bGoodbye is the hardest word/b
A/N I know I have so many other projects at the moment, I knew Harry potter, love knows no bounds, and the ficfest, and I'm not going to neglect them to write this, but I couldn't put it down when this little sad story came into my head fully formed one morning when a woke up. Ok yes its another RL/HG thing, but it's a bit sad and not really tackled in the ordinary way. Erm yeah, in case you're really stupid or I'm really bad, this is all from Hermione's point of view. So give it a chance and see what happens. Over and out.
Ooh no wait, I don't own any of this :: points down :: if I did own Remus Lupin, I wouldn't tell you about it, he'd be miiiiine all mine, cough cough anyway srry bout that, but he's not mine and JKR will refuse to give him to me, so on with the plot. Oh yeah and the poem in the first chapter is not mine either its my fav poem fondly known as 'untitled by unknown' but its not mine.
bChapter 1/b (A/N I know not inventive at the moment.)
Hermione sat on a bench her eyes glassy and threatening tears. But they didn't come, she stared out over the graveyard, her heart skipping a beat as her eyes fell on the freshly closed grave just yards from her feet. She turned the wedding ring on her finger, and smiled slightly to herself, it was a pained smile, but one that showed fond memories.
A couple of brightly coloured autumn leaves swirled down in front of her, settling themselves on the grave. One single tear trickled down her cheek, at the sight of the world reclaiming his body already.
Casting her eyes around, they fell on the gravestone, already erected at the head of his grave, they get things done so quickly in the wizarding world, it hardly felt like she had time to say goodbye. 'That's ridiculous' she thought to herself, 'I didn't say goodbye.' She shut her eyes willing the tears to subside. When she opened them again, the words were no longer blurred, but she didn't need to read them, they were burned to the back of her eyelids, a sight she never even considered she'd have to see.
iRemus J. Lupin Much loved and sadly missed/i
The stone then continued on with a poem, her eyes filled up again as she heard the words in her mind as if he were reading them to her.
iThey say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again./i
She sighed, it had been one of his favourite poems, it seemed right that it should appear on his grave. But if only it was true, for she hadn't cried, not really, not proper tears. It had only been a week, the house had seemed strangely empty fair enough, but it hadn't sunk in. Even now sitting at his grave. It still seemed like a distant dream, a cruel nightmare and any moment now she'd awake in his arms.
He hadn't even said where he was going that night, he wasn't supposed to be there, if only he hadn't gone, he'd be here now able to comfort the loss of a friend, but yet she was alone, no one had stayed. They obviously believed she wanted to be alone. But did she, she didn't know.
"Hermione." a quiet voice sounded, it was Harry, but did I really want to see him now, or ever. What was is saying he was a friend I needed a friend, I could have done with my husband more though. She allowed Harry to pull her into a strong hug. The ever continuing battle against Voldemort had really strengthen Harry, even if they had only been out of Hogwarts since that June Harry had been playing a vital role in the battle. So had Remus. His voice sounded again the words seem to cut like a dagger, "Hermione, I. I didn't." I silence him with a finger on his lips.
"Don't" I reply, "I don't want to..don't need to hear it." I give him a smile, it's the best I can manage, I know he can see straight through it, but then again who couldn't. Standing he leads me back into Hogsmeade, and a very empty house.
#~#~#a few days later#~#~#
"Are you alright, well what I mean is are you copping." This kindly voice of an aging headmaster runs through my head, he seems slightly daunting minus his familiar twinkle.
"I'm fine professor, getting by."
He sighs, of course he can tell I am lying, "Hermione, don't be afraid to ask for help, I know you haven't got to knuts to rub together, and as of Monday, no where to live."
Stammering, how would he know that, "Professor, I'll get.." But he cut me off.
"No you won't, and don't call me professor, I haven't taught you for four months, Albus please, now come and live at Hogwarts, I feel bound to assist you anyway I can."
I shook my head, wondering, "I couldn't free load like that,"
"I not asking you to, Miss Granger, I know you are considering an advanced potions course, but let me tell you now, you do not need it, and I, yes I am desperately in need of a new potions master, or mistress." He added, she didn't stop to think about what had happened to Snape. "and with Voldemort gone, the school will be reopening within a week, and we can't have those poor kids lacking a potions professor."
Hermione almost smiled, a chance she'd have loved to have, but unfortunately there was no one to share it with, the smile faded quickly. "I'll go pack then shall i.."
#~#~#
A/N ok that was the first chapter, it's shorter than the others and really just setting the scene, there may be one or two more before I get into the serious flash back, so don't worry we're going to find out exactly how these two got together and how he died, probably the later first I think, but I may change that, let me know what you think, please review.
A/N I know I have so many other projects at the moment, I knew Harry potter, love knows no bounds, and the ficfest, and I'm not going to neglect them to write this, but I couldn't put it down when this little sad story came into my head fully formed one morning when a woke up. Ok yes its another RL/HG thing, but it's a bit sad and not really tackled in the ordinary way. Erm yeah, in case you're really stupid or I'm really bad, this is all from Hermione's point of view. So give it a chance and see what happens. Over and out.
Ooh no wait, I don't own any of this :: points down :: if I did own Remus Lupin, I wouldn't tell you about it, he'd be miiiiine all mine, cough cough anyway srry bout that, but he's not mine and JKR will refuse to give him to me, so on with the plot. Oh yeah and the poem in the first chapter is not mine either its my fav poem fondly known as 'untitled by unknown' but its not mine.
bChapter 1/b (A/N I know not inventive at the moment.)
Hermione sat on a bench her eyes glassy and threatening tears. But they didn't come, she stared out over the graveyard, her heart skipping a beat as her eyes fell on the freshly closed grave just yards from her feet. She turned the wedding ring on her finger, and smiled slightly to herself, it was a pained smile, but one that showed fond memories.
A couple of brightly coloured autumn leaves swirled down in front of her, settling themselves on the grave. One single tear trickled down her cheek, at the sight of the world reclaiming his body already.
Casting her eyes around, they fell on the gravestone, already erected at the head of his grave, they get things done so quickly in the wizarding world, it hardly felt like she had time to say goodbye. 'That's ridiculous' she thought to herself, 'I didn't say goodbye.' She shut her eyes willing the tears to subside. When she opened them again, the words were no longer blurred, but she didn't need to read them, they were burned to the back of her eyelids, a sight she never even considered she'd have to see.
iRemus J. Lupin Much loved and sadly missed/i
The stone then continued on with a poem, her eyes filled up again as she heard the words in her mind as if he were reading them to her.
iThey say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again./i
She sighed, it had been one of his favourite poems, it seemed right that it should appear on his grave. But if only it was true, for she hadn't cried, not really, not proper tears. It had only been a week, the house had seemed strangely empty fair enough, but it hadn't sunk in. Even now sitting at his grave. It still seemed like a distant dream, a cruel nightmare and any moment now she'd awake in his arms.
He hadn't even said where he was going that night, he wasn't supposed to be there, if only he hadn't gone, he'd be here now able to comfort the loss of a friend, but yet she was alone, no one had stayed. They obviously believed she wanted to be alone. But did she, she didn't know.
"Hermione." a quiet voice sounded, it was Harry, but did I really want to see him now, or ever. What was is saying he was a friend I needed a friend, I could have done with my husband more though. She allowed Harry to pull her into a strong hug. The ever continuing battle against Voldemort had really strengthen Harry, even if they had only been out of Hogwarts since that June Harry had been playing a vital role in the battle. So had Remus. His voice sounded again the words seem to cut like a dagger, "Hermione, I. I didn't." I silence him with a finger on his lips.
"Don't" I reply, "I don't want to..don't need to hear it." I give him a smile, it's the best I can manage, I know he can see straight through it, but then again who couldn't. Standing he leads me back into Hogsmeade, and a very empty house.
#~#~#a few days later#~#~#
"Are you alright, well what I mean is are you copping." This kindly voice of an aging headmaster runs through my head, he seems slightly daunting minus his familiar twinkle.
"I'm fine professor, getting by."
He sighs, of course he can tell I am lying, "Hermione, don't be afraid to ask for help, I know you haven't got to knuts to rub together, and as of Monday, no where to live."
Stammering, how would he know that, "Professor, I'll get.." But he cut me off.
"No you won't, and don't call me professor, I haven't taught you for four months, Albus please, now come and live at Hogwarts, I feel bound to assist you anyway I can."
I shook my head, wondering, "I couldn't free load like that,"
"I not asking you to, Miss Granger, I know you are considering an advanced potions course, but let me tell you now, you do not need it, and I, yes I am desperately in need of a new potions master, or mistress." He added, she didn't stop to think about what had happened to Snape. "and with Voldemort gone, the school will be reopening within a week, and we can't have those poor kids lacking a potions professor."
Hermione almost smiled, a chance she'd have loved to have, but unfortunately there was no one to share it with, the smile faded quickly. "I'll go pack then shall i.."
#~#~#
A/N ok that was the first chapter, it's shorter than the others and really just setting the scene, there may be one or two more before I get into the serious flash back, so don't worry we're going to find out exactly how these two got together and how he died, probably the later first I think, but I may change that, let me know what you think, please review.