I Try
By Macy Gray
A/N: This is for those who thought "Mirror, Mirror" was a tearjerker. Hopefully, this will make you bring out the tissues! And I didn't finish the song, but it's okay anyway. This is the second in the songfic trilogy. The next one is going to be up veerrryyy soon! Yay! But until then, here's #2/3! P. S: I do not own the song "I Try". Instead, it is owned by the singer Macy Gray and whoever owns her. Don't sue me please! Neither does the cologne Old Spice. Instead, it belongs to whoever owns Old Spice! Sorry! **DON'T SUE!**
Games, changes, and fears
When will they go from here?
When will they stop?
Hermione was still grieving Harry's death. It seemed like only minutes ago he was playing with her hair, or asking her for help on homework, or even saying how wonderful it was to be carefree of Voldemort. It seems like seconds ago that he held her close and she could still smell his scent, his favorite muggle cologne Old Spice, which he had gotten quite attached to. Yet, it seems like years ago that he was alive.
And I believe that fate
Has brought us here
And we should be together, babe
But we're not
She walked through life in a daze. Harry's funeral was yesterday. She didn't see the ash stricken faces, the tears sprouting up like sprinkler systems, or all the people talking about him, thinking they knew him, or who he was. She only saw his eternally sleeping body, in the satin lined casket, filled with daffodils. She sat, waiting for him to finally open his eyes and say, "Ha! The joke's on you!". But he never did.
I play it off
But I'm dreamin' of you
I keep my cool
But I'm feelin'
While the funeral leaders closed the lid of his casket, separating the living from the dead, she wanted to scream, "NO! He's alive! I know he is! In there, somewhere! Give him one more chance to wake up!" But all she could manage was a squeak in protest.
I try to say goodbye and I choke
Try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it
It's clear
My world crumbles when you are not here
Ron tried to console her, but it was no use. In those few days, people were skidding around her in the halls. Only a few people died against the battle versus Voldemort, but it ended in Hermione killing the dark lord, not Harry. The dark lord killed him instead.
Goodby and I choke
Try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it
It's clear
My world crumbles when you are not here
Hermione never paid attention in class anymore, either. She kept looking to her right, where her partner in all classes used to be. She worked on all assignments alone, in Moaning Myrtle's previous bathroom. Ever since Voldemort died, her soul was set free, to rise into Heaven. Hermione sure wished her soul could do the same.
I may appear to be free
But I'm just a prisoner
Of your love
And I may seem all right
And smile when you leave
But my smiles are just a front
Just a front
Hey!
Draco told her several times to get over it. "It wasn't your fault, it never will be, so get over him and live your life. He wouldn't want you moping around as such. He would have wanted you to live, even if he did not." Those were possibly the kindest words he's ever said, but he soon after scurried away, abashed at the thought of being seen with a Mudblood.
I play it off
But I'm dreamin' of you
I keep my cool but I'm
Feelin'
But it wasn't that easy. It wasn't like a few hocus-pocus words could set her free of her misery. The empty spot could never be filled by anyone or anything. It was a spot reserved for Harry, at a restaurant he could never eat at again.
I try to say goodbye and I choke
Try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it
It's clear
My world crumbles when you are not here.
Would her enlightenment ever be revealed from the hazy photographs of her mind? While she waited, she lived, ate, and slept knowing that someday she would meet him again.