In the Years After p.2
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Hermione's view:
"Harry!" I cried. Harry? Back from the dead? Where are his glasses?
The thought about his glasses was a strange one to be popping into my head when I was seeing someone I thought was 5 years dead standing in front of me.
"Hello, Hermione," he said quietly, his eyes glistening with tears.
"Oh, Harry," I said. We embraced. He squeezed me like he never wanted to let go. "I thought you were dead."
"Almost," he said, pulling back. He smiled at me. His smile wavered, like he had almost forgotten how to, but it was the same old smile. We sat down of the bench.
"Where have you been? Why didn't you come back?" I asked. Tears were in my eyes. I looked at him. He was the same, but different. He was changed, somehow. His eyes seemed too old. He had seen too much, but they still danced. They reminded me of Dumbledore.
"Siberia," he replied. I was startled. "I had amnesia. Dark Curse."
"A Dark Curse gave you full amnesia? It must have been very strong. Do you know who sent it?" I questioned. As I asked these questions, I kept looking at him. I couldn't keep my eyes from him. 5 long years thinking he was dead, and all the time he was in Siberia.
"Voldemort." I shuddered.
"Luckily, I sent a fatal curse at the same time that destroyed him. He couldn't manage any fatal curses, so he sent amnesia so I would forget about killing him." Suddenly he broke down, crying. "Oh, Hermione, how I missed you! Even Voldemort couldn't make me forget that I had loved. I knew it deep in my heart, all the time. I just didn't fully remember!"
I pulled him into my eyes and started to cry to. "I missed you too. I missed you very much. But it wasn't your fault! You must never believe that!" At my words, Harry straightened up and smiled at me through his tears. I dried his eyes and mine with the hem of my robe. He smiled again.
I smiled back, and we kissed. We kissed once, then drew back. We looked at eachother, and kissed again. We kissed for a long time.
We we broke off, Harry suddenly asked, "What happened to Ron?"
My long face must have told him the answer. He started mumbling.
"No, no. Not Ron! Ron was too strong, too smart. He was great with strategical fighting. He couldn't have died!" One, lone tear, rolled down his cheek.
"Harry." He looked up. "Ron died a hero. He saved Snape's life by diving in front of him when a curse was thrown his way."
"Snape?" Harry asked. I knew he was thinking of Snape's treatment of us through school.
"Yes. As you know, he was never really evil, and he joined our side in the War. Ron was protecting him while he killed Pettigrew."
"Snape killed Pettigrew?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
We were quiet for a while, then Harry spoke again. "We have a lot to catch up on."
"Yeah." I agreed. Suddenly, my strange thought hit me again. "Harry, what happened to your glasses?"
Harry grinned. "Muggle contacts. Siberia isn't as backwards in some areas as most people think." I laughed.
Author: R/R!
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Hermione's view:
"Harry!" I cried. Harry? Back from the dead? Where are his glasses?
The thought about his glasses was a strange one to be popping into my head when I was seeing someone I thought was 5 years dead standing in front of me.
"Hello, Hermione," he said quietly, his eyes glistening with tears.
"Oh, Harry," I said. We embraced. He squeezed me like he never wanted to let go. "I thought you were dead."
"Almost," he said, pulling back. He smiled at me. His smile wavered, like he had almost forgotten how to, but it was the same old smile. We sat down of the bench.
"Where have you been? Why didn't you come back?" I asked. Tears were in my eyes. I looked at him. He was the same, but different. He was changed, somehow. His eyes seemed too old. He had seen too much, but they still danced. They reminded me of Dumbledore.
"Siberia," he replied. I was startled. "I had amnesia. Dark Curse."
"A Dark Curse gave you full amnesia? It must have been very strong. Do you know who sent it?" I questioned. As I asked these questions, I kept looking at him. I couldn't keep my eyes from him. 5 long years thinking he was dead, and all the time he was in Siberia.
"Voldemort." I shuddered.
"Luckily, I sent a fatal curse at the same time that destroyed him. He couldn't manage any fatal curses, so he sent amnesia so I would forget about killing him." Suddenly he broke down, crying. "Oh, Hermione, how I missed you! Even Voldemort couldn't make me forget that I had loved. I knew it deep in my heart, all the time. I just didn't fully remember!"
I pulled him into my eyes and started to cry to. "I missed you too. I missed you very much. But it wasn't your fault! You must never believe that!" At my words, Harry straightened up and smiled at me through his tears. I dried his eyes and mine with the hem of my robe. He smiled again.
I smiled back, and we kissed. We kissed once, then drew back. We looked at eachother, and kissed again. We kissed for a long time.
We we broke off, Harry suddenly asked, "What happened to Ron?"
My long face must have told him the answer. He started mumbling.
"No, no. Not Ron! Ron was too strong, too smart. He was great with strategical fighting. He couldn't have died!" One, lone tear, rolled down his cheek.
"Harry." He looked up. "Ron died a hero. He saved Snape's life by diving in front of him when a curse was thrown his way."
"Snape?" Harry asked. I knew he was thinking of Snape's treatment of us through school.
"Yes. As you know, he was never really evil, and he joined our side in the War. Ron was protecting him while he killed Pettigrew."
"Snape killed Pettigrew?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
We were quiet for a while, then Harry spoke again. "We have a lot to catch up on."
"Yeah." I agreed. Suddenly, my strange thought hit me again. "Harry, what happened to your glasses?"
Harry grinned. "Muggle contacts. Siberia isn't as backwards in some areas as most people think." I laughed.
Author: R/R!