T/N: This is the English version of Harry Potter and The Walking Dead (originally written in Vietnamese and a collaboration work between me - Maeve- and Mel). I tried my best to do the translation and hope you will like it. If there's any part doesn't sound right to you, please feel free to let me know as English isn't my native language. Thanks and have fun reading.
When the world became darker and gradually fell apart in front of your very eyes, even a faint ray of light in the darkness could easily be your last hope. Then once again, it was a stolen hope and everything seemed to be taken out of your hands again, what would you do?
Harry Potter used to have a family. One year after he was welcomed to this world, he lost that family. Ten years later, Harry found his other family, who treated him as their own son and brother, who took him in as a part of their lives and loved him with all their hearts. Harry Potter once again had a loving family, a beautiful love, a successful career and a peaceful life that seemed to last forever.
That day, he came back to Hogwarts with a body full of injuries and wounds, with an exhausted mind and almost no strength left, Harry had thought that would be the last destruction he would ever witness. Harry had thought that was where all would end and start again. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, ... they were alive when he closed his eyes and still alive when he opened them. Voldemort had finally disappeared from Harry 's dreams forever. Harry had really thought that he would be happy.
"Let's go Hermione ... " - Harry said tiredly .
"No, I'm not going anywhere ! " - Hermione shook her disheveled brown hair.
Harry sighed, casted a tired look around. Ruins. Stinky. And bloody. What could he do? Even he himself could not believe in his own eyes, even Harry was trying so hard not to vomit at the scene in front of him. Then how... how could Hermione bear watching this? More than once, Harry reached his hand out and pulled back, he could just not find it in him to touch her shaking shoulder.
"Let's go Hermione ... " - He repeated like a machine. To Hermione . To his own self.
Hermione Granger burst into tears then collapsed to the sticky floor, her voice was so hoarse and she kept screaming until all the sound was sucked into the dark mountains right behind the Burrow, leaving only the sound of flies buzzing and the wind's cry from a distant forest. Harry stood still. Helpless and devastated. Long after that, Hermione finally stopped crying and shaking, only then did Harry slowly knelt down beside her, put a hand on her shoulder and slightly squeezed, his whisper was as faint as a breath.
" Let's go Hermione ... "
The brown hair girl turned, her eyes were all red with tiny blood vessels. She looked at Harry begging.
"Tell me this is all just a dream. Tell me, Harry please! Tell me! I only trust you, Harry. You've never lied, please Harry. Tell me... "
Harry looked deep into her eyes . His dried eyes burnt.
"I'm sorry, Hermione ... "
Hermione dropped her hands, eyes kept staring at the blood stains on the floor. The smell of rotting flesh nauseatingly intruded her nostrils and the girl nearly started to cry again.
Harry took a deep breath, then slowly tighten his arms around Hermione as he pulled her to her feet.
"I don't want to go anywhere, Harry ... "
He tightened his bloodied arm around her shoulder, so tight that the blood on his hand soaked onto her shirt. But she did not pull out of his hands nor did she cry, the girl just gave him a pleading look.
Harry pulled Hermione closer, close enough so that he could look into her eyes and see the reflection of his deadly pale and exhausted face. For the first time after all that happened, a lone tear escaped from his deep green eye.
"I'm begging you, Hermione ...you're all I have left. Please. Please...we must go... "
Hermione didn't utter a word then all of a sudden, she flung herself to Harry's arms and cried again. Her small hands clasped tightly behind his back as if she was afraid that should she ever loosen her hands, Harry would disappear too.
Harry looked out to the window. The wind was still howling their sad melody and once again the world was collapsing in front of his eyes.
To be continued...