Till Death Do Us Part
Authors Note: I had been thinking about this for a while and I finally had to write this. Hope you like it.
Dear Diary,
"Till death do us part." That's what we promised. Who knew death would come so soon. We married when we were both twenty-four. I had a job teaching at Hogwarts, he at the Ministry finding old Voldemort supporters. Voldemort was gone, he had been long gone for seven years. So, knowing we both had jobs, we married. I loved him. He loved me. We were happy, but that joy didn't last long. We married in late August, and in September, school started. I was teaching, but he had a job in London. We lived in London during the summer, so I took the Hogwarts Express with the students. Two weeks after I arrived, four weeks after the wedding, I received the letter. It read:
Dear Mrs. Potter,
We regret to inform you that Harry Potter is dead. A supporter of You-Know-Who set the Ministry building on fire, and he was trapped inside. We were able to save all but your husband. Please send an owl about when and where the funeral is to be held.
Sincerely,
Percy Weasly
Minister of Magic
I cried when I read that letter. I cried in front of the Slytherin and Ravenclaw fifth years. The class began to wonder about what could be so horrible in the letter it would make me, strict, serious, Professor Granger, cry in the middle of class. I let them leave without homework, and ran to Minerva's office. I suppose now I should have been braver, but you would to if you had been married four weeks and you found out your husband was dead. I brought the Dursley's the news, and they practically cheered. Even Draco Malfoy was a little sadder than that. I hope, since the the last of the Potters has died, in fifty years people remember him. I will tear out this page in my diary, and when all forget the name Harry Potter, then you, my diary, will disintegrate like his memory. Till then, this will connect us, to fulfil the vow, Till death do us part.
Epilogue:
Know one ever forgot the name Harry Potter, and the little piece of parchment from Hermione's diary will forever lie beneath a gravestone that reads:
Harry Potter
1980-2004
The boy who lived, lives no longer.
