The Nights Our Lives Changed Forever
Summary: Hermione visits the grave of her dead husband, all the while remembering the music, the sounds, the feelings…
I own nothing… all names and characters have come from the brilliant mind of JK Rowling herself.
Rated R for adult language and sexual content. Meaning: GO AWAY IF IT OFFENDS YOU!
It was a windy day: it chilled to the bone, burning flesh if it could. The light sprinkle of the fall rain felt like fire against bare skin. Clouds rolled overhead, blocking the sun from the rest of the world, shadowing it in pre-evening darkness. The mood of the environment matched that of her broken heart.
She stopped in front of the grave with cool, elegant writing. She shook her head, smiling softly.
"Typical," she half whispered to no one in particular. "Even in death he has to be superior."
She kneeled down the best she could, coming face to face with the stone, which was cool as her bare fingers traced the letters, ending on 'Y'.
"It's almost been a year," she whispered to no one, but to someone in particular, as the tears began to form behind her eyes.
"You looked so handsome that night. All dressed up in your 'Phantom' costume. Who would have thought that you would be dressed up in a muggle characters costume?" She heard an owl cry and the wind whistle through the trees. She felt his presence and welcomed him warmly.
"I can still hear the music." Her words were weak as she began to cry, and to remember…