Title: Journal Entry – Scene Five
Author: Elise
Author's Notes: Once again, JKR left her toys in the sandbox and I am playing with them. All previous notes apply. Suggestions greatly encouraged! I know it is short – but I need feedback to choose where to take this storyline.
August 5, 2016
I knew that he would run. Classic Harry Potter maneuver. He gets scared about getting too close or some other such nonsense – and then he drops of the face of the earth without a word to anyone. Logically, I know what his reasoning was for everything. But I don't feel logical now. Seems that I have a very low tolerance for idiotic misguided chivalry. The last time that I checked, I wasn't made out of glass, not about to fall in messy little pieces all over the floor. I've seen everything that he has gone through and guess what? I am still here. Haven't gone running through the black night screaming from it.
What the hell does he want from me? From everyone for that matter, to finally believe that someone isn't going to abandon him? Do we all need to got stand at the top of Hogwarts Astronomy tower and shriek it to the heavens? I am just so tired from dealing with all of this. Doesn't he realize what this does to everyone, not just Ron and me, when he does this? At least before, Sirius was around. He could always seem to find Harry. Now it has been five days without a word to anyone, just that one pathetic note.
After everything that happened that night, to just slip away in the morning with only a cold five word note…inexcusable.
At this point, why bother anymore? Why do I persist in pining away for someone who I can't have? Or maybe I just imagined everything; it was just an aberration. He was just feeling alone and was hurting - I was just a warm body to latch on to. This just feels so demeaning.
What the hell am I supposed to do now? I want to be angry with him. Tell him off for running off. For scaring me, scaring Ron, Remus, and everyone else who loves him. For once again not believing that we all mean what we say. Especially not believing me. To tell the great Harry Potter –" the Martyr of the Wizarding World" routine is getting tedious.
To be perfectly honest, I don't want to see him. I don't want to talk to him. I am tired of hitting myself in the head with a hammer.
I don't want to feel this heartache anymore. I can't take it. I am done.
Hermione shut her journal with a decisive thump of the cover. Flinging the closed volume into the desk drawer, her eyes fell on a small, crisply folded piece of parchment. Still visible were the shadows of Harry's spiky handwriting on the interior of the note. Quickly she snatched up the note, crumpling it in her hands.
"Pull yourself together, Granger", Hermione thought as she forced her breathing to become deep and steady. Soon she felt a soothing numbness took over her body as she walked slowly and carefully to the fireplace. Standing before the flames, she carefully and deliberately held the crumbled parchment over the fire. Inhaling deeply, she dropped the note.
Calmly, Hermione sat down on the armchair – and watched the note twist and curl slowly within the flames.
Additional author's notes: I shall make brownies for whoever can guess what were the five words on Harry's note!