Another chapter. It's half term now so I am free for a week! However I have LOADS of homework and essays so you'll have to bare with me. Sorry if it's not the best chapter, I was doing a show with my stage school last night in a massive theatre last night and didn't get back until late. So if there is any errors or typos I am sorry! If you like the story and you're new then give it a favorite and a follow! I also LOVE reviews! So type away if you want, you can also PM me or email me on . Also I have now set up a twitter account so and it's a great way for me to interact with you guys so follow me if you want notesandlit
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There was a harsh, hollow feeling inside my chest. It was a physical feeling, deep inside me - as if all my emotions where beating my insides up. I tried for the rest of the day after I talked with Sirius to shake it, but I couldn't. I avoided Remus and the others all day and I just stayed inside my room. Several people came to the door at different times of the day asking if I was okay but I think they got the hint eventually because it came to five o'clock in the evening and I had been left, undisturbed, for about three hours. I wasn't tired at all which was surprising seems as how very little sleep I had got last night. I just sat on the floor with my back up against the bed looking down through the window, thinking about the woman I had seen in the early hours of the morning. What are we doing? I thought. Remus and I? What were the chances of us both surviving the war that was bound to arrive? Either both of us would be killed or one of us will be left like Sirius. Dead without the other. As these thoughts ran through my head, contrasting ones also fought their way in. Like I was arguing with myself with in my thoughts. I was thinking about what would happen to me with out Remus - if he was killed. I was thinking about how I would be trapped in myself, like Sirius was right now, somewhere below me in the house. His mind filled with one thought - the death of the person he loved. However, I was also furious with myself. My parents, Ron and Harry - they all cared about me. I would have them. Also, I wouldn't be the only one who would suffer at the loss of Remus. The whole Order loved him - we were all a family. A family that would be heading to war. We were going to lose people. People were going to die. What happens if I lose everyone I care about? We had already lost Tonks, who would it be next? Ron? Harry? My two best friends and we were three of the people that Voldermort would want. I didn't want to lose my friends - the people I loved. I could see no way of solving this. All my life I could solve puzzles, I came across a problem and I could work it out. But this time it was different. Even if we won the war we will still inevitably lose people and I don't know how I would cope if I lost someone I cared about. I had never had to. I had never had someone close to me die. I was lost. Everything had gone wrong and I didn't know what I was going to do. I heard the door open.
'I can't sit out there listening to you like this and not come in, Hermione' Said a voice that made me jolt. Remus came round to the side of the bed were I was leaning. He sat down next to me but didn't put his arm around me. I could see his discomfort. He wanted to say something... do something but he was restraining himself. It was only when he said my name so softly that I almost didn't hear him, that I realized I had been crying. Sobbing. My face was soaked with tears and I was shaking. But I shook my head and got myself together. I had to stop doing this. I stood up but did not look at Remus even though I could feel his eyes on me. 'Hermione' He said. But I shook my head again and started to walk away. He grabbed my hand. 'Please talk to me, Hermione' He said, I caught his eye before leaving the room.