Can't Keep Going On:

Can't Keep Going On

Preface:

He wasn't supposed to leave. She begged him but her words were not enough to make him stay. No one knows where he is. For al they are concerned he is dead. A grave with his name lies beside his parents. His loved one mourns over him every waking moment. Harry James Potter has disappeared from the face of the earth.

Chapter 1: "I hate the stars because I look at the same ones as you do, without you"

Twenty-year old, Hermione Granger stared at the coffee cup in her hands. The steam rose from the black mug. She took a sip from the cup, it tasted bitter. Today marked the third year that Harry disappeared. Hermione wiped her eyes with the palm of her shaking hand. Her black painted nails dug into the flesh that covered her cheek. Why did he leave her without a word? She placed the half-full mug in the sink and left up to her room. She picked out her outfit for the day, which included a white sundress that went above the knee and white heels. She set her clothes on her bed and entered her bathroom. She ran the water in her shower and stepped in letting the warm water cover her body. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her, tears falling from her chocolate colored eyes. She walked into her room and started to dress. After she was fully clothed she entered her bathroom. Her wet hair hung straight, she had found a special shampoo that straightened it. She brushed through her hair and blow-dried it. She walked over to her long bathroom counter that had small containers of make-up. She put on some black eyeliner, waterproof mascara and cherry red lipstick. She exited her bathroom and walked back into her room. She missed him so; her heart broke whenever his name was said.

Harry Potter.

She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her purse as she walked out of her room. She grabbed her white trench coat from the coat rack and her car keys out of the key bowl. She left her house locking the door behind her. She got into her car and started it. She drove down the all too familiar route to the cemetery. She parked her car where the others would park. She walked to his grave, she was there before anyone, and she kneeled beside the grave and read the words slowly.

Harry James Potter

1980-1997

Loving boyfriend, friend, son and hero.

Tears welled in her eyes as she read the grave over and over. She already memorized the words on the grave of course. No one knew for sure where Harry was he went to fight Voldemort and never came back. He had succeeded in killing the Dark Lord but people believed Harry fell with him. Hermione remembered it clearly.

"Don't go." She begged

"I have to." He whispered kissing her softly, she didn't want to leave his embrace. She knew that this could be their last good-bye. The last good-bye was always the hardest.

"I love you," she whispered looking into his emerald green eyes.

"I love you too, 'Mione." He smiled kissing her forehead. Then he turned and left into the smoke to find Voldemort. That was the last anyone had heard from Harry Potter.

Hermione blinked back the tears as she stood up.

"You got here early," Ron Weasley's voice came from behind her.

"I always do on this day." She replied her voice thick with the tears that threatened to fall.

"He loved you, you gave him his favorite moments." Ron said softly wrapping her in his embrace.

"I know, it just-just kills me to not know if he's dead or not." She whispered as Ron stroked her hair "When are the rest arriving?"

"Now," Ron said as car's piled into the parking lot. Hermione looked around at everyone who joined them on the day that Harry disappeared. They were all people who were close to him George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Ginny Longbottom, Neville Longbottom, Luna Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, and Andromeda Tonks with Teddy. She noticed another man standing in the back that she didn't recognize.

"How are you, dear?" Molly asked hugging her.

"I get along, I miss him everyday." Hermione sighed

Everyone just spoke softly to one another while they stared at Harry's grave wondering where he was.

Hermione looked at the mysterious man and whispered in Ron's ear:

"Do you know him?"

Ron shook his head "I've never seen him before."

"Oh," Hermione said looking back to the grave.

Everyone parted but Hermione and the mysterious man. He approached her and Hermione stared at him.

"Is he dead?" the man asked "Is Harry Potter dead?"

"I don't know." Hermione replied cautiously "He disappeared after the war, he left his friends all behind."

"If he isn't dead then why is there a grave?" he asked

"Why do you care?" she replied harshly

"Curious, I'm truly sorry if I offended you."

"I forgive you, may I ask who you are?" she asked

The man looked away from her "I'm Jacob Steele." The man said quickly.

Hermione smiled in satisfaction "Hermione Granger."

"Yes, I know. The smartest woman of your era." He smiled at her.

Hermione blushed "Yes, well Harry was the leader of the Golden Trio."

"I wouldn't believe that, I would say you were." Jacob replied.

Hermione laughed for the first time in two years "Did you know Harry?"

"He and I were…close."

"Oh, I'm sorry about your loss."

"Ah, my loss is nothing compared to yours. If there's ever anything I can do don't hesitate to call." He handed her a piece of paper and swiftly left. Hermione smiled as he walked away. This was the first time she had been happy since Harry disappeared. Hermione pointed her wand at Harry's grave and whispered.

"Rutilus Roses." A strand of roses left the tip of the wand and fell in front of Lily, James and Harry's graves. She smiled happily and turned to her car. She drove home in deep thought, wondering why Jacob had been there at the remembrance of Harry.

May 23, 1999 6:30pm

Dearest Diary,

I miss Harry. I miss him more today than any other day. Today marks the day where Harry left us. Why wouldn't he tell me where he went? I think about him everyday. I write letters that I never send. I don't know which is worse, sending the letter and getting a reply back from him or not getting a reply back. Today I wrote a letter. I should send it. I need to know if the love of my life is alive. I hate the stars, I used to watch them with him now they are just the balls of gas that they should be. My life has fallen apart. A man was at his grave today, he was interested in Harry…and me. It's too soon to move on from Harry though it would be wrong. I think I will write a letter and send it, I need to know now. Good-bye Diary,

Hermione.

Hermione set down her pen and put her Diary behind the picture that hung above her bed. She went back to her desk and pulled out a fresh piece of parchement. She started to compose her letter.

Dearest Harry,

Where have you gone? When you left you took my heart with you. I live everyday not knowing if you are alive or not. We made a grave, for we think the worst. It is beside your parents. I went today, today marks when you left me. I write because I need to know if you are alive or not. It kills me a little more not to know. I love you with my heart, why wouldn't you tell me? Or was your love for me all a lie? You never meant it at all? My heart earns a new hole each day I visit your grave. Ginny and Neville are married as are Ron and Luna. I haven't moved on. I shall wait for the day until you return to me. I long for the day where I can hold you in my arms again. Once you come home I will love you and never let go. I need to know, did Voldemort take you down with him or were you a coward and you left? Every day I feel uglier, I think you left because I'm not beautiful enough for you. I think that you left because I'm not enough. I have doubts about you and I just want you to come home and erase them. Come home, I need you.

Hermione Granger.

Hermione handed the letter to the post owl at her window.

"Deliver to Harry James Potter." She said clearly. The owl nipped her fingers and set off to find her true love. Wherever he might be.

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