Hermione Granger carefully picked her way through the cold, silent tombs,
trying to find the most hidden, yet most glorious one.
In tears she finally reached it, before she could stop herself she began to fall and she sank to her knees, the roses falling silently to her side.
Harry James Potter
Defender of the people
1987-2002
"Why?"
It had been such a hard blow, Harry had finally been killed by Voldemort, Voldemort had killed Hedwig, just to stop him sending pleas, notes anything. He'd been missing for five months, and then, finally he had just turned up on the castle front steps dead.
No one even knew how he had died or why, it had just happened, which, she supposed, made it even more worse because there was no explanation, no clues, no traces.
Wiping furiously at her tears Hermione sank back on her heels, "why couldn't we help him?" He had done nothing wrong, just tried to live as any other normal boy, they'd sworn to be there till the end yet they'd failed and Harry had died, alone, cold and helpless.
Ron had died shortly after, suicide? No one knew. He had just, like Harry turned up dead one day in his room, fresh tears still plastered on his cheeks. It had been hard on Ron, all the Weasley's for that matter, Ginny hadn't stopped crying for days, they relocated and Hermione had never seen them again. She was all alone.
School had ended sadly, no one seemed to notice or care for that matter that they had all failed their N.E.W.Ts. The Slytherins were also subdued, Maybe Harry's death had come at a great blow to them, Voldemort had actually done it. It wasn't fair.
Sirius, surprisingly came down to the castle of his own accord to bid Harry farewell, it wasn't long before The Demtors found him, grieving and lost. The kiss had come painfully slowly with the whole of Hogsmeade watching. Including Ron and Hermione.
Sirius had gone back to Azkaban, a little shell of his old self, he couldn't cry for James, Lily, Harry OR himself, he couldn't do very much at all really. No visitors, no entertainment. He may have gone mad, but they'd never have known for six months later Voldemort had come himself and destroyed Azkaban, Sirius was never found.
Hermione sighed greatly. She heard a twig snap, and, quick as a wink disappeared up the tree behind Harry's grave. A black hooded figure knelt down in front of his grave and stared at it silently. "Why do the innocent always die?"
It was Professor McGonagall, after Dumbledore had gone up against Voldemort one last time and died she had been given the job of head teacher at Hogwarts, she refused and the school was finally closed. Voldemort had won and there was nothing any of them could do about it.
Voldemort had waste no time in demolishing the world, every single muggle- born was dead, Hermione was the last of her kind, and deeply saddened by it, she couldn't give up, not when Harry had died doing what he did best, when Ron had down the only possible thing, when Dumbledore had threw everything he had into the last battle and Sirius had given his life just for one last glimpse of Harry.
She couldn't do that to them, she fight if she had too for them, it was the least she could do, they had not died in vain.
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Hermione Granger
May she rest in peace
1986-2005
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In tears she finally reached it, before she could stop herself she began to fall and she sank to her knees, the roses falling silently to her side.
Harry James Potter
Defender of the people
1987-2002
"Why?"
It had been such a hard blow, Harry had finally been killed by Voldemort, Voldemort had killed Hedwig, just to stop him sending pleas, notes anything. He'd been missing for five months, and then, finally he had just turned up on the castle front steps dead.
No one even knew how he had died or why, it had just happened, which, she supposed, made it even more worse because there was no explanation, no clues, no traces.
Wiping furiously at her tears Hermione sank back on her heels, "why couldn't we help him?" He had done nothing wrong, just tried to live as any other normal boy, they'd sworn to be there till the end yet they'd failed and Harry had died, alone, cold and helpless.
Ron had died shortly after, suicide? No one knew. He had just, like Harry turned up dead one day in his room, fresh tears still plastered on his cheeks. It had been hard on Ron, all the Weasley's for that matter, Ginny hadn't stopped crying for days, they relocated and Hermione had never seen them again. She was all alone.
School had ended sadly, no one seemed to notice or care for that matter that they had all failed their N.E.W.Ts. The Slytherins were also subdued, Maybe Harry's death had come at a great blow to them, Voldemort had actually done it. It wasn't fair.
Sirius, surprisingly came down to the castle of his own accord to bid Harry farewell, it wasn't long before The Demtors found him, grieving and lost. The kiss had come painfully slowly with the whole of Hogsmeade watching. Including Ron and Hermione.
Sirius had gone back to Azkaban, a little shell of his old self, he couldn't cry for James, Lily, Harry OR himself, he couldn't do very much at all really. No visitors, no entertainment. He may have gone mad, but they'd never have known for six months later Voldemort had come himself and destroyed Azkaban, Sirius was never found.
Hermione sighed greatly. She heard a twig snap, and, quick as a wink disappeared up the tree behind Harry's grave. A black hooded figure knelt down in front of his grave and stared at it silently. "Why do the innocent always die?"
It was Professor McGonagall, after Dumbledore had gone up against Voldemort one last time and died she had been given the job of head teacher at Hogwarts, she refused and the school was finally closed. Voldemort had won and there was nothing any of them could do about it.
Voldemort had waste no time in demolishing the world, every single muggle- born was dead, Hermione was the last of her kind, and deeply saddened by it, she couldn't give up, not when Harry had died doing what he did best, when Ron had down the only possible thing, when Dumbledore had threw everything he had into the last battle and Sirius had given his life just for one last glimpse of Harry.
She couldn't do that to them, she fight if she had too for them, it was the least she could do, they had not died in vain.
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Hermione Granger
May she rest in peace
1986-2005
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