A/N: Here it is, the second chapter! Once again, thanks for all people who reviewed!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they all belong to J.K Rowling.
The next day, Ron and Hermione went to the cemetery where they bury Harry, they never found the body, but to just out a few belongings of Harry inside the coffin, then buried it under Harry's name.
Harry's coffin was buried in a muggle cemetery.
Hermione insisted on that.
They reached the tombstone, it read Harry J Potter, and the carving on the stone wrote only Harry's birth date. People never did put the death date in, as to praise him as the hero who still lives on in everyone's heart.
They stood there, silently looking at it. Thousands of emotions rush over them, as they remembered the happy days in Hogwarts, and the dark days ever after the graduation.
" Ron... Do you remember why you left the wizard world?" Hermione asked finally.
" The reason...?"
" Yeah."
"After my dad got murdered by Voldemort...I was stunned, never would I know losing a family member is so hard... Then I found myself wanting to be something more than just a wizard... Then I came to the Muggle world, and found something better. I found ... Most of all I found freedom. No one tell me when to go, or when to stop... Why did you leave?" He asked Hermione, he didn't want to tell her that he came to the Muggle world to protect her from harm.
He didn't want to burden her with a feeling she doesn't have for him.
Hermione smiled, but it was a tearful smile. " I came here to... forget."
" Forget Harry?" Ron asked.
" Forget everything, I guess. Pretend it's just a dream, that I was never a witch. But I never did, probably never will."
" Yeah, me too." Ron confessed. " Partly."
" I... stop believing. I always thought I could be anything, if I have faith in myself. But look at me now," She took a big breath, " Nothing."
" Oh Hermione, you are not nothing. You are just..." Ron paused, " Lost."
" Come on, Ron, comparing to Hermione Granger in Hogwarts, who always gets top grades and high test scores, I am trash. I am just a part time model at the magazines."
" Don't tell me that you don't enjoy the spot light!"
" I did... at first. Then I started to remember my dream of becoming a witch that works at the Ministry of Magic. I started to feel empty... Where did the old Hermione go?"
" You are still the same old you, Hermione, always." Ron grinned. " Beautiful, smart... "
Hermione turned from Ron to Harry's tombstone. She always wondered, that how Harry thinks of her.
Beautiful and smart? Just like what Ron said?
Something better than that?
Or something less?
" Hermione... Hermione!" She heard Ron's voice calling her.
" Yeah?"
" You dozed off."
" Did I? Sorry, I was thinking about something..." She looked up to the sky, " It's almost noon, and I have the shooting at one, we better be going now."
" Okay then."
With one last look at Harry's grave, they left.
But Hermione and Ron has no idea that they are being watched...
By Harry Potter himself.
After Harry is sure that Hermione and Ron is away, he came out of the bush he's hiding.
He stared at his own grave, thinking of what Hermione and Ron said about themselves.
5 years certainly changed them a lot... Including me. Harry thought bitterly.
He didn't realize someone is standing behind him.
" Mr. Potter?" The person says with a note of warmth.
The voice shocked Harry, for he recognized it. It belongs to someone... Someone who's suppose to believe that he's dead.
" It can't be..." He whispers as he turns around.
"Dumbledore?"
Albus Dumbledore is standing there, his long silver bear shining in the sunlight.
" Catching you off guard, again, didn't I, Mr. Potter?"
"But... How... You..." Harry couldn't make out words.
" I mean you no harm, Harry, this meeting would be completely secret to anyone. Now, Harry.... You must return to your friends."
" What??" Harry exclaimed. " I can't... I can'..."
But Dumbledore vanished.
" Professor Dumbledore?" He called.
But there's no answer.
Go back to my friends? Go back to Ron and... Hermione?
" No! She already lose me once, I don't want to let her feel the pain of losing me again!" He shouted to the sky, hoping someone would argue with him.
But the sky is silent.
As usual.
He walked away from the cemetery, determined to forget what Dumbledore said.
It's better this way, he thought. I knew it's better this way.
But somehow, he isn't convinced.
~~
Harry Potter is standing beside Hermione Granger, they said something to each other, the other Hermione, or perhaps the Hermione that exists in the real world, couldn't hear what they are saying.
Harry kissed the Hermione beside him deeply, as he walked, slowly into the darkness in front of him. Alone.
" No, Harry!" Hermione Granger shouted, and woke up, as she sat up like she has just been electrified.
It's only a dream, calm down. Her inner voice told her.
I am fine, now shut up! She snapped to herself.
" Lumos." She said quietly, as the lamp lit up dimly beside her. Hermione had learned to be so powerful, that she could perform simple spells without her wand. She touched the locket that Harry dropped that's now hanging on her chest, then held it tightly.
What does the dream mean? Hermione thought fearfully.
Am I going to lose Harry twice?
Am I ??? She thought frantically.
She closed her eyes, then open them as she set her eyes on the locket. She looked at it for the longest time, and a tear dropped to the small platform.
The locket slowly started glowing in the darkness, but Hermione didn't notice.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they all belong to J.K Rowling.
The next day, Ron and Hermione went to the cemetery where they bury Harry, they never found the body, but to just out a few belongings of Harry inside the coffin, then buried it under Harry's name.
Harry's coffin was buried in a muggle cemetery.
Hermione insisted on that.
They reached the tombstone, it read Harry J Potter, and the carving on the stone wrote only Harry's birth date. People never did put the death date in, as to praise him as the hero who still lives on in everyone's heart.
They stood there, silently looking at it. Thousands of emotions rush over them, as they remembered the happy days in Hogwarts, and the dark days ever after the graduation.
" Ron... Do you remember why you left the wizard world?" Hermione asked finally.
" The reason...?"
" Yeah."
"After my dad got murdered by Voldemort...I was stunned, never would I know losing a family member is so hard... Then I found myself wanting to be something more than just a wizard... Then I came to the Muggle world, and found something better. I found ... Most of all I found freedom. No one tell me when to go, or when to stop... Why did you leave?" He asked Hermione, he didn't want to tell her that he came to the Muggle world to protect her from harm.
He didn't want to burden her with a feeling she doesn't have for him.
Hermione smiled, but it was a tearful smile. " I came here to... forget."
" Forget Harry?" Ron asked.
" Forget everything, I guess. Pretend it's just a dream, that I was never a witch. But I never did, probably never will."
" Yeah, me too." Ron confessed. " Partly."
" I... stop believing. I always thought I could be anything, if I have faith in myself. But look at me now," She took a big breath, " Nothing."
" Oh Hermione, you are not nothing. You are just..." Ron paused, " Lost."
" Come on, Ron, comparing to Hermione Granger in Hogwarts, who always gets top grades and high test scores, I am trash. I am just a part time model at the magazines."
" Don't tell me that you don't enjoy the spot light!"
" I did... at first. Then I started to remember my dream of becoming a witch that works at the Ministry of Magic. I started to feel empty... Where did the old Hermione go?"
" You are still the same old you, Hermione, always." Ron grinned. " Beautiful, smart... "
Hermione turned from Ron to Harry's tombstone. She always wondered, that how Harry thinks of her.
Beautiful and smart? Just like what Ron said?
Something better than that?
Or something less?
" Hermione... Hermione!" She heard Ron's voice calling her.
" Yeah?"
" You dozed off."
" Did I? Sorry, I was thinking about something..." She looked up to the sky, " It's almost noon, and I have the shooting at one, we better be going now."
" Okay then."
With one last look at Harry's grave, they left.
But Hermione and Ron has no idea that they are being watched...
By Harry Potter himself.
After Harry is sure that Hermione and Ron is away, he came out of the bush he's hiding.
He stared at his own grave, thinking of what Hermione and Ron said about themselves.
5 years certainly changed them a lot... Including me. Harry thought bitterly.
He didn't realize someone is standing behind him.
" Mr. Potter?" The person says with a note of warmth.
The voice shocked Harry, for he recognized it. It belongs to someone... Someone who's suppose to believe that he's dead.
" It can't be..." He whispers as he turns around.
"Dumbledore?"
Albus Dumbledore is standing there, his long silver bear shining in the sunlight.
" Catching you off guard, again, didn't I, Mr. Potter?"
"But... How... You..." Harry couldn't make out words.
" I mean you no harm, Harry, this meeting would be completely secret to anyone. Now, Harry.... You must return to your friends."
" What??" Harry exclaimed. " I can't... I can'..."
But Dumbledore vanished.
" Professor Dumbledore?" He called.
But there's no answer.
Go back to my friends? Go back to Ron and... Hermione?
" No! She already lose me once, I don't want to let her feel the pain of losing me again!" He shouted to the sky, hoping someone would argue with him.
But the sky is silent.
As usual.
He walked away from the cemetery, determined to forget what Dumbledore said.
It's better this way, he thought. I knew it's better this way.
But somehow, he isn't convinced.
~~
Harry Potter is standing beside Hermione Granger, they said something to each other, the other Hermione, or perhaps the Hermione that exists in the real world, couldn't hear what they are saying.
Harry kissed the Hermione beside him deeply, as he walked, slowly into the darkness in front of him. Alone.
" No, Harry!" Hermione Granger shouted, and woke up, as she sat up like she has just been electrified.
It's only a dream, calm down. Her inner voice told her.
I am fine, now shut up! She snapped to herself.
" Lumos." She said quietly, as the lamp lit up dimly beside her. Hermione had learned to be so powerful, that she could perform simple spells without her wand. She touched the locket that Harry dropped that's now hanging on her chest, then held it tightly.
What does the dream mean? Hermione thought fearfully.
Am I going to lose Harry twice?
Am I ??? She thought frantically.
She closed her eyes, then open them as she set her eyes on the locket. She looked at it for the longest time, and a tear dropped to the small platform.
The locket slowly started glowing in the darkness, but Hermione didn't notice.