Hermione thought back to the memories, the preicous memories that were
all she had left. She thought back to the many times they had sat at
the edge of the forbidden forest, under the rosebushes, and talked
about how they would marry someday, and have children, and send them
to Hogwarts, and life would be perfect.
That dream was shattered, like many others, on one fateful day.
The day Voldemort attacked Hogwarts.
Everyone was in the Great Hall, eating lunch, when he struck. So many
died that day. Hermione was almost one of them. But he had saved her,
he had heroicaly jumped in front of the 'Adava Kedvara' curse, and
died in Hermione's arms. His last words were to her, and his last
breath with and for her.
Tears coursed down Hermione's face as she recalled that day, and how
much missing, and remembering him, hurt her, but she wanted to think
him, and wanted to remember him, because she had loved him, and today-
today was his birthday.
Hermione kneeled down on the grave, and placed the boquet of roses,
roses from the bushes where they had sat and talked for hours so many
times, on his grave. Sorrow overtook her, and she leaned against the
gravestone, her tears running into the ingraved lettering, which read:
Draco Malfoy
1981-1996
He gave his
life
for another
He is a
true
hero
all she had left. She thought back to the many times they had sat at
the edge of the forbidden forest, under the rosebushes, and talked
about how they would marry someday, and have children, and send them
to Hogwarts, and life would be perfect.
That dream was shattered, like many others, on one fateful day.
The day Voldemort attacked Hogwarts.
Everyone was in the Great Hall, eating lunch, when he struck. So many
died that day. Hermione was almost one of them. But he had saved her,
he had heroicaly jumped in front of the 'Adava Kedvara' curse, and
died in Hermione's arms. His last words were to her, and his last
breath with and for her.
Tears coursed down Hermione's face as she recalled that day, and how
much missing, and remembering him, hurt her, but she wanted to think
him, and wanted to remember him, because she had loved him, and today-
today was his birthday.
Hermione kneeled down on the grave, and placed the boquet of roses,
roses from the bushes where they had sat and talked for hours so many
times, on his grave. Sorrow overtook her, and she leaned against the
gravestone, her tears running into the ingraved lettering, which read:
Draco Malfoy
1981-1996
He gave his
life
for another
He is a
true
hero