Shadows
She sat at the small table by the window, her book in front of her. She had not read it for years, not since she had first found out she was a witch. She'd felt that she shouldn't read it, because she was so different from the people it talked about. But now it gave her comfort, having seen so much death and destruction, it gave her comfort just to know that they were going to a better place.
"You alright?" She looked up at him, nodding slightly as she closed her Bible, laying it down in front of her, her hand still resting on it.
"Yeah, I am." He nodded as well, sitting next to her, gently taking her free hand in his.
"They'll be alright Hermione, I'm sure your book has told you that." She nodded again, resting her head on his shoulder, allowing herself to cry as she recited a passage her mother had loved.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil
The Shadow of Death, her mother had passed through it now, like so many people she'd known, and one day, they would walk together in pastures green, along with everyone else, because the Shadow would lift and she'd be homeā¦again.
