Name: Impurity I

Rating: G

Word Count: 302

Summary: The last Granger survives the death of her two most beloved, her family.

Disclaimer: No characters/places/events from J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter series are mine.

AN: Somber little thing I thought up while listening to my music. Feedback is always welcome. Hermione is listed as a main character, however this may be misleading to some.

The two graves lay side by side, lovingly tended to and graced by white lilies at their own final resting ground.

She laid a hand on the tear-dampened stone in memory.

She tried to bring forth images of what could have been her loved ones' last moments of laughter.

She prayed to a God she'd rationally never believed in that their lives had been stripped from them by a deceitful, back attack so that they would not have known nor suffered from the knowledge of their impending loss.

She knelt.

She cried so fervently she lost her voice for screaming.

She cried for the loss of the two most beloved ones in her life, her family.

The Grangers, they'd always been a family. For an eternity. She'd almost believed, illogically, they would never die - least of all separately, at different times.

How could she go on, now that there was only one? She wasn't a part of a family anymore.

She didn't know...where to go.

Should her feet shuffle left? Right?

Should she move on or stay settled?

Should she work or should she mourn?

Should she move forwards? Or backwards in time?

Why weren't all choices available?

Time was forcing her forward in an unrelenting stream of moments.

Claire Vanessa Anne Granger lifted first one, then another pale flower to her lips and placed one each below the words forever inscribed into each headstone.

Moved by some force, propelled by the insistent, merciless rush of the currents of life at her back, she stepped into her vehicle, and with a determined sensation of hope welling up within, she drove.

She drove up to the doorstep of her new home. The home that stood next-door, to the left, of her previous abode.

It was one step forward, but not away.