Harry's POV. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
As Ron entered the Hospital wing Harry sat next to Hermione's lifeless body and wept. What happened? Why did she do this? She was lying on her back; her dull, bloody arms slumped by her sides. Her chestnut hair covering her white pale face.
He looked at Ron who had silent tears flowing down his pale cheeks then looked at Hermione. She was gone all that was left was a body, an empty body. No more happy, determined, beautiful Hermione. He looked at her face, at her closed eyes. What was she thinking when she died? Another sob escaped from his body. The pain was worse than anything, like somebody had stabbed a dagger into his heart but they kept doing it. He wouldn't be able to talk to her ever again. He wouldn't see her laugh or smile. She was dead. Dead. Still. Lacking spirit; dull; lusterless; cheerless.
He turned his head and looked at Draco. He was alone. A fate worst than anything in the world. He looked almost peaceful, like he was asleep. His brilliant sliver blonde hair now covering his face. Madam Pomfrey had said that he was the last to go. He had watched Hermione slip away feeling the pain Harry was feeling now but was helpless. Unable to protect the one he loved. Those last few seconds of his life were probably indescribable. Draco and he were never friends. He didn't hate Draco. Annoying was the word. What was he supposed to do? Be happy? Be happy that his enemy was dead? All the angry and hate for everything was gone this moment. His heart was ripped out.
Harry racked his brain trying to think of a reason why they were gone. He knew it was suicide. But why, why did they do? To prove the love of one another? He imagined there final moments on this earth. It was beautiful to think they loved one another so much. How long was this relationship, A few days? Maybe they had loved one another forever. Harry knew that where ever they were now they were together.
He looked out the window and saw to elegant stark white doves flying by one another in front of the glowing moon and sparkling stars and smiled.
"Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."
Sorry this was so short but this is the end (I think). Good day.
As Ron entered the Hospital wing Harry sat next to Hermione's lifeless body and wept. What happened? Why did she do this? She was lying on her back; her dull, bloody arms slumped by her sides. Her chestnut hair covering her white pale face.
He looked at Ron who had silent tears flowing down his pale cheeks then looked at Hermione. She was gone all that was left was a body, an empty body. No more happy, determined, beautiful Hermione. He looked at her face, at her closed eyes. What was she thinking when she died? Another sob escaped from his body. The pain was worse than anything, like somebody had stabbed a dagger into his heart but they kept doing it. He wouldn't be able to talk to her ever again. He wouldn't see her laugh or smile. She was dead. Dead. Still. Lacking spirit; dull; lusterless; cheerless.
He turned his head and looked at Draco. He was alone. A fate worst than anything in the world. He looked almost peaceful, like he was asleep. His brilliant sliver blonde hair now covering his face. Madam Pomfrey had said that he was the last to go. He had watched Hermione slip away feeling the pain Harry was feeling now but was helpless. Unable to protect the one he loved. Those last few seconds of his life were probably indescribable. Draco and he were never friends. He didn't hate Draco. Annoying was the word. What was he supposed to do? Be happy? Be happy that his enemy was dead? All the angry and hate for everything was gone this moment. His heart was ripped out.
Harry racked his brain trying to think of a reason why they were gone. He knew it was suicide. But why, why did they do? To prove the love of one another? He imagined there final moments on this earth. It was beautiful to think they loved one another so much. How long was this relationship, A few days? Maybe they had loved one another forever. Harry knew that where ever they were now they were together.
He looked out the window and saw to elegant stark white doves flying by one another in front of the glowing moon and sparkling stars and smiled.
"Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."
Sorry this was so short but this is the end (I think). Good day.