N/A: This fanfic is kind of older, but I wanted to share earlier, so I'll share now :D I wrote it mostly at school...during boring lessons, to be honest. The best ideas come during that time :D Disclaimer: Joanne Rowling would kill me in her books if I stole her something.
A cold wind stroke the leafless trees around. A foggy rain tended to wet anything that came nearby. An unpleasant wind whistled between the few remaining planks of an old fence on the graveyard in Godric's Hollow. It was a cold, November day and suddenly a shower of mud splashed around as a hooded figure appeared out of nowhere. Hermione drew the collar of her coat closer to her chin as the razor-sharp air hit her face. She remembered being on this graveyard years ago…with…her mind still refused to face this truth. Hermione always put this event off her mind whenever only a little glimpse of it sneaked out. Now, she stood by a white grave. The names of Lily and James Potter on it. Under them was now brandished a new, shiny name:
Harry James Potter (31.7.1980 – 3.6.1999)
'The last enemy, that shall be destroyed, is death.'
Hermione barely saw anything underneath the veil of tears. She's been always told that facing the truth is simpler than living in a lie…but this gave that rumour such a deep meaning. It's been three years…
N/A: Prologue...you know