In the Years After
Hermione Granger walked down Diagon Alley, mucking through garbage and slime. She looked around at the drunk wizards and witches, slumped against storefronts.
`Has the world gone so far, that we abuse ourselves like this?` she thought.
***
It had started with the death of Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and many others. They died fighting the Great War, the war between light and dark. All the Dark Wizards were defeated, including Voldemort, but at the loss of so many, almost all wizarding people had given up. They seemed to think that Dark would rise, Light would fight, and both would die, every single time.
Now, 5 years after the end of the War, the wizarding war was a mess. Only a few dedicated witches and wizards, like Hermione, kept it running.
***
Hermione, in her apartment in Muggle Londen, looked out the window at the prospering muggles.
She thought of Harry.
Hermione and Harry had been in love at the time of his death, and she still mourned his memory.
Harry was the only wizard unaccounted for at the end of the war, but everyone had given up hope that he was alive. He had been a general at the age of 17. He was proclaimed a hero, but everyone was disapointed that he didn't survive.
***
Hermione looked out over the new first-years. She was Headmistress of Hogwarts, taking in any new students that parents bothered to send. She ran Hogwarts ever since Albus Dumbledore died, even though she was but 24. Some Hogwarts teachers had died in the War, but she found replacements.
The traditional Sorting cerimony passed, and Hermione said her speech. She picked at the food before her, and thought of Harry.
Oh, how she missed him. Before he died, they were engaged to be married. Of course, they had to get jobs first, and find a house before they got married, but they were very much in love.
Before he left to fight, his last words to Hermione were, "I'll be back. I love you."
Watching the children eat, Hermione remembered those last moments, savoring the memory.
***
After the feast, Hermione walked down the corridor towards her chambers.
Still thinking of Harry, she sat down on the bench outside her door. She put her head in her hands and began to cry.
"Why do you weep, fair lady?" a strangely familiar voice asked.
Hermione looked up to see a man looking down at her. He had unruly black hair, sparkling green eyes, and a lightning bolt scar in the middle of his forehead.
She jumped up. "Harry!"
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Author's Note: Does anyone like this story/idea? depending on the reviews I get, I might write more.
Hermione Granger walked down Diagon Alley, mucking through garbage and slime. She looked around at the drunk wizards and witches, slumped against storefronts.
`Has the world gone so far, that we abuse ourselves like this?` she thought.
***
It had started with the death of Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and many others. They died fighting the Great War, the war between light and dark. All the Dark Wizards were defeated, including Voldemort, but at the loss of so many, almost all wizarding people had given up. They seemed to think that Dark would rise, Light would fight, and both would die, every single time.
Now, 5 years after the end of the War, the wizarding war was a mess. Only a few dedicated witches and wizards, like Hermione, kept it running.
***
Hermione, in her apartment in Muggle Londen, looked out the window at the prospering muggles.
She thought of Harry.
Hermione and Harry had been in love at the time of his death, and she still mourned his memory.
Harry was the only wizard unaccounted for at the end of the war, but everyone had given up hope that he was alive. He had been a general at the age of 17. He was proclaimed a hero, but everyone was disapointed that he didn't survive.
***
Hermione looked out over the new first-years. She was Headmistress of Hogwarts, taking in any new students that parents bothered to send. She ran Hogwarts ever since Albus Dumbledore died, even though she was but 24. Some Hogwarts teachers had died in the War, but she found replacements.
The traditional Sorting cerimony passed, and Hermione said her speech. She picked at the food before her, and thought of Harry.
Oh, how she missed him. Before he died, they were engaged to be married. Of course, they had to get jobs first, and find a house before they got married, but they were very much in love.
Before he left to fight, his last words to Hermione were, "I'll be back. I love you."
Watching the children eat, Hermione remembered those last moments, savoring the memory.
***
After the feast, Hermione walked down the corridor towards her chambers.
Still thinking of Harry, she sat down on the bench outside her door. She put her head in her hands and began to cry.
"Why do you weep, fair lady?" a strangely familiar voice asked.
Hermione looked up to see a man looking down at her. He had unruly black hair, sparkling green eyes, and a lightning bolt scar in the middle of his forehead.
She jumped up. "Harry!"
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Author's Note: Does anyone like this story/idea? depending on the reviews I get, I might write more.