A/N- Okay, I know someone just did this. But their story inspired me to write it differently
and from a different POV. The lyrics really fit the idea in my head, so I hope you like it!
*If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these*
Hermione sat at home, looking at the newest edition of the Daily Prophet Ron had just sent
her. She saw the headline, and sighed softly. "Voldemort Muggle Born Attacks Continue."
Hermione knew she should be afraid. But she felt strangely calm. She was tired of everyone
being so anxious about Voldemort. They were so busy worrying about it that now one was doing
anything. And it was making her angrier and angrier.
*I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear*
Hermione wanted to help, wanted to do something. She was tired of sitting around while
hundreds of her fellow Muggle borns were killed mercilessly by Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
She had to change something. She knew that she could help somehow. She had helped Harry overcome
him times before. And she knew that if the people who still cared about their future, who could
still see the light in the present darkness, if they could join together, maybe they could
change something.
*My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken*
She may just be a small part of the everything, someone usually in the background. But she
refused to just sit back and watch these things unfold. She wouldn't let someone as evil as
Voldemort break her like he had broken so many others. She wouldn't give him that liberty.
*Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after*
She looked down at Ron's letter underneath the newspaper. Reading it, she marveled at how
wonderful Ron was acting through all of this. He was still his normal, funny self. Even though
his father hadn't been home practically the whole summer. Even though the whole Weasley family
was barely pulling through since Charlie had died. They had less money than ever before, but
had still offered an invitation to Harry and Hermione to come visit them. They were all amazing
people. Especially Ron. Hermione had been thinking about him a lot lately. She felt things for
him that she hadn't felt before. But she didn't know how he felt. She wondered if she ever would.
*We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing*
Hermione decided that she, Harry and Ron must find some way to help the current situation. Help
the helpless, the families who had been torn apart from this. Hermione loved to have a cause.
She loved to fight for something. And this seemed a worthy thing to fight for.
*My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken*
So what if she was just one person? United, even a small number of three people who are willing
to do whatever it takes to accomplish something can. She had faith in herself, faith in her
friends. She wouldn't let everything that had happened destroy her. She wouldn't let it destroy
Ron or Harry. They wouldn't be weaker people because of all of this. It would only make them
stronger.
A/N- I hope you liked it. It seemed like something Hermione would want to fight for, and it's
a much more noble cause than S.P.E.W. Please r/r!
and from a different POV. The lyrics really fit the idea in my head, so I hope you like it!
*If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these*
Hermione sat at home, looking at the newest edition of the Daily Prophet Ron had just sent
her. She saw the headline, and sighed softly. "Voldemort Muggle Born Attacks Continue."
Hermione knew she should be afraid. But she felt strangely calm. She was tired of everyone
being so anxious about Voldemort. They were so busy worrying about it that now one was doing
anything. And it was making her angrier and angrier.
*I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear*
Hermione wanted to help, wanted to do something. She was tired of sitting around while
hundreds of her fellow Muggle borns were killed mercilessly by Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
She had to change something. She knew that she could help somehow. She had helped Harry overcome
him times before. And she knew that if the people who still cared about their future, who could
still see the light in the present darkness, if they could join together, maybe they could
change something.
*My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken*
She may just be a small part of the everything, someone usually in the background. But she
refused to just sit back and watch these things unfold. She wouldn't let someone as evil as
Voldemort break her like he had broken so many others. She wouldn't give him that liberty.
*Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after*
She looked down at Ron's letter underneath the newspaper. Reading it, she marveled at how
wonderful Ron was acting through all of this. He was still his normal, funny self. Even though
his father hadn't been home practically the whole summer. Even though the whole Weasley family
was barely pulling through since Charlie had died. They had less money than ever before, but
had still offered an invitation to Harry and Hermione to come visit them. They were all amazing
people. Especially Ron. Hermione had been thinking about him a lot lately. She felt things for
him that she hadn't felt before. But she didn't know how he felt. She wondered if she ever would.
*We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing*
Hermione decided that she, Harry and Ron must find some way to help the current situation. Help
the helpless, the families who had been torn apart from this. Hermione loved to have a cause.
She loved to fight for something. And this seemed a worthy thing to fight for.
*My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken*
So what if she was just one person? United, even a small number of three people who are willing
to do whatever it takes to accomplish something can. She had faith in herself, faith in her
friends. She wouldn't let everything that had happened destroy her. She wouldn't let it destroy
Ron or Harry. They wouldn't be weaker people because of all of this. It would only make them
stronger.
A/N- I hope you liked it. It seemed like something Hermione would want to fight for, and it's
a much more noble cause than S.P.E.W. Please r/r!