Happiness?
Rated PG
By Taranda
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*start*
Loneliness. Despair. Sadness.
All occurred when he died. All at once. Without pause.
The child looked up at me. She would never know her father. Though he chose her name.
"Aye, Hermione," he said when I announced that I was pregnant with his child. My child, I reminded myself silently. "I'm sure she'll be like you. Smart and resourceful. But also colorful and vivid."
Her name is Vivian. Lively. She's a sweet child. But nothing could remove me from this dark and abandoned abyss. Who knows that Vivian is alive? Who knows that she was born?
Only me.
I was at the hospital by myself. I was at the delivery room by myself. But he never bothered to show. Why? I asked myself. Why?
Why did he abandon me?
Vivian was a rather quick birth. I was in labor for five hours. Her tiny mass of black hair, her small body. I had been moved back to my room when I received the letter. A short letter. A terrifying letter of doom.
I sobbed when I saw the first words. In Ron's handwriting, it read, "I'm sorry, Hermione." Closing the rest in my fist, I began to sob.
I never finished reading it. I knew what was inside. Just from the shaky handwriting. The note was to tell me that he had died.
How tragic, that while I was experiencing labor pains, Harry went and got himself killed. Or maybe I was vain.
Because Vivian, unlike me, could live without a strong sense of fear.
For through his death, Harry had killed him. Voldemort. The final battle had ended. We had won.
But all I got was a daughter and a dead lover.
I miss you, Harry.
*end*
This fic seemed much better when I first wrote it. Oh well.
And once again, another short fic by me. (From what I've written of it, my next fic will be longer.)