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I can still hear the battle raging on. It's been four weeks and I can still hear the curses, jinks, hexes, dark spells, screaming, taunting, crying. I still feel the fear of War running through my veins. The paranoia won't ever go away. I still taste the salty taste of my sweat at tears, the metallic taste of my blood. I feel the pain, physically and mentally.
I fought hard they say. I fought bravely apparently. I fought with perfect skills I'm told. But all I hear is the battle raging on.
They force me into beautiful, expensive clothes for all the "Win Against Voldemort" parties. I look gorgeous they say. I've grown into a splendid looking woman apparently. They're jealous of me I'm told. But all I hear is the battle raging on. I still only feel the fear of War running through my veins.
I'm so lucky they say. I'm now considered a celebrity apparently. I'm the newest, and most perfect role model I'm told. But all I hear is the battle raging on. I still only feel the fear of War running through my veins. I still only taste tears, sweat, and blood.
I should get out more they say. People are missing me apparently. I'm acting too depressed I'm told. But all I hear is the battle raging on. I still only feel the fear of War running through my veins. I still only taste tears, sweat, and blood. I still only feel pain.
But I'm perfect Hermione Granger right? I'm supposed to proud that I'm alive and fought so well, that I'm so smart and Harry and Ron would be dead would be dead without me. I'm supposed to be honored that I'm considered a role model and a celebrity by so many people. I'm supposed to be happy that Voldemort is dead and the War is over.
And I can't be sad that some of my friends died, because they were heroes and "In a better place." I can't be guilty that others have suffered so much and some are dead, because I'm alive. I can't be shocked that so many good people are gone, because It's just natural and they did the right thing.
Except I can still hear the battle raging on. It's been four weeks and I can still hear the curses, jinks, hexes, dark spells, screaming, taunting, crying. I still feel the fear of War running through my veins. The paranoia won't ever go away. I still taste the salty taste of my sweat at tears, the metallic taste of my blood. I feel the pain, physically and mentally.
(Hopefully it's okay and not too occ for Hermione, but I figured a lot of people would be different for a while after the War and this is my take on it. Let me know what you think!)