Hermione sat alone on her bed. The others were gone. Dead. She looked out the window that over looked the lake and remembered. This was a place once so full of joy, laughter and happiness. So bright and were you could run free and know…you were safe!
Yet now there was only darkness. How could the world go back after so much evil and sorrow? How would she move on…how would the world…move on?
But it can! She knew that she must be strong. Her family, her friends, her true love were gone. They were dead because they had a vision were muggles could sleep without being murdered in their beds. Were children could roam free among the fields without being taken. Were love would conquer that of pure hatred.
They were gone to save the world and to save her. They had all died a heroic death. But most of all they had all died for love and Voldemort could bring anymore sadness. From his own greed sprang his destruction.
Yet even as she knew this, she could not shed a single tears for there were no more left to cry. She knew that the world would go on. She knew that they had not died in vain. But most of all she knew that even though she had been spared, like her dear friends she would one day come to pass.
Whether in a year or ten, she would eventually die and she would see their faces once more. Smiling down on her like they always did. For love never dies. Not even when those have left the world far behind.
No.
Love never dies…never!