Epilogue: Summer With Viktor Krum
It was hard whether to tell Hermione Granger had been keeping up the last weeks of summer. Harry stayed at her house, willing to keep her company. But she never smiled anymore, and refused to eat her meals unless somebody brought it up to her and insisted that she eat. Sighing, he got downstairs, his hair tousseled into something awful.
"G'morning, Harry dear." Mrs.Granger's soft voice croaked out. Harry merely nodded and collapsed on the chair and proceeded to sleep. Mr.Granger only chuckled and hid his face behind the newspaper, the bittersweet smell of coffee going through his nose.
"Can you bring this to Hermione?" Mrs.Granger asked, putting a bowl of soup in front of Harry. "It's morning, I know. But she has an awful cold and I think she needs something." she said, trying to convince herself everything was okay.
Harry nodded, picking up the soup carefully.
***
There was a blinding flash.
Black.
Pure nothing.
***
"Hermione?" he called. No answer. Knocking on the door, he used one fist to push open the door.
There was a blinding flash of green light.
"Hermione!" the bowl poured onto the carpet, and Harry ran to the frail figure that lay on the floor.
Blood poured throughout her head, and a wand was stuck in her hand.
If I could just see you...tonight.
***
Crappy ending for ff.net, I know. But I posted this story on hp.com when I was an immature writer, and never saved the ending although I remembered the last sentence, so please don't flame.
It was hard whether to tell Hermione Granger had been keeping up the last weeks of summer. Harry stayed at her house, willing to keep her company. But she never smiled anymore, and refused to eat her meals unless somebody brought it up to her and insisted that she eat. Sighing, he got downstairs, his hair tousseled into something awful.
"G'morning, Harry dear." Mrs.Granger's soft voice croaked out. Harry merely nodded and collapsed on the chair and proceeded to sleep. Mr.Granger only chuckled and hid his face behind the newspaper, the bittersweet smell of coffee going through his nose.
"Can you bring this to Hermione?" Mrs.Granger asked, putting a bowl of soup in front of Harry. "It's morning, I know. But she has an awful cold and I think she needs something." she said, trying to convince herself everything was okay.
Harry nodded, picking up the soup carefully.
***
There was a blinding flash.
Black.
Pure nothing.
***
"Hermione?" he called. No answer. Knocking on the door, he used one fist to push open the door.
There was a blinding flash of green light.
"Hermione!" the bowl poured onto the carpet, and Harry ran to the frail figure that lay on the floor.
Blood poured throughout her head, and a wand was stuck in her hand.
If I could just see you...tonight.
***
Crappy ending for ff.net, I know. But I posted this story on hp.com when I was an immature writer, and never saved the ending although I remembered the last sentence, so please don't flame.