To The Shadows
I am the best friend of The Boy Who Lived. Only, neither of us are really boys anymore. And Harry isn't even human, he's a shadow, a ghost, a has- been. The Boy Who Lived. In my opinion, everybody has a life, very few people actually lived it. That's exactly what Harry should be doing. living, but he isn't. Of all the people who get up everyday and are happy to be alive, Harry isn't one of them. For lack of a better word, Harry is dead - dead inside. And it's all Hermione's fault!
How could she be so selfish? I see it, I see how Harry dies a bit everyday. All he wanted to do was be with her. And they had been like wizards and wands, so much so that not even I could be jealous. I never even felt like a third-wheel, because I had always know that it was the hero that got the girl. They were great because they never left me out of the story. It felt so right for Harry and Hermione to be together, like I know Mum and Dad must be. Like finding your other half. They were my other half.
Those days were the best of my life, but Hermione had to go ruin it all. She had to break Harry's heart, and mine as well. Worst is, she did it slowly, and it took a long, painful time, but when she was done - nothing was the same again. Harry would never be the same again.
Nobody spoke about her any more. She had become she-who-must-not-be-named, especially around Harry. People spoke in hushed tones with sadness in their eyes. They realized it, just like I did. It just wasn't fair. Harry had had so much heartache and so much pain. But he had taken it like a hero should. The rules say he should get the girl, he should ride off into the sunset and he should live happily ever after. I was supposed to cheer them on, and find my own happiness and everything is supposed to be fine, just fine.
But it isn't.
It never will be.
All because of Hermione.
I hate her. Nobody ever hated someone like I hate Hermione. I hope whereever she is, she can't bare the guilt of it all. Of leaving us like this. Of doing what she did. She left Harry, and she left me. And now I'm all Harry's got left, and I'm obviously not enough, because Harry is like a shadow. You can see him but you can't contact him. He built his walls so you couldn't touch him and then faded away until there's nothing there but his own private prison. All because of Hermione. All because she had to go do a stupid thing like dying. What was she thinking? Didn't she realize how much she was hurting us? Didn't she know we couldn't go on without her?
I hate diseases, and I hate Leukemia, and I hate being a wizard. Because we can't all ways fix Leukemia, and neither can those bloody Muggles.
Hermione, I hate you so much! I hate you so much because I miss you so much, and I need you so much. Because without you, there's no Harry. And without you, there's no me. Damn you, Hermione! Christ I hate you! I should have known you were so good, that god wanted you all to himself.
I am the best friend of The Boy Who Lived. Only, neither of us are really boys anymore. And Harry isn't even human, he's a shadow, a ghost, a has- been. The Boy Who Lived. In my opinion, everybody has a life, very few people actually lived it. That's exactly what Harry should be doing. living, but he isn't. Of all the people who get up everyday and are happy to be alive, Harry isn't one of them. For lack of a better word, Harry is dead - dead inside. And it's all Hermione's fault!
How could she be so selfish? I see it, I see how Harry dies a bit everyday. All he wanted to do was be with her. And they had been like wizards and wands, so much so that not even I could be jealous. I never even felt like a third-wheel, because I had always know that it was the hero that got the girl. They were great because they never left me out of the story. It felt so right for Harry and Hermione to be together, like I know Mum and Dad must be. Like finding your other half. They were my other half.
Those days were the best of my life, but Hermione had to go ruin it all. She had to break Harry's heart, and mine as well. Worst is, she did it slowly, and it took a long, painful time, but when she was done - nothing was the same again. Harry would never be the same again.
Nobody spoke about her any more. She had become she-who-must-not-be-named, especially around Harry. People spoke in hushed tones with sadness in their eyes. They realized it, just like I did. It just wasn't fair. Harry had had so much heartache and so much pain. But he had taken it like a hero should. The rules say he should get the girl, he should ride off into the sunset and he should live happily ever after. I was supposed to cheer them on, and find my own happiness and everything is supposed to be fine, just fine.
But it isn't.
It never will be.
All because of Hermione.
I hate her. Nobody ever hated someone like I hate Hermione. I hope whereever she is, she can't bare the guilt of it all. Of leaving us like this. Of doing what she did. She left Harry, and she left me. And now I'm all Harry's got left, and I'm obviously not enough, because Harry is like a shadow. You can see him but you can't contact him. He built his walls so you couldn't touch him and then faded away until there's nothing there but his own private prison. All because of Hermione. All because she had to go do a stupid thing like dying. What was she thinking? Didn't she realize how much she was hurting us? Didn't she know we couldn't go on without her?
I hate diseases, and I hate Leukemia, and I hate being a wizard. Because we can't all ways fix Leukemia, and neither can those bloody Muggles.
Hermione, I hate you so much! I hate you so much because I miss you so much, and I need you so much. Because without you, there's no Harry. And without you, there's no me. Damn you, Hermione! Christ I hate you! I should have known you were so good, that god wanted you all to himself.