Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine... sadly...
Hermione: What kinda part do I play?
Me: You?
Hermione: Oh...
Harry: Well? What do I play?
Me: GO 'WAY!
Summary: No, Hermione doesn't die. But the story has relevance to people dying... Someone comes up behind Hermione to tell her off about the war. But a small quarrel turns into something huge.
Rating: G-ish. It's really angsty...
Other stuff: It's a short fic of Hermione's last day of school at Hogwarts.
If you cry... no flames,
If you like, REVIEW!
Thanks.
Now for the story...
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Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table working on some homework for Potions. She pulled a strand of wavy brown hair behind her ear. She felt someone hovering behind her and realized it wasn't one of her most favorite friends. "So, you're all alone once again."
She scanned the room, trying to avoid the person. "Why are you so happy about that?" she asked.
"I'm not happy. Just rather excited that none of those loser friends of yours are around." She spun around to face Draco.
"It's my seventh year. Do you think I'm excited that my boyfriend just died last week?" she yelled making the whole hall stop to face them. She took in a deep breath.
"Oh yes Miss Granger, I heard that Potter and Weasley left. I'm so excited I could jump up and down." Draco tormented her more about their death.
"Shut up Malfoy." She said under her breath.
"Say that louder Hermione, we can't hear you!" Draco yelled.
"Listen," she said as she spun around, "Harry's dead, and I can't do ANYTHING about that. I want to say that everything should be placed in the past, but that's not even remotely possible."
Draco shook his head with a smile plastered across his face. "Have you noticed that a third of the wizarding population is dead? And most of them were muggle born, but the two that were probably most known in this school were Ronald Weasley and Harry James Potter."
"Miss Granger, you have the hall's attention. Please come up here and speak your voice." Dumbledore yelled over the hall.
She reluctantly walked up looking at the hall that had their attention on her.
"Most of the seventh years knew me. Those who knew me well had fought for my living. The two friends who fought for my life were Harry James Potter, and Ronald Weasley. They died for you, me, and the rest of the world. Lord Voldermort is dead, along with a third of the wizarding population. That third of a population was mostly muggle born students. The war of over 100 students, against one powerful wizard," she paused to look around the room. She saw tears in everyone's eyes.
"I'm sorry to say that we lost most of our students. Some of us lost best friends, girl friends, boy friends. And even in some of our cases, our sisters and brothers. In my life, I've been through a lot in my 7 years of Hogwarts. I've survived a mountain troll, been petrified, met a famous boy and an assumed murderer, and lived through a Tri Wizard tournament, and a lot of other tough things. But the worst was just recently when my best friends died. I'm sorry," Dumbledore stopped her.
"There's no need to be sorry Miss Granger. It was no one's fault." He said, and then nodded.
Hermione played with a sapphire ring around her finger that Harry and Ron bought for her, and continued her speech. "This war couldn't be prevented by anyone. It was the war of a man who wanted to kill all muggle borns. He failed, and the wizarding world will hopefully regain population in the future." She looked around the room while still playing with the sapphire ring, "Thank you."
She walked off the platform with tears falling down her face and out the doors to the outdoors. No one ever saw her after that speech on her last day of her Hogwarts schooling.
Summary: No, Hermione doesn't die. But the story has relevance to people dying... Someone comes up behind Hermione to tell her off about the war. But a small quarrel turns into something huge.
Rating: G-ish. It's really angsty...
Other stuff: It's a short fic of Hermione's last day of school at Hogwarts.
If you cry... no flames,
If you like, REVIEW!
Thanks.
Now for the story...
***
Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table working on some homework for Potions. She pulled a strand of wavy brown hair behind her ear. She felt someone hovering behind her and realized it wasn't one of her most favorite friends. "So, you're all alone once again."
She scanned the room, trying to avoid the person. "Why are you so happy about that?" she asked.
"I'm not happy. Just rather excited that none of those loser friends of yours are around." She spun around to face Draco.
"It's my seventh year. Do you think I'm excited that my boyfriend just died last week?" she yelled making the whole hall stop to face them. She took in a deep breath.
"Oh yes Miss Granger, I heard that Potter and Weasley left. I'm so excited I could jump up and down." Draco tormented her more about their death.
"Shut up Malfoy." She said under her breath.
"Say that louder Hermione, we can't hear you!" Draco yelled.
"Listen," she said as she spun around, "Harry's dead, and I can't do ANYTHING about that. I want to say that everything should be placed in the past, but that's not even remotely possible."
Draco shook his head with a smile plastered across his face. "Have you noticed that a third of the wizarding population is dead? And most of them were muggle born, but the two that were probably most known in this school were Ronald Weasley and Harry James Potter."
"Miss Granger, you have the hall's attention. Please come up here and speak your voice." Dumbledore yelled over the hall.
She reluctantly walked up looking at the hall that had their attention on her.
"Most of the seventh years knew me. Those who knew me well had fought for my living. The two friends who fought for my life were Harry James Potter, and Ronald Weasley. They died for you, me, and the rest of the world. Lord Voldermort is dead, along with a third of the wizarding population. That third of a population was mostly muggle born students. The war of over 100 students, against one powerful wizard," she paused to look around the room. She saw tears in everyone's eyes.
"I'm sorry to say that we lost most of our students. Some of us lost best friends, girl friends, boy friends. And even in some of our cases, our sisters and brothers. In my life, I've been through a lot in my 7 years of Hogwarts. I've survived a mountain troll, been petrified, met a famous boy and an assumed murderer, and lived through a Tri Wizard tournament, and a lot of other tough things. But the worst was just recently when my best friends died. I'm sorry," Dumbledore stopped her.
"There's no need to be sorry Miss Granger. It was no one's fault." He said, and then nodded.
Hermione played with a sapphire ring around her finger that Harry and Ron bought for her, and continued her speech. "This war couldn't be prevented by anyone. It was the war of a man who wanted to kill all muggle borns. He failed, and the wizarding world will hopefully regain population in the future." She looked around the room while still playing with the sapphire ring, "Thank you."
She walked off the platform with tears falling down her face and out the doors to the outdoors. No one ever saw her after that speech on her last day of her Hogwarts schooling.