Hi! This is my first Harry Potter fic, so be nice!
I'm not sure if I should continue this, suggestions will be appreciated!
Don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this disclaimer, would I?
This is from Hemione's point of view.
I still think about you, you know. I shouldn't really.
'Move on' everyone tells me. 'He's not coming back.'
I'm not stupid. I do know you're not going to apparate next to me, making me jump. That you're not going to wrap your arms around me and kiss me, then go and talk to your son.
I remember the day Josh was born. You were so proud. The same jet black hair and emerald eyes, with my facial features. And when you looked at me, love shining though joyous tears, I thought nothing could go wrong, that our family would never break.
I still wish I hadn't been so wrong.
Of course the wizarding world looks upon you as their saviour, the defeater of the Dark Lord. The Hero.
What about Josh? What about me?
I can still remember the day you defeated him. Everyone celebrated. I didn't. I was next to you, in that muddy field, as your emerald eyes went a dull lifeless colour.
I was there as you whispered 'I'll always love you and Josh, Hermione.'
I watched as you took your last breath, as your eyes closed forever, and your face became peaceful at last, free of pain and suffering.
I'll never forget your eyes. I was so scared looking into them that day. They were always so full of emotion, but now they were lifeless.
Josh asks where you are, why you don't come to Christmas, or his birthday. He's so young and innocent. You should be here, enjoying his childhood with me.
But sometimes, children are wiser than the adults.
Yesterday, Josh came up to me and said 'don't worry Mama. Even if Daddy isn't here, he'll always be in our hearts.' I broke down into tears and hugged him, but of course, he is right.
Because you are out there somewhere. I can feel you, watching us, loving us. I'll never forget you. How could I?
But I'm comforted. I promise, I will see you again. Not just yet, but eventually. For now, I'll be content with you watching over us and protecting us.
Harry, wherever you are....I love you.
So what did you think of that? Please, I need suggestions on whether to turn this into a story, or leave it as it is. Constructive flames will be accepted. Please please please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this disclaimer, would I?
This is from Hemione's point of view.
I still think about you, you know. I shouldn't really.
'Move on' everyone tells me. 'He's not coming back.'
I'm not stupid. I do know you're not going to apparate next to me, making me jump. That you're not going to wrap your arms around me and kiss me, then go and talk to your son.
I remember the day Josh was born. You were so proud. The same jet black hair and emerald eyes, with my facial features. And when you looked at me, love shining though joyous tears, I thought nothing could go wrong, that our family would never break.
I still wish I hadn't been so wrong.
Of course the wizarding world looks upon you as their saviour, the defeater of the Dark Lord. The Hero.
What about Josh? What about me?
I can still remember the day you defeated him. Everyone celebrated. I didn't. I was next to you, in that muddy field, as your emerald eyes went a dull lifeless colour.
I was there as you whispered 'I'll always love you and Josh, Hermione.'
I watched as you took your last breath, as your eyes closed forever, and your face became peaceful at last, free of pain and suffering.
I'll never forget your eyes. I was so scared looking into them that day. They were always so full of emotion, but now they were lifeless.
Josh asks where you are, why you don't come to Christmas, or his birthday. He's so young and innocent. You should be here, enjoying his childhood with me.
But sometimes, children are wiser than the adults.
Yesterday, Josh came up to me and said 'don't worry Mama. Even if Daddy isn't here, he'll always be in our hearts.' I broke down into tears and hugged him, but of course, he is right.
Because you are out there somewhere. I can feel you, watching us, loving us. I'll never forget you. How could I?
But I'm comforted. I promise, I will see you again. Not just yet, but eventually. For now, I'll be content with you watching over us and protecting us.
Harry, wherever you are....I love you.
So what did you think of that? Please, I need suggestions on whether to turn this into a story, or leave it as it is. Constructive flames will be accepted. Please please please review!