The rain. It is either gloomy or soothing, depending on the person or situation. Should we go back to the past with the slow raindrops? Or perhaps go back to the storm of unknown adventure of the future? Maybe we should just stay in the present, where the rain is the same for a certain period of time. But that is still a choice. A choice that he made that was irreversible, no matter how much he researched.
As the sun was eclipsed by the clouds, he looked up at the slight expanse of blue sky. Moments later, the first raindrops fell on his face. Had it been a few years ago, he would had cried internally with the skies. Had that incident never happened, he would be happily walking in that rain, holding her hand. She would still be here, and he would still be content. She was his sunlight in the gloomy, dark sky.
If he hadn't been so reckless. If he could had stopped it from happening. If he could just see her again. But he had messed up. He had to go looking for more power. He had to find the answers to his dangerous questions. He had to be better than anyone. He had to prove himself better, and yet had somewhat started to feel regret at his actions as she faded away.
He was supposed to be a leader. She should had been his Queen. But, Tom Marvolo Riddle had cast Avada Kedavra at one of her allies. She had understandably jumped in front of it, for any sane person. And yet, he hadn't seen it coming. As she fell, so did the raindrops. Hermione Jean Granger was now dead, and gone with the rain.
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Author's note: I'm not completely dead yet! I just had a lot of stuff that happened in my life, and I'm still currently dealing with it. It's a bit why I wrote this. No one but my own spirit died as I wrote this. I was, and still am a little broken. But I will bounce back with stories and ideas. No big worries here.