A/N: Hello, everyone, this is my second fic! Thanks for the ones who reviewed my first fic, Complicated, you guys were too kind! Hope you like this one too! And please don't send any flames...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, it all belongs to the one and only J.K Rowling.
A man with brilliant green eyes and jet-black hair walked into the beautiful English town, his hands in his coat pocket, shielding them from the cool air.
He walked for so long to this town, with only one thing on his mind.
To see the person that he should never see again.
He stopped, as he thought he heard a window opened above him, he quickly hid himself in a dark corner that could hid him from her view.
A beautiful woman came to his sight; she has long, silky brown hair and the most angelic face.
Isn't that...? The man thought.
The woman stared up to the sky for a moment, she closed her eyes, then turned away, leaving the window unclosed.
This is his big chance, the man took out the broom that he has been carrying with him, a moment of moon light shimmer on the bloom, Firebolt it read in gold letters. It is a pretty old broom, but it's faithful. That's enough for him.
The man looked around, as if to check if anyone's there. He sat on the bloom, then the bloom magically flew up and led the man to the high window.
He peered through the windows, and checked if that woman's there, it appears that she fell asleep, because he could hear the woman's quiet breathing.
He carefully climbed through the big window, he landed safely as he retrieve the bloom that's floating high in the air outside.
He looked around the room, he could see trophies and certificates everywhere, and she hasn't changed a bit. He thought.
But he took a closer look at the awards, and found that it's all given to Hermione when she was at Hogwarts.
Then he found her.
She looks so young and innocent, sleeping in her bed. The man knew that the woman must be at least 23 now, the same age as him, but she didn't look a day over 18, perhaps people always look younger when they were asleep.
He stroked her hair gently, careful not to wake her. The emotion that he felt is incredible, what would he give just to hear her voice, just to see her smile once more...
He can't.
I'm so sorry... Hermione... He thought.
Hermione stirred, she's waking up, he quickly jumped on his broom and flew away quickly, he can't let her see him now. He didn't notice something flew out of his pocket and landed on the floor.
Hermione Granger sat straight up at the noise, eyes wide opened.
It couldn't be him... Hermione thought. Could it?
She sighed. Yeah right, hello! Wake up, Hermione, this is reality...
He's gone.
She flipped on the lamp beside her, determined to get water splashed on her face to clear her mind, then she would get back to her work.
She noticed something silvery glimmering on the ground, she frowned, and she went to pick it up.
It's a heart shape locket, the silver shining ever so brightly in the light, she recognized the thing, but couldn't remember where she saw it before. Hermione turned the locket to the back, gasped as a familiar name came to sight.
To love forever, Harry J. Potter
***
"Ron, Harry came back! He is alive! Hey Ron, are you listening?" Hermione Granger said to her best friend the next night. She spend her day, wondering whether to tell him that Harry came, and decided to after sunset caught her eyes.
Sunset... She thought, then she walks to the phone.
Ron Weasley stood in her living room now, deep into thoughts. He and Hermione... Well, actually Ron himself had believed the rumor that Harry died battling Lord Voldemort, a hero's sacrifice. But Hermione never did believe the story, not at first anyway. Ron still remembers that night, 2 years ago, it was raining so hard, and someone knocked on the door at his apartment, Ron found Hermione standing in the door, dripping wet.
" Hermione?" He said, as he looked at the beautiful, wet angel at his door.
" Harry's gone, Ron... he's not ever going to come back." She said simply.
Then she left.
Ron never found out what made her say that.
Despair?
Or she just wanted to forget?
" Yeah, I am listening."
" After all these years... 5 years now, tomorrow is exactly 5 years that he disappeared..." Hermione's voice trailed off.
" But why would he come back now? If he never let people... never let us knew that he's alive... There's got to be a reason."
" Perhaps the reason isn't there anymore... Maybe-"
" Hermione, get real. He hid from you, if there's isn't a reason for him to be gone anymore, why did he ran then? He could just show up." Ron said, "My guess is that he is hiding against his own will."
" You mean someone is forcing him to hide?"
" Probably."
" But... why? How? I mean, Lord Voldemort is gone, I know he is, we all knew. That's why we started calling Lord Voldemort by name, not by you-know-who..."
" I'm afraid that's a question only Harry can answer."
Hermione is silent. Ron looks at her, and noticed she's crying.
" Please don't cry, Hermione." Ron whispered, enveloping Hermione into his arms.
" Oh, Ron. People told me he's dead... I wanted so much to believe, to forget him. But... I can't..."
"Why?"
Ron felt Hermione stiffen, and then she started crying again.
Ron gently pushes her away, and looks at her straightly into the eyes.
" Tell me." He said quietly.
Hermione glanced away, a moment later, she walk slowly to the opened window.
Ron's glance followed her.
" Harry, he..." Hermione said, staring at the stars. " That night before we graduated from Hogwarts, he asked me to come to the hilltop that we three found during the sixth year at midnight. I went, and saw him. He was sitting there, on the top, staring silently at the stars..."
Hermione took out her wand, and muttered words. A door appeared magically in front of her and Ron.
" You want the truth, you've got it."
Ron went in the door alone, he found himself in a beautiful hill with billions of stars in the sky, just as he stood there, stunned, he heard someone approached, he quickly took out his wand, and said an invisibility spell.
He recognized the person is Hermione, the younger one. She doesn't look any different from now, beautiful, as always.
He followed her, and saw Harry, sitting on the hill, looking at the stars, just like what Hermione said.
Ron nearly jumped at the sight of him, he hasn't seen Harry for such a long
time....
It's like finding something that's long gone, or something that's forgotten.
It's strange.
"Hi, Harry." Hermione said, looking at Harry nervously.
Harry turned; he smiled when he saw Hermione. " Hey there."
" Nice sky today, huh?" Harry asked.
" Yeah... It is beautiful." Hermione replied, sitting down next to him.
" I remembered seeing the sky like this once, when I was little, I was in the attic at the Dursleys, it was so beautiful, exactly like today." Harry smiled sadly, " It was then that I started to remember what my mother look like, what she sounds like. I spend the whole night looking at the stars, believing that if I kept looking at the stars, my mum would come back. I was so little, desperate for love, for a mother. Aunt Petunia isn't exactly too motherly. To me anyways."
" Harry..." Hermione look at him, Harry looks so lost, and it's like looking at something that doesn't even exist.
" After then, I found out I was a wizard, but the thing that thrill me the most is to find out that my parents are magical, too. For once in my life I felt them, not just the imaginary mum and dad I thought up myself to comfort me, but the real one, and that they might still be there for me..."
" They're still here for you, Harry." Hermione touched Harry's hand, Harry look up in surprise. " And so am I."
Harry smiled, as their lips met in a kiss.
Ron, who's standing beside them all the time, couldn't believe what he's seeing. Okay, maybe he knew that Harry likes Hermione ever since the fifth year, but Hermione likes Harry, too? She definitely hid her feelings well.
Ron took a deep breath, trying to take all these in. They love each other, and they never told anyone. What is this?
An act of denial?
Or...
The next thing Ron know, he's back to reality, with Hermione glazing at Ron with watery eyes.
" Now you know why I couldn't let go of him." Hermione whispered.
" Is that the night you said? That night Harry's looking at the stars on that hilltop?"
Hermione nodded.
Ron is speechless. " How come you never told me?" HE managed.
" I couldn't. I couldn't even bear to remember myself. He was saying goodbye to me that night, but I never noticed... I never..." Hermione turns away again, trying to hide her tears.
" Hermione..."
A/N: Well, this is the end of Chapter 1, I'll upload Chapter 2 very soon!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, it all belongs to the one and only J.K Rowling.
A man with brilliant green eyes and jet-black hair walked into the beautiful English town, his hands in his coat pocket, shielding them from the cool air.
He walked for so long to this town, with only one thing on his mind.
To see the person that he should never see again.
He stopped, as he thought he heard a window opened above him, he quickly hid himself in a dark corner that could hid him from her view.
A beautiful woman came to his sight; she has long, silky brown hair and the most angelic face.
Isn't that...? The man thought.
The woman stared up to the sky for a moment, she closed her eyes, then turned away, leaving the window unclosed.
This is his big chance, the man took out the broom that he has been carrying with him, a moment of moon light shimmer on the bloom, Firebolt it read in gold letters. It is a pretty old broom, but it's faithful. That's enough for him.
The man looked around, as if to check if anyone's there. He sat on the bloom, then the bloom magically flew up and led the man to the high window.
He peered through the windows, and checked if that woman's there, it appears that she fell asleep, because he could hear the woman's quiet breathing.
He carefully climbed through the big window, he landed safely as he retrieve the bloom that's floating high in the air outside.
He looked around the room, he could see trophies and certificates everywhere, and she hasn't changed a bit. He thought.
But he took a closer look at the awards, and found that it's all given to Hermione when she was at Hogwarts.
Then he found her.
She looks so young and innocent, sleeping in her bed. The man knew that the woman must be at least 23 now, the same age as him, but she didn't look a day over 18, perhaps people always look younger when they were asleep.
He stroked her hair gently, careful not to wake her. The emotion that he felt is incredible, what would he give just to hear her voice, just to see her smile once more...
He can't.
I'm so sorry... Hermione... He thought.
Hermione stirred, she's waking up, he quickly jumped on his broom and flew away quickly, he can't let her see him now. He didn't notice something flew out of his pocket and landed on the floor.
Hermione Granger sat straight up at the noise, eyes wide opened.
It couldn't be him... Hermione thought. Could it?
She sighed. Yeah right, hello! Wake up, Hermione, this is reality...
He's gone.
She flipped on the lamp beside her, determined to get water splashed on her face to clear her mind, then she would get back to her work.
She noticed something silvery glimmering on the ground, she frowned, and she went to pick it up.
It's a heart shape locket, the silver shining ever so brightly in the light, she recognized the thing, but couldn't remember where she saw it before. Hermione turned the locket to the back, gasped as a familiar name came to sight.
To love forever, Harry J. Potter
***
"Ron, Harry came back! He is alive! Hey Ron, are you listening?" Hermione Granger said to her best friend the next night. She spend her day, wondering whether to tell him that Harry came, and decided to after sunset caught her eyes.
Sunset... She thought, then she walks to the phone.
Ron Weasley stood in her living room now, deep into thoughts. He and Hermione... Well, actually Ron himself had believed the rumor that Harry died battling Lord Voldemort, a hero's sacrifice. But Hermione never did believe the story, not at first anyway. Ron still remembers that night, 2 years ago, it was raining so hard, and someone knocked on the door at his apartment, Ron found Hermione standing in the door, dripping wet.
" Hermione?" He said, as he looked at the beautiful, wet angel at his door.
" Harry's gone, Ron... he's not ever going to come back." She said simply.
Then she left.
Ron never found out what made her say that.
Despair?
Or she just wanted to forget?
" Yeah, I am listening."
" After all these years... 5 years now, tomorrow is exactly 5 years that he disappeared..." Hermione's voice trailed off.
" But why would he come back now? If he never let people... never let us knew that he's alive... There's got to be a reason."
" Perhaps the reason isn't there anymore... Maybe-"
" Hermione, get real. He hid from you, if there's isn't a reason for him to be gone anymore, why did he ran then? He could just show up." Ron said, "My guess is that he is hiding against his own will."
" You mean someone is forcing him to hide?"
" Probably."
" But... why? How? I mean, Lord Voldemort is gone, I know he is, we all knew. That's why we started calling Lord Voldemort by name, not by you-know-who..."
" I'm afraid that's a question only Harry can answer."
Hermione is silent. Ron looks at her, and noticed she's crying.
" Please don't cry, Hermione." Ron whispered, enveloping Hermione into his arms.
" Oh, Ron. People told me he's dead... I wanted so much to believe, to forget him. But... I can't..."
"Why?"
Ron felt Hermione stiffen, and then she started crying again.
Ron gently pushes her away, and looks at her straightly into the eyes.
" Tell me." He said quietly.
Hermione glanced away, a moment later, she walk slowly to the opened window.
Ron's glance followed her.
" Harry, he..." Hermione said, staring at the stars. " That night before we graduated from Hogwarts, he asked me to come to the hilltop that we three found during the sixth year at midnight. I went, and saw him. He was sitting there, on the top, staring silently at the stars..."
Hermione took out her wand, and muttered words. A door appeared magically in front of her and Ron.
" You want the truth, you've got it."
Ron went in the door alone, he found himself in a beautiful hill with billions of stars in the sky, just as he stood there, stunned, he heard someone approached, he quickly took out his wand, and said an invisibility spell.
He recognized the person is Hermione, the younger one. She doesn't look any different from now, beautiful, as always.
He followed her, and saw Harry, sitting on the hill, looking at the stars, just like what Hermione said.
Ron nearly jumped at the sight of him, he hasn't seen Harry for such a long
time....
It's like finding something that's long gone, or something that's forgotten.
It's strange.
"Hi, Harry." Hermione said, looking at Harry nervously.
Harry turned; he smiled when he saw Hermione. " Hey there."
" Nice sky today, huh?" Harry asked.
" Yeah... It is beautiful." Hermione replied, sitting down next to him.
" I remembered seeing the sky like this once, when I was little, I was in the attic at the Dursleys, it was so beautiful, exactly like today." Harry smiled sadly, " It was then that I started to remember what my mother look like, what she sounds like. I spend the whole night looking at the stars, believing that if I kept looking at the stars, my mum would come back. I was so little, desperate for love, for a mother. Aunt Petunia isn't exactly too motherly. To me anyways."
" Harry..." Hermione look at him, Harry looks so lost, and it's like looking at something that doesn't even exist.
" After then, I found out I was a wizard, but the thing that thrill me the most is to find out that my parents are magical, too. For once in my life I felt them, not just the imaginary mum and dad I thought up myself to comfort me, but the real one, and that they might still be there for me..."
" They're still here for you, Harry." Hermione touched Harry's hand, Harry look up in surprise. " And so am I."
Harry smiled, as their lips met in a kiss.
Ron, who's standing beside them all the time, couldn't believe what he's seeing. Okay, maybe he knew that Harry likes Hermione ever since the fifth year, but Hermione likes Harry, too? She definitely hid her feelings well.
Ron took a deep breath, trying to take all these in. They love each other, and they never told anyone. What is this?
An act of denial?
Or...
The next thing Ron know, he's back to reality, with Hermione glazing at Ron with watery eyes.
" Now you know why I couldn't let go of him." Hermione whispered.
" Is that the night you said? That night Harry's looking at the stars on that hilltop?"
Hermione nodded.
Ron is speechless. " How come you never told me?" HE managed.
" I couldn't. I couldn't even bear to remember myself. He was saying goodbye to me that night, but I never noticed... I never..." Hermione turns away again, trying to hide her tears.
" Hermione..."
A/N: Well, this is the end of Chapter 1, I'll upload Chapter 2 very soon!