Even In Death
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
Evanescence, Even in death
Sequel to Last Beautiful Girl
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I do not own Even in Death by Evanescence.
A/N: Oh my goodness! I finally managed to get to writing again. I think we should all celebrate it (note the sarcasm). Anyway, I'm glad I am back again. Thanks to everyone who reviewed Last Beautiful Girl. So, because EngShin (and some other) asked nicely, I decided to make a sequel. This takes place after Harry refused to forgive Hermione and sent her away. Hermione/Harry, Ginny/Harry. It will have more chapters:)
Chapter 1 – The Funeral
He heard the door open and then close, and knew that she went away. He sat at the table and returned to correcting the essays. But somehow he felt kind of uneasy; something wasn't right. He looked out of the window. It was dark and cold outside now; exactly like his heart felt. He realised the her departure hadn't made him feel better, in fact it caused him to feel worse – something he thought wasn't even possible.
He stood up and hurried out of his office, hoping that he'd still catch her. Now he regretted the harsh words he had said. True, she had made a mistake, hurt him and forsaken him, but that didn't matter anymore. She
loved him and he loved her. Harry was sure that he didn't want to make another mistake himself.
'I'll find her and tell her that I already forgave her. I'll take her back, and finally we'll be together...' he planned as he was walking out of the castle. Three fourth-years he met on the way greeted him, but he didn't even notice it. He stopped for a while in front of the castle, not knowing where to go at first. Had she gone to Hogsmeade, to catch a train and leave Hogwarts? Or had she flown on a broom? 'No, this is not a possibility,' decided Harry, 'she never liked flying.'
Then it occurred him. She loved the lake. Every time she had felt sad, hurt or depressed she had gone there, to sit by the lake. It had always soothed her. Maybe this time she would be there as well. He reached the lake, but found no one there. 'So she indeed left immediately,' he thought sadly. His sight fell upon the calm lake.
It looked really beautiful, but this time its beauty wasn't warm and peaceful, but dark and sinister. 'Who knows how many secrets do these deep waters hide?' He wondered silently.
Suddenly some movement on its surface caught his eye. He spotted something swimming in there. He came closer to the bank and tried to see what it was. The waves sent it closer, as if the lake was helping him in his attempt. He reached out with his hand and pulled the thing out. It was a ladies scarf.
His heart froze. He recognised it immediately. He had seen it just a while ago, on Hermione's neck. 'This can't be true,' he thought in horror. He looked at the lake again, but the deep blue waters were as impenetrable as ever. Just the feeling of something sinister being near grew stronger. He could feel the nearness of death.
For a moment the time stopped for him. He was just standing there, staring at the scarf in his hand. Hermione's scarf. Then he threw it away and jumped in the lake. He had to know the truth. Maybe he could even save her yet…
He found her on the bottom. Her eyes were closed, her silky hair floating around her pale face, she was not moving at all. Harry carried her out of lake and put her on the dark green grass. The moon, blazing with radiant light made her lovely face look even paler than usual. Harry felt tears form in his green eyes. It seemed that she wasn't breathing. He tried to wake her up desperately, to bring her back to life.
He shook her, called to her, held her and proclaimed his love for her, but every effort was vain, it was too late for regret now. It seemed like he had shed millions of tears with her lifeless body in his arms until he was found there. It was when Ginny, also teaching at Hogwarts, decided to go for a late walk. She was passing by lake and her sight fell upon this image of an immense tragedy.
Two days passed, two days during which Harry felt nothing but absolute apathy. Then the third day came; the day of Hermione's funeral. Harry was sitting in an armchair in his room looking blankly at the cold November day beyond the window opposite him. The leafless trees looked as hollow and dead as he felt inside.
Then the clock standing in the corner started to strike 12:00 a.m. Harry suddenly twitched. 'Already 12:00?' He wondered. 'In one hour … it's starting...' he thought calmly, still not able to feel any emotion except apathy.
He stood up and began to prepare himself for the ceremony. He was already dressed in black suit when someone knocked on the door. He made no sound, just turned around to face the door. Ginny entered. She gently put her hand on his shoulder: "Harry...it's time to go..." He simply nodded and followed her out of the room.
After a while they reached the cemetery. Harry could see Hermione's parents standing near the coffin that now hid her beauty forever. Suddenly a brief feeling of guilt washed over him. How could he go and look into their eyes when he was the reason that their beloved daughter did not live anymore? No, that was impossible. Not wanting to be seen by anyone, he stayed in the back. Ginny looked at Hermione's parents once more and stayed in the back too, by his side.
The ceremony started. Ginny felt sad. Hermione used to be a very good friend of hers, and she could never really hate her with such a cold passion as maybe some other did, although she betrayed... Ginny looked at Harry. He was crying quietly, so no one would hear. The real pain and despair that he felt remained hidden deep inside his heart. Ginny's eyes saddened even more.
When Hermione's funeral ended, they both quickly returned to Hogwarts. But Harry hadn't been the same anymore. He avoided everyone, even Ginny, who used to be his best friend before, and he spent almost all his time completely alone.
He was often seen by the lake, sitting silently and staring in there for hours. Ginny tried to talk to him, to make him smile, to bring him back to life, but all her efforts were vain. He acted like if he had forgotten everything except Hermione.
He had thought that if he sent her away, he could finally live in peace, that it would kill his pain once and for all. But he was mistaken; for it only brought him more pain. It seemed that he loved Hermione even more now that she was gone for forever.
A/N: I hope you liked it. Next chapter should be out sometime soon...