A/N: This is a little weird, but mostly in the begining. It's the only I dea that came into mind, and I couldn't incorperate it into
Choices, choices, choices part 2 (which is coming soon) Hey as long as I got over WB I'm fine. Sorry for big words or errors.
Disclaimer: I Only created the plot, and maybe that isn't even mine with all the other storys. But all the charatcers (except for Martha)
belong to J.K. Rolwing
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Story: Silence. It filled the room; there was nothing but deadening silence. She refused to talk and they refused to listen.
It was no end, she was slowly going mad, in this hellhole she called life. But all she thought about was ending
it. . .
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Hermione awoke to the pitter-patter of the rain on her window. It reminded her of that last day before he left. He had
token her outside that fateful. Right as they broke that sweet kiss, it was over, well for him anyway.
'Why did he have to die, why -' she couldn't bear to think his name. 'It's not fair! He didn't deserve to die. . . No,
especially that way,'
"Hello Hermione," Martha said in a sing-sweet voice, interrupting Hermione's thoughts. "How are you? To bad the weather
isn't nice, or we could go for a walk, let's just hope it clears up," She said pulling the clovers of Hermione.
She was not ready to leave her bed, so Hermione just protested by clinging to her blankets refusing to remove them..
"If you're going to behave like that, your not going any where," Martha said as if Hermione would even care, but she didn't.
You see, Hermione didn't care about anything, well, anything she could actually have. She wanted her friends back,
but they were lost, and never to be found. She wanted to laugh, and even cry again, just to feel another emotion other
than anger. But Hermione could never have those things, so she lived her obsolete life, day by day, planning . . . for the end.
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Hermione POV
Why do I even bother getup? Every day is the same. I'm all alone, and engulfed by silence. I need to hear La- her sing again.
I need to see- him, just smile. They were my life and now their gone. It's all my fault.
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(still Hermione's POV)
This was it. I got away from Martha, and the rest of the world that thinks that everything will be okay, and will go back to
normal. So here I am, in front of Everlastingly Lake. It holds the souls of people who couldn't bear to go on. . . I will
join them.
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Hermione sat near the egde of the water. Her diranged reflection looked back at her.
'So this is the end,' she thought. Hermione readied herself and brought the blade close to her right wrist. Her squeesed shut
and she waited for the pain, as she began to move the blade.
"No! Don't do it!" A claming male voice shouted.
Hermione open her eyes and looked around. There stood a young man, a man with dark hair in disaray, his face smuged with dirt,
and dark sunglasses covered his eyes.
As he walked closer, Hermione thought 'Could it be, him? No, your just fooling yourself, he's dead, remember, you saw him die!'
But Hermione's battle of who this strange was didn't end, he just walked closer.
He walked closer and closer till he came in reach of her. He removed his dark glassses only to reveal bright green eyes that
brought warmth into her heart just by looking at him.
In an instant she knew, it was him he wasn't dead, he was as alive as she was. He was here.
Finally after all this time she spoke "Harry? Is it you?"
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A/N: What do ya think? Sorry, it's a cliffhanger, but I didn't want to spoil the surrize. And sorry it's so short. I had
writer's block and I had to get this idea out before I finished Choices, Choices, Choices,Part 2. That's going to be short but
it's coming soon.
Choices, choices, choices part 2 (which is coming soon) Hey as long as I got over WB I'm fine. Sorry for big words or errors.
Disclaimer: I Only created the plot, and maybe that isn't even mine with all the other storys. But all the charatcers (except for Martha)
belong to J.K. Rolwing
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Story: Silence. It filled the room; there was nothing but deadening silence. She refused to talk and they refused to listen.
It was no end, she was slowly going mad, in this hellhole she called life. But all she thought about was ending
it. . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione awoke to the pitter-patter of the rain on her window. It reminded her of that last day before he left. He had
token her outside that fateful. Right as they broke that sweet kiss, it was over, well for him anyway.
'Why did he have to die, why -' she couldn't bear to think his name. 'It's not fair! He didn't deserve to die. . . No,
especially that way,'
"Hello Hermione," Martha said in a sing-sweet voice, interrupting Hermione's thoughts. "How are you? To bad the weather
isn't nice, or we could go for a walk, let's just hope it clears up," She said pulling the clovers of Hermione.
She was not ready to leave her bed, so Hermione just protested by clinging to her blankets refusing to remove them..
"If you're going to behave like that, your not going any where," Martha said as if Hermione would even care, but she didn't.
You see, Hermione didn't care about anything, well, anything she could actually have. She wanted her friends back,
but they were lost, and never to be found. She wanted to laugh, and even cry again, just to feel another emotion other
than anger. But Hermione could never have those things, so she lived her obsolete life, day by day, planning . . . for the end.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione POV
Why do I even bother getup? Every day is the same. I'm all alone, and engulfed by silence. I need to hear La- her sing again.
I need to see- him, just smile. They were my life and now their gone. It's all my fault.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
(still Hermione's POV)
This was it. I got away from Martha, and the rest of the world that thinks that everything will be okay, and will go back to
normal. So here I am, in front of Everlastingly Lake. It holds the souls of people who couldn't bear to go on. . . I will
join them.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione sat near the egde of the water. Her diranged reflection looked back at her.
'So this is the end,' she thought. Hermione readied herself and brought the blade close to her right wrist. Her squeesed shut
and she waited for the pain, as she began to move the blade.
"No! Don't do it!" A claming male voice shouted.
Hermione open her eyes and looked around. There stood a young man, a man with dark hair in disaray, his face smuged with dirt,
and dark sunglasses covered his eyes.
As he walked closer, Hermione thought 'Could it be, him? No, your just fooling yourself, he's dead, remember, you saw him die!'
But Hermione's battle of who this strange was didn't end, he just walked closer.
He walked closer and closer till he came in reach of her. He removed his dark glassses only to reveal bright green eyes that
brought warmth into her heart just by looking at him.
In an instant she knew, it was him he wasn't dead, he was as alive as she was. He was here.
Finally after all this time she spoke "Harry? Is it you?"
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A/N: What do ya think? Sorry, it's a cliffhanger, but I didn't want to spoil the surrize. And sorry it's so short. I had
writer's block and I had to get this idea out before I finished Choices, Choices, Choices,Part 2. That's going to be short but
it's coming soon.