I Wish You Were Here

By: StealingHearts22

Rating: PG

Pairing: Harry/Hermione

Timeframe: PostHogwarts

Disclaimer: I'm not JKR; I'm just borrowing her characters!

Written for an angst challenge of 500 words or less.


Hermione Granger sat in her bedroom doing what has taken up most of her time lately; thinking about him. She hopelessly stared into space wondering when her agony would end.

He had been her life until a few weeks ago. All her strength and energy had gone into their time together. 'Why did it all have to end?' was the question Hermione kept asking herself, to which any answer never seemed good enough.

Hermione hadn't wanted this war to start. Although at times she seemed bold, she much preferred sorting out situations by means of talking. 'Voldemort had died. Why was there still more to fight about?' pondered Hermione, staring at the picture frame in her hand as if merely wishing hard enough would make him return.

Sometimes, she still imagined he was here, laughing and talking. She was still in some phase of denial, even though the reality of the situation was getting clearer and clearer everyday. On some level, she knew that one day he would have to choose between a short life and a glorious death, or a long uneventful life and a quiet death. She always knew he would be glorious, just not this soon.

It still pained her to think about the day she found out. It was already rainy and dreary when Ron called to tell her. She doesn't remember much more about that day, just crying and raining, as if God was crying with her. His legacy will provide some consolation; not much though. That was just one side of him-- the heroic, famous side. Not many people knew the way he was around her and his friends; easygoing, funny, and never dull.

The more she thought about him, the more distinct the void in her heart became. Emotion welled up inside her. To relieve the pressure, she cried. She could imagine him being shot down by a spell, dying as simply as his godfather Sirius has died years earlier. Hermione knew, however, that she would need to move on; if not for herself, for Lily, their beautiful daughter. Just as this idea was processed in her mind, Lily's cry pierced her thoughts. Hermione now knew one thing for sure: He had been hers. He still was hers. He was her Harry and no one else's.

-FIN-


A/N: Hope you like the story! Reviews are welcome & appreciated!