Author: Aurora Borealis
Title: A Longing Dream
Disclaimer: I own no characters mentioned in this story or the main plot this was branched from. I wrote this story for my enjoyment and for others not for money or critical acclaim.
Summary: Why is it that you always let the good ones get away? Maybe because your blinded at the time and don't see what they truly have. Why can't you see what's staring you right in the face? How is it that no matter how hard you try and tell yourself this is wrong, it's not suppose to end this way, it always does? Why do certain things look bad, but turn out good? These are questions that have been around since the dawn of time, never ending answers try to shine some light on the unknown. But no matter what we try to come up with to make up for what we loss it never fulfills our need to know. Why?
Chapter 1 Please don't leave
From afar her tears looked like glistening diamonds in the sun. Up close, they looked like all the years of bottled emotion, anger and rage, disgust and desire, had finally surfaced to the top. She stood there in a daze, losing track of the hours. Finally, the sun had sunk to the hills and she turned to walk away. Her high heeled shoes clicked lonely on the street as she silently walked down the deserted ally. What happened today shouldn't have affected her the way it had. She shouldn't have cared so much for someone that didn't matter. But she did. That was what killed her inside. That she allowed her self to act this way, to fall apart at a mere whim. She walked up the dirty stairs and to her apartment door. Slowly she reached into her purse. Pulling out what looked like a long wooden stick she quickly dropped it to the floor. Shaking her head she picked it up and swiftly placed it in her bag. Grabbing her keys she opened the door.
Hermione stared at the empty flat. No light escaped from it and only the moon light shinned in. It still smelled like what she had cooked that night, blood pudding and butterbeer. Light, but it wasn't as though any of it had been eaten. She walked to her bedroom and hung up her cloak stopping at the closet. A single shirt was hanging on one side. The one she had bought him in an effort to help make the transition easier. He had only worn it once, just to make her happy. Now it seemed he didn't care if she was happy or not. Over and over again the events of the night played in her head. It had all started out fine, how could it have turned so wrong?
**Flashback**
Hermione greeted Harry as he mumbled through the door. "Hullo Harry! Good day at work?" He looked up at her in audible disgust. "What do you think?" He spat at her walking to put his briefcase away. "Hermione, I can't take it anymore! The long days, the low wages, the horrible conditions. I could be doing so much more in the Wiz…" He stopped as her mouth dropped. "Hermione, all I'm saying is what you know! Why do we have to stay here and live in this drank apartment when we could have so much more?" She glanced to the floor. "You know I can't go back there Harry! I can never go back after what happened. Why don't you understand it hurts so much? Are you so wrapped up in greed and titles and positions that you can just forget about all that so easily?" "I'm not saying I forgot! Yes, it happened, it was horrible it wasn't right and I will NEVER forget, but that doesn't mean we should give everything up and run away from it! It kills me to be away from the magical world, yes I said it magic. Remember that? It use to be a major part of your life!" Harry threw his head into his hands.
"Do you think you were the only one affected? Ron was my friend too. I was the one that watched him die Hermione, not you. I had to fight while his body lay limp and lifeless in a heap next to me. I defeated Voldermort out of revenge and hate, for Ron and my parents. So don't try and tell me it helps you to live away from magic. Magic didn't kill Ron, hate did. I've realized that and you need to too. Hermione, I'm going back to the wizarding world there's a job opening for an Auror and I was asked to take it. Now you can come back with me or not, but you're not going to stop me. Will you come with me and face what you've been hiding from, or live in the shadows forever?" Hermione turned away from Harry and stared out into the darkness. Turning back around she had an insane smile on her face. "So that's it Harry? Your giving me an ultimatum? In case you've forgotten I wasn't the only one that choose to leave there. You came right along with me! And now you just want to go back with out notice with out giving me time to think? You can't do this to me Harry!" Hermione screamed. She collapsed to the floor in tears huddled in a ball. "You just can't Harry." "Are you saying your not going to come with me Hermione?" "Please don't leave?"
