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Bill/Hermione
Together
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The house was full, there was people everywhere. For the first time that she could recall The Burrow was silent. Everyone moved on auto-pilot, no words were spoken that weren't necessary. It was strange, un-natural, it didn't feel quite right. These were not ordinary circumstances though, they were living in a time of war. People were dying everyday. If it was an okay day, you didn't know them, they were just yet another un-needed casualty.
Sometimes you knew them, really knew them. They were such a part of your life that you didn't imagine life without them, regardless of whether you liked them or not. Someone you knew loved them, and right now they were hurting, much more than they should. They couldn't handle sitting inside while everyone moved around them, some pretending it hadn't happened, that his wife was still alive. While most just didn't know what to say.
She couldn't decide what was worse, those who acting like it hadn't happened, or those sympathetic looks, and the pats on the back. Like that was going to make it all better, that would bring her back. Hermione watched him quietly excuse himself, and decided to follow, he shouldn't be alone.
She found him sitting on a snow covered bench around the corner of the house, huddled over trying to protect himself from the cold. Hermione sat next to him, taking his hands, and warming them between hers.
"What do I do?" He said quietly, "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
"You do what you have to, what needs to be done."
"But how?" He said brokenly, "I don't know how I'm supposed to survive this without her, I can't do it without her."
"You will Bill. I'll help you, we will do it together."
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