Hi :) Some people might still remember this story, because I had uploaded it before. I just decided recently to delete them all and re-write most of them, because I hope my writing has improved and I didn't like the way some of them turned out. Well, I hope you enjoy reading it!
It was the 31st of October, everything was decorated for Halloween and children were already all dressed up and excited.
A young man walked through the streets, heading towards the graveyard as he did every year on that day. His raven black hair was unkempt, his black cloak pulled tightly around his body and his green eyes were scanning his surroundings. Some of the children stopped in amazement and looked at him, whispering excitedly as soon as they recognized who he was.
Suddenly a little boy came hurried towards him, a wand in one hand and a broomstick in the other, dressed in what looked like oversized Hogwarts school robes and with a lightening bolt drawn on his forehead.
"Look!" he pointed a finger to his fake scar and grinned hugely, "I am you!"
Smiling, the young man crouched down and patted the boy's shoulder, "Oh really? I never knew that I have a twin."
The boy's grin only became wider and he nodded eagerly, "Well, now you do, right?"
"Yes."
A young girl walked over to them, rolling her eyes at the boy.
"Come on Tom, we have to go or we won't get any sweets!" she pulled at the boy's arm and then looked up at the young man, suddenly blushing when curious, green eyes looked back at her.
"You remind me of a very dear friend of mine."
He couldn't hide his amusement about the fact that this little girl just looked a lot like Hermione Granger when he had first met her.
"Really?" she giggled and blushed a bit more, "I wouldn't have thought that somebody would recognize who I am."
He smiled and straightened up again, "How should I not recognize my best friend?"
Both of the kids started to giggle and then turned around to join their friends again.
He watched them go and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it even more.
"You should be glad that you're not me..." he muttered to himself and continued his way.
...
He wasn't sure how long he'd stood there, just staring down at the tombstone. He wasn't sure either why he kept coming back over and over again. It was always just hurting him.
Although... he thought bitterly, everything's just hurting me these days.
A sigh left his lips and he turned around, glancing up at the nightsky. It was clouded and he wasn't able to see a single star. He had the odd impression that the sky was mirroring his feelings.
"Harry?" Hermione's familiar voice broke through the silence and Harry looked down. She smiled, but her eyes reflected all the worry he caused her. Slowly, she reached out towards him in a silent invitation to join her and he took her hand when he reached her.
"I think it's time to come home," she whispered and tenderly touched his cheek for a moment with her free hand.
He just nodded and they apparated together.
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