Hermione and Harry after Ron leaves during DH and will continue from there.
Please enjoy!
Hermione's Journal: February 26, 2073
I look back on the events of my life with a strange bittersweet feeling in my mouth. Despite the fact that I found the love of my life, we had only a short while together. We fell for each other after Ronald left, and those were the best days of my life. It is, in a way, my fault that he is dead. He died protecting me from Voldemort. You see, even though the dark lord killed him, Harry's last spell weakened the man enough for me to finish him off afterwards. We were successful in eliminating all of the horcruxes before that battle, and therefore, Voldemort was finished forever. Heralded as the savior of Magic, I am famous and well cared for. Very few people understand my pain though; only those who were also close Harry could ever feel even a fraction of my pain. No, that's not true. Ginny has always loved Harry in the same way as I, but she is kind enough to accept this with out holding a grudge against me.
Hermione's Journal: February 28, 2073
As the last surviving members of Dumbledore's Army, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ginny and Ron Weasley Weasley, and I keep in contact with each other. I have long since forgiven Ronald for that time so long ago when he abandoned us… If only to know one more person that at least cared for Harry. As of late I have been growing weak; my doctor speaks of arthritis, but I know it's something else. I do believe that I will be joining Harry very soon.
Hermione's Journal: March 5, 2073
I will confess that I am becoming afraid of what future days will bring. It is becoming more painful to do things that only two weeks ago I found easy. The doctor is confused.
Hermione's Journal: March 16, 2073
I know my death is imminent, but my doctor is still struggling to keep me alive. My legs have lost all feeling, and I am in crippling pain. I write only for dear Ginny whom I know will read this after I am gone. I hope that this short note will show at least some of the emotion that I will always feel for her and others mentioned.
Dearest Ginerva,
Thank you for understanding my pain and for holding my hands through those dark times even when you were dealing with the same pain. Please relay to Ronald that I still forgive him, for I know he will feel guilty. As for the others, just send them my love.
With love for all of you,
Hermione J. Granger
R & R!!!!!!!