Okay, so this is the second and final part of Against All Odds, subtitled Adam's Song. Guessing by the title, you probably know what I'm going to do. Don't worry, it will be just as depressing, if not more than the last part.
Hermione, as if in routine, tidied her house. Them she realized, did it really matter? She sat at her desk and pulled out some parchment, an quill. Then she prepare to write the worst letters she had ever written.
*I never thought I'd die alone*
*I laughed the loudest who'd have known*
*I traced the cord back to the wall*
*Now wonder it was never plugged in at all*
She slowly dipped the quill in the inkpot, and brought it to the paper, slowly scratching out the first letter, to Ron. She tried unsucessfully to preven the page from becoming tear stained. Slowly the words appeared on the page. The last things she would say to her friend.
*I took my time*
*I hurried up*
*The choice ws mine*
*I didn't think enough*
Finally, she began the next letter. This one was easier to write, under the circumstances. She wrote to her mentor, former headmaster. She wrote to Proffesor Dumbledore. This letter was much shorter than the rest. But held just as much meaning.
*I'm too depressed to go on*
*You'll be sorry when I'm gone*
She remembered a time so long ago. When Harry and her had first gone out, when they were back in school. Everyone was happy, Ron was with Lavender. Not much different now, she thought. Except Harry's gone, I'm alone, and Ron and Lavender have a family. Hah. Little difference. She remembered the day she turned sixteen. The party, going out with her friends and family. God, it seemed more than five years ago. How did thinks go from good to bad to worst so quickly?
*I never conquered, rarely came*
*sixteen just held such better days*
*Days when I still felt alive*
*We couldn't wait to get outside*
They really couldn't wait to get out in the world. It could make or break you. It destroyed her. And Harry. They thought they'd last forever, nothing could break them. Boy, they were wrong. They say learn from your mistakes. They forgot suffer because of your misatakes. They made so many long ago. The worst was naivety. And trust. Those two things were their downfall. That and one too many mistakes they couldn't fix.
*The world was wide*
*Too late to try*
*The tour was over*
*I'd survived*
She spent all her time sulking, now. They're was nothing to do most of the time, and if there was, it was done without enjoyment, or general intrest. Basically she curled up in a shell and wouldn't come out.
*I couldn't wait to get home*
*To pass the time in my room alone*
What had she done that was worth it? Top of the class, know-it-all, sure. Head girl, sure. Killed Voldemort, the only thing worthwhile she had done for months. Maybe even years. She was famous, just like Harry. But what was the point. Sure, later generation will look in books and see her face, and ask, 'Who's that?' An the answer they'd get? 'Oh. Hermione Granger. Killed the Dark Lord. Witnessed the death of Harry Potter. Poor girl killed herself a year later. Missed Harry. They went way back. Went to school together.' Big deal. Now she knew how Harry felt. She'd rather be totally forgotten.
*I never thought I'd die alone*
*Another six month I'll be unknown*
She started the write the final letter. To her mother.
*Give all my things to my friends*
*You'll never set foot in my room*
*again*
*You'll close it off, board it up*
*Remember the time I spilled the cup*
*Of Apple juice in the hall*
*Please tell mom this not her fault*
She folded all the letters neatly and once again went throught the house, making sure things were in order. She then pulled out her couldron, and brewed a potion. As it simmered she sat on the couch, crying. Why did it turn out like this? What did she do to deserve this?
She ladeled the silver potion into a cup and took a deep breath.
"Harry, I'm coming." She downed the potion.
*I never conquered, rarely came*
*But tomorrow holds such better days*
*Days when I can still feel alive*
*When I can't wait to get outside*
*The world is wide, the time goes by*
*The tour is over, I've survived*
*I can't wait 'til I go home*
*To pass the time in my room alone*
*****************
Ron glanced at the framed picture on the wall. Harry and Hermione, at the beach. Just looking at the picture pained him. One already gone, the other slowly drowning. He decided to go see her.
"Kali! Gwen! Do you guys want to go visit Auntie Hermione?"
"Yeah!" the three year old twins yelled.
"Lav! I'm just taking the girls to see Hermione!"
"Okay Ron, give her my love!"
"Bye Mommy!"
"Bye!"
Ron took his girls out to the car and buckled them in. As he was driving, Kali asked,
"Dadddy, why does Auntie Hermione live alone? Doesn't she get lonely?"
Ron thought for a moment, of how he would answer. She was right. Hermione was lonely, and depressed. With Harry gone for sure... it was worst.
"Yes" he said, ruffling her curly red hair. "She does get lonely."
"Doesn't she have someone?" piped up Gwen. "Like you have mommy?"
"She did" he answered sadly. "You wouldn't remember. Your Uncle Harry..."
"You mean Harry Potter? Your friend?"
"Yeah. We're here. Let's get out."
They walked to the door together, and Ron rang the doorbell. They waited several minutes, but no one answered.
"That's wierd. She doesn't go out much anymore." He tried the doornob, and it was open. They went in.
"Hermi?" the house was eerily quiet. Ron told the girls to stay at the door and ascended the stairs. He entered the living room.
"Oh God, Hermione!" He knelt down beside her motionless body. She had a serene look to her, almost like she was happy. He gripped her wrist, but there was no pulse. She was gone. Just like Harry.
"Gwen! Kali!" he called in a shaky voice. "Will you please bring me the phone from the kitchen?"
The little girls entered the room, carrying the phone.
"What's wrong with with Auntie Hermione?" asked Gwen. "Why's she on the floor?"
"Is she sick?" asked Kali.
"Yeah" said Ron. "She, uh, drank a bad potion."
He took the phone and dialed home.
"Hello?" came Lavender's voice on the other end.
"Uh, Lav. Hermione, she-"
"What happened, Ron?"
"Hermione took a potion. Comitted suicide. She's gone, Lavender. She's gone."
"Oh god, Ron, I'm sorry."
"Can you just, make arrangements, for someone to pick her up. I'll phone her mother. I'm bring the girls home in a few minutes."
"Yes, I will. Bye."
"Bye."
Ron picked up Hermione's limp body and placed it gently on the couch.
"Look daddy" said Gwen. "She's holding letters in her hand!"
Ron tok the letters from her hand. One to Dumbledore, one to her mother, and the last to him. He gently opened the envelope and pulled out a tear-stained page of parchment.
Dear Ron,
I'm sorry. I just couldn't keep doing this. Ron, I miss him, and why, what else do I have to do? Nothing else for me to do. You're the only one left, of the fabulous trio. You were my dearest friend, Ron, and I love you for it. Say goodbye to Lavender, and everyone else for me. Goodluck with the girls, they'll become a handful later. They can have all my jewelry, I won't need it. Most of all Ron, take care of yourself. Don't forget. Don't foreget anything. Nort the time you and Harry knocked out the troll, or the time we got caught in Hogmede without permission. All the times we snuck around, never forget. And you won't forget me.
Love, Hermione
Ron folded the letter and took his daughters out to the car. He went home, into Lavender's waiting arms.
Okay, so the end was, well, mushy.
Review my sad pathtic depressing fic please!
~Danie
Hermione, as if in routine, tidied her house. Them she realized, did it really matter? She sat at her desk and pulled out some parchment, an quill. Then she prepare to write the worst letters she had ever written.
*I never thought I'd die alone*
*I laughed the loudest who'd have known*
*I traced the cord back to the wall*
*Now wonder it was never plugged in at all*
She slowly dipped the quill in the inkpot, and brought it to the paper, slowly scratching out the first letter, to Ron. She tried unsucessfully to preven the page from becoming tear stained. Slowly the words appeared on the page. The last things she would say to her friend.
*I took my time*
*I hurried up*
*The choice ws mine*
*I didn't think enough*
Finally, she began the next letter. This one was easier to write, under the circumstances. She wrote to her mentor, former headmaster. She wrote to Proffesor Dumbledore. This letter was much shorter than the rest. But held just as much meaning.
*I'm too depressed to go on*
*You'll be sorry when I'm gone*
She remembered a time so long ago. When Harry and her had first gone out, when they were back in school. Everyone was happy, Ron was with Lavender. Not much different now, she thought. Except Harry's gone, I'm alone, and Ron and Lavender have a family. Hah. Little difference. She remembered the day she turned sixteen. The party, going out with her friends and family. God, it seemed more than five years ago. How did thinks go from good to bad to worst so quickly?
*I never conquered, rarely came*
*sixteen just held such better days*
*Days when I still felt alive*
*We couldn't wait to get outside*
They really couldn't wait to get out in the world. It could make or break you. It destroyed her. And Harry. They thought they'd last forever, nothing could break them. Boy, they were wrong. They say learn from your mistakes. They forgot suffer because of your misatakes. They made so many long ago. The worst was naivety. And trust. Those two things were their downfall. That and one too many mistakes they couldn't fix.
*The world was wide*
*Too late to try*
*The tour was over*
*I'd survived*
She spent all her time sulking, now. They're was nothing to do most of the time, and if there was, it was done without enjoyment, or general intrest. Basically she curled up in a shell and wouldn't come out.
*I couldn't wait to get home*
*To pass the time in my room alone*
What had she done that was worth it? Top of the class, know-it-all, sure. Head girl, sure. Killed Voldemort, the only thing worthwhile she had done for months. Maybe even years. She was famous, just like Harry. But what was the point. Sure, later generation will look in books and see her face, and ask, 'Who's that?' An the answer they'd get? 'Oh. Hermione Granger. Killed the Dark Lord. Witnessed the death of Harry Potter. Poor girl killed herself a year later. Missed Harry. They went way back. Went to school together.' Big deal. Now she knew how Harry felt. She'd rather be totally forgotten.
*I never thought I'd die alone*
*Another six month I'll be unknown*
She started the write the final letter. To her mother.
*Give all my things to my friends*
*You'll never set foot in my room*
*again*
*You'll close it off, board it up*
*Remember the time I spilled the cup*
*Of Apple juice in the hall*
*Please tell mom this not her fault*
She folded all the letters neatly and once again went throught the house, making sure things were in order. She then pulled out her couldron, and brewed a potion. As it simmered she sat on the couch, crying. Why did it turn out like this? What did she do to deserve this?
She ladeled the silver potion into a cup and took a deep breath.
"Harry, I'm coming." She downed the potion.
*I never conquered, rarely came*
*But tomorrow holds such better days*
*Days when I can still feel alive*
*When I can't wait to get outside*
*The world is wide, the time goes by*
*The tour is over, I've survived*
*I can't wait 'til I go home*
*To pass the time in my room alone*
*****************
Ron glanced at the framed picture on the wall. Harry and Hermione, at the beach. Just looking at the picture pained him. One already gone, the other slowly drowning. He decided to go see her.
"Kali! Gwen! Do you guys want to go visit Auntie Hermione?"
"Yeah!" the three year old twins yelled.
"Lav! I'm just taking the girls to see Hermione!"
"Okay Ron, give her my love!"
"Bye Mommy!"
"Bye!"
Ron took his girls out to the car and buckled them in. As he was driving, Kali asked,
"Dadddy, why does Auntie Hermione live alone? Doesn't she get lonely?"
Ron thought for a moment, of how he would answer. She was right. Hermione was lonely, and depressed. With Harry gone for sure... it was worst.
"Yes" he said, ruffling her curly red hair. "She does get lonely."
"Doesn't she have someone?" piped up Gwen. "Like you have mommy?"
"She did" he answered sadly. "You wouldn't remember. Your Uncle Harry..."
"You mean Harry Potter? Your friend?"
"Yeah. We're here. Let's get out."
They walked to the door together, and Ron rang the doorbell. They waited several minutes, but no one answered.
"That's wierd. She doesn't go out much anymore." He tried the doornob, and it was open. They went in.
"Hermi?" the house was eerily quiet. Ron told the girls to stay at the door and ascended the stairs. He entered the living room.
"Oh God, Hermione!" He knelt down beside her motionless body. She had a serene look to her, almost like she was happy. He gripped her wrist, but there was no pulse. She was gone. Just like Harry.
"Gwen! Kali!" he called in a shaky voice. "Will you please bring me the phone from the kitchen?"
The little girls entered the room, carrying the phone.
"What's wrong with with Auntie Hermione?" asked Gwen. "Why's she on the floor?"
"Is she sick?" asked Kali.
"Yeah" said Ron. "She, uh, drank a bad potion."
He took the phone and dialed home.
"Hello?" came Lavender's voice on the other end.
"Uh, Lav. Hermione, she-"
"What happened, Ron?"
"Hermione took a potion. Comitted suicide. She's gone, Lavender. She's gone."
"Oh god, Ron, I'm sorry."
"Can you just, make arrangements, for someone to pick her up. I'll phone her mother. I'm bring the girls home in a few minutes."
"Yes, I will. Bye."
"Bye."
Ron picked up Hermione's limp body and placed it gently on the couch.
"Look daddy" said Gwen. "She's holding letters in her hand!"
Ron tok the letters from her hand. One to Dumbledore, one to her mother, and the last to him. He gently opened the envelope and pulled out a tear-stained page of parchment.
Dear Ron,
I'm sorry. I just couldn't keep doing this. Ron, I miss him, and why, what else do I have to do? Nothing else for me to do. You're the only one left, of the fabulous trio. You were my dearest friend, Ron, and I love you for it. Say goodbye to Lavender, and everyone else for me. Goodluck with the girls, they'll become a handful later. They can have all my jewelry, I won't need it. Most of all Ron, take care of yourself. Don't forget. Don't foreget anything. Nort the time you and Harry knocked out the troll, or the time we got caught in Hogmede without permission. All the times we snuck around, never forget. And you won't forget me.
Love, Hermione
Ron folded the letter and took his daughters out to the car. He went home, into Lavender's waiting arms.
Okay, so the end was, well, mushy.
Review my sad pathtic depressing fic please!
~Danie