Harry and Ron stood at the front of the crowd, next to Hermione's family. Their solemn black robes billowed in the wind, soaked form the icy spring rain. Harry gripped Hermi's locket like a lifeline, not daring to loosen his grip. The rest of the school stood behind, silent, huddled together for warmth.
Dumbledore stood in front of them, under the trio's favorite tree. He began to speak, but Ron and Harry blocked it out. They stared ahead, across grey skies. Painfully aware of each other, nothing else. Together, remembering their friend.
Harry was brought back down to earth by Mrs. Granger's unsteady voice.
"What does it mean Harry? The Gaelic?"
Harry was puzzled for a moment, then he remembered. The monument under their tree. It read
In Memery of Hermione Granger
Daughter of the Druids
Codail i siochain i Tir nan og
inion bos an Druids
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
Lest we forget..............
"It means..." he faltered. "It means sleep in peace in Tir nan og, daughter of the Druids." His voice shook, but she understood, and turned back to her husband.
"Remember Hermione Granger." came Dumbledore's voice. "She touched all of you in some way, and took a little of all of us with her. may she Rest in Peace. Codail i siochain inion bos an Druids."
The crowd dispersed, leaving Harry under the tree alone. He finally cracked. He cried. Because she was gone.
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"No!" screamed Hermione. "Stop it Lily! I can't watch-"
"I know child" she whispered, gathering her into her arms. "Neither can I."
"But you have to, HG. Yoou have to." came the tiny whisper.
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"Minerva, I could have stopped this!" the headmaster banged his wrist on the desk. "I could have prevented this."
"Albus" said Minerva sadly, "What could you have done?"
"She's dead, Minerva! Hermione Granger is dead! One more death! One more person murdered. How many times will there be one more death? One? Twice? Twenty times?"
She shook her head. "I don't know Albus. But he's out there. We don't know where, but he's out there. But it's not your fault."
"Of course it is. I'm one of the most powerful wizards in the world, and I can't find him."
"You used to be the most powerful wizard." she said.
"But that was before Harry."
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Harry sat by the tree, tears long dried up.
"Harry?" came a quiet voice from behind him.
It was Hermione's mother.
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Granger." he said, forcing a smile.
"I, uh, just" she paused. "I want to say thank you Harry. Hermione- you and Ron made her very happy."
He smiled. "She uh, made us happy too. She saved my life more than once, Mrs. Granger. You should be proud."
"Hermione was well, did she ever tell you about Desiree?"
He nodded.
"It was horrible. She found it very hard to be around her friends after that. I'm surprised she even told you about it. She spent way too much time alone. I was afraid it would the same at Hogwarts. Until... you guys. She came back for summer break, and she was changed. She went back to her old friends. Spent less time alone. You saved her more than you think. And for that I'm grateful. I will always be grateful." She wiped a tear away. "She talked about you and Ron all the time, you know. We've heard all about you. She fell in love with you, Harry Potter. And you're worthy of her, you really are."
"Thank you." he said, for lack of better words.
"No, thank you."
Okay, so that was a little sad, still dwelling on the depressing factor. But I promise, i will get back into the story, next part. I think his talk with Her mother got him to accept the fact that she was gone. Not that he could change that, but that she was gone.
Pleeeez review, of e-mail me. I would really appreciate an e-mail, I'll e-mail you the next part if you e-mail me your feedback, questions, ideas or predictions. Promise!
Pleeeezz!
~Danie
Dumbledore stood in front of them, under the trio's favorite tree. He began to speak, but Ron and Harry blocked it out. They stared ahead, across grey skies. Painfully aware of each other, nothing else. Together, remembering their friend.
Harry was brought back down to earth by Mrs. Granger's unsteady voice.
"What does it mean Harry? The Gaelic?"
Harry was puzzled for a moment, then he remembered. The monument under their tree. It read
In Memery of Hermione Granger
Daughter of the Druids
Codail i siochain i Tir nan og
inion bos an Druids
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
Lest we forget..............
"It means..." he faltered. "It means sleep in peace in Tir nan og, daughter of the Druids." His voice shook, but she understood, and turned back to her husband.
"Remember Hermione Granger." came Dumbledore's voice. "She touched all of you in some way, and took a little of all of us with her. may she Rest in Peace. Codail i siochain inion bos an Druids."
The crowd dispersed, leaving Harry under the tree alone. He finally cracked. He cried. Because she was gone.
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"No!" screamed Hermione. "Stop it Lily! I can't watch-"
"I know child" she whispered, gathering her into her arms. "Neither can I."
"But you have to, HG. Yoou have to." came the tiny whisper.
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"Minerva, I could have stopped this!" the headmaster banged his wrist on the desk. "I could have prevented this."
"Albus" said Minerva sadly, "What could you have done?"
"She's dead, Minerva! Hermione Granger is dead! One more death! One more person murdered. How many times will there be one more death? One? Twice? Twenty times?"
She shook her head. "I don't know Albus. But he's out there. We don't know where, but he's out there. But it's not your fault."
"Of course it is. I'm one of the most powerful wizards in the world, and I can't find him."
"You used to be the most powerful wizard." she said.
"But that was before Harry."
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Harry sat by the tree, tears long dried up.
"Harry?" came a quiet voice from behind him.
It was Hermione's mother.
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Granger." he said, forcing a smile.
"I, uh, just" she paused. "I want to say thank you Harry. Hermione- you and Ron made her very happy."
He smiled. "She uh, made us happy too. She saved my life more than once, Mrs. Granger. You should be proud."
"Hermione was well, did she ever tell you about Desiree?"
He nodded.
"It was horrible. She found it very hard to be around her friends after that. I'm surprised she even told you about it. She spent way too much time alone. I was afraid it would the same at Hogwarts. Until... you guys. She came back for summer break, and she was changed. She went back to her old friends. Spent less time alone. You saved her more than you think. And for that I'm grateful. I will always be grateful." She wiped a tear away. "She talked about you and Ron all the time, you know. We've heard all about you. She fell in love with you, Harry Potter. And you're worthy of her, you really are."
"Thank you." he said, for lack of better words.
"No, thank you."
Okay, so that was a little sad, still dwelling on the depressing factor. But I promise, i will get back into the story, next part. I think his talk with Her mother got him to accept the fact that she was gone. Not that he could change that, but that she was gone.
Pleeeez review, of e-mail me. I would really appreciate an e-mail, I'll e-mail you the next part if you e-mail me your feedback, questions, ideas or predictions. Promise!
Pleeeezz!
~Danie
