He saved as all.
And yet, I am suffering.
He died to save us.
Then why am I suffering?

Hermione stepped through the rubble. She stared out through the shadows of tears. This couldn't have happened. And yet, it was true. In attempt to try to kill Dumbledore, Voldermort had stumbled upon Harry. His first thought had been, kill two enemies with one stone. There was a large fight, that had occured on the Quidditch field. Dumbledore and Harry worked together, they fled to the Quidditch field to try and protect as many innocent people as once. This was where Hermione was now standing. The former Quidditch field. Now, a battlefield. A field that gave so many life. But took away from Hermione's heart.

He fought strong and hard.
Never once faltered or feared.
But it was too tough, too difficult.
And now, I am suffering.

Hermione held tight to the small palm in her hand. She wouldn't let him see her cry. She had to be strong. But Voldermort had taken so much. He was finally defeated, but took away the one thing that meant the most to Hermione and the owner of the tiny palm. Her Harry. The one she grew up with, got in trouble with, the one who had stood by her through thick in thin. No longer there for the tough times ahead. No longer there to hold her up to support her. She would learn to be strong for him, for the owner of the tiny palm.

I will learn to live life.
To live life without you.
Each day is a struggle.
But for now, I am still suffering.

She looked down at the face of the tiny palm, "Mommy what's happened?" he asked with a curious glance. Hermione tried so hard to be strong, to live through it with her young son. But she was dying inside, along with Harry. Her one true love, her husband, her best friend. She glanced at her son, tears streaming down her face. He was so young, not yet knowing. He wouldn't understand now, always wondering, 'When will Daddy come home?'

I wish you were here beside me.
I am suffering without you.
I need you to be strong for me.
To help me get through each day.

It was so hard to explain it. To tell him, that Daddy would never return. The small boy looked so confused and began to cry. Hermione's heart broke into millions of pieces. She didn't want him to cry. She wished he didn't understand. She wished he didn't long for him, or hurt for him. She needed her Harry, now at the most. She turned from the field. The most difficult thing she had ever done. "Harry is dead," she told herself. "I need to take care of our little one."

I try everyday, getting out of bed is a struggle.
But I can do it each day
Because I know, one room over,
There is a tiny part of you.

A/N: The italics, aren't anything, just something I made up. None of the characters belong to me but to J.K. Rowling. I hope you enjoyed it.