I Will Always Return
Part One: Here's To The Night
So denied, so I lied
Are you the now or never kind
In a day, and a day, love
I'm going to be gone for good again
Are you willing to be had
Are you cool with just tonight?
Here's a toast to all those
Who hear me all too well...
"Mione, your turn!" Harry Potter grinned at one of his best friends, Hermione Granger. Eight of the Gryffindor seventh years were having a small party in the Gryffindor common room, playing Charades. Hermione jumped to her feet, long ponytail swinging behind her. At seventeen, Hermione was actually very pretty. Her curly hair had been tamed (somewhat) and was gathered in a ponytail. Her dark eyes sparkled and her rose colored lips pulled into the perfect smile. "Okay," she stood before Harry, Ron, Lavender, Parvati, Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Hermione staggered around, bumping into things. "Drunk!" yelled Seamus. Hermione grinned and nodded. "All right, now what?" Seamus looked around at his friends. "Careers." Hermione said instantly. The boys groaned. "Okay, where are you going after school, Lavender?" Lavender smiled proudly. "A university. I'm going to study European Muggle history, then return to the Ministry of Magic in two years, working in a Muggle department." Everybody clapped and Lavender beamed. "Okay, me next!" Parvati said quickly. "I'm going to live with my grandmum in Scotland. I'm going to run a robe shop." Parvati had a gift for knitting and sewing. "What about Padma?" said Hermione curiously. "She's going to work in the International Magical Cooperation office at the Ministry." "Cool. Ron?" Ron rolled his eyes. "I'm going to work with Dad in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office." Despite his complaints about the office being boring, Hermione could tell he was proud. "Awesome. Seamus?" "I'm going to run a Quidditch supplies shop. Dean and I are starting it." They both looked excited. "Neville?" Neville looked beside himself. "Working at the Ministry. I'm going to be an office assistant." Hermione grinned. Neville was nice but very forgetful. She was sure his grandmother had to pull a few strings to get him a job in the Ministry. "Harry?" Harry grinned happily. "I'm playing Quidditch for the Wimbourne Wasps." Harry and Ron slapped hands. "Okay, Mione, what are you doing?" Ron looked curious. Hermione had been dreading this moment. She took a deep breath. "Workinfortheamericanministryomagic."
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
"What?" Ron looked puzzled, as did everybody else. Hermione slowed down this time. "I'm going to be the assistant to the American Minister of Magic, Ryan Blake." Harry's jaw dropped, Lavender and Parvati cheered, Seamus, Dean, and Neville looked shocked and Ron looked crushed. "You're leaving England?" Hermione looked down, afraid that tears would finally leave her eyes. "Er, well, yes." Ron leapt to his feet and took off to the boys' dormitories. "Ron!" The tears finally began to trickle down her face. "Ron, please! Come back!" A door slammed and Ron was gone. "I'm going to bed," she whispered. Hermione fled to the girls' dormitories, tears flooding down her cheeks.
Put your name on the line
Along with place and time
Wanna stay, not to go
I wanna to ditch the logical
Here's a toast to all those
Who hear me all too well...
Hermione awoke the next morning, her face covered in dry tears. She had spent a good part of the night, sobbing into her pillow. She climbed out of bed and pulled on her Gryffindor robes. The last time she would ever wear them. The tears came flooding back and she dashed into the bathroom to wash her face. Her eyes were red and puffy. No spell could hide that. Hermione straighted her Gryffindor tie and made sure her trunk was packed. She took a deep breath, looked around, and made her way to the common room. Loud wails and sobs met Hermione's ears as she entered the common room. Parvati and Lavender were clinging to each other for dear life. Even the boys looked sullen and sad. "Breakfast," said Harry weakly, leading the seventh years to the Great Hall.
All my time is frozen motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go
Here's a toast to all those
Who know me all too well...
All through the hall, other seventh years were crying. Hermione saw tears streaming down Hufflepuff Hannah Abbott's face. Even Pansy Parkinson, a nasty Slytherin, had tears glistening in her eyes. Hermione's thoughts wandered back to the first time she ever saw the Great Hall. It had looked just the same, the starry enchanted sky above sparkling. She pressed a hand to her cheek and discovered it was wet. She was crying again.
The day went by way too quickly. Hermione's mind was blurred but she remembered a tearful goodbye with Hagrid and Professor McGonagall telling her she was one of the greatest students she ever had, tears shining in both of their eyes. Ron hadn't spoken to Hermione since last night. "Ron..." Hermione pulled him aside. "Ron, I'm so sorry." Ron angrily shook a tear from his face. "Mione, you know I'll always care about you. No matter what." Hermione hugged him tightly, and he hugged her back. "Group hug!" bellowed Harry from behind them. Hermione and Ron laughed, embracing him as well. "C'mon you two, the End of the Year feast is starting." The three of them entered the Great Hall for the last time.
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye tomorrow's gonna come too soon
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye tomorrow's gonna come too soon...
"Another year, gone. Good luck and best wishes to the graduating seventh years." Albus Dumbledore addressed the students. Loud applause echoed through the halls for the seventh years. Hermione finally broke down. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. "Mione..." Harry and Ron put their arms around her. "Cheer up, let's eat!" Ron rubbed his hands as the feast appeared. Hermione ate a little while still crying alot. When the last bits of desert disappeared, the Gryffindors trudged back to the common room. They would be leaving first thing in the morning. Ron, Harry, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, and Parvati stayed up until one, talking about the future. They all finally fell asleep in the arm chairs.
"Wake up, Mione." Harry was poking her awake. "C'mon, breakfast." They slumped downstairs to the Great Hall. Hermione picked at her food sadly. "I'm going to miss Hogwarts so much," she mumbled. "We still have the train ride," said Ron, but his voice was full of sadness as well. "Let's go." The trio got up from the table and left Hogwarts for the Hogsmeade station.
"I'll owl you the moment I get to New York." Hermione pulled on her light traveling cloak and tried to hug Harry and Ron at the same time. They had just stepped off onto Platform 9 and 3/4. "Goodbye." Harry hugged her tightly and gave her a brotherly kiss on the cheek. "Sirius is waiting for me." They waved to Sirius as Harry hurried over to him. "Bye, Harry," Hermione murmured quietly. "Well...this is goodbye...I guess." Ron was rocking back and forth on his feet nervously. "Bye, Ron." They hugged and Ron gave her a quick peck on the lips. Hermione blushed and smiled. "Bye Ron." She quickly headed through the crowd and back into the Muggle world. Life would never be the same. And she would never love anyone like she loved Ron. If only he knew that.
Part One: Here's To The Night
So denied, so I lied
Are you the now or never kind
In a day, and a day, love
I'm going to be gone for good again
Are you willing to be had
Are you cool with just tonight?
Here's a toast to all those
Who hear me all too well...
"Mione, your turn!" Harry Potter grinned at one of his best friends, Hermione Granger. Eight of the Gryffindor seventh years were having a small party in the Gryffindor common room, playing Charades. Hermione jumped to her feet, long ponytail swinging behind her. At seventeen, Hermione was actually very pretty. Her curly hair had been tamed (somewhat) and was gathered in a ponytail. Her dark eyes sparkled and her rose colored lips pulled into the perfect smile. "Okay," she stood before Harry, Ron, Lavender, Parvati, Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Hermione staggered around, bumping into things. "Drunk!" yelled Seamus. Hermione grinned and nodded. "All right, now what?" Seamus looked around at his friends. "Careers." Hermione said instantly. The boys groaned. "Okay, where are you going after school, Lavender?" Lavender smiled proudly. "A university. I'm going to study European Muggle history, then return to the Ministry of Magic in two years, working in a Muggle department." Everybody clapped and Lavender beamed. "Okay, me next!" Parvati said quickly. "I'm going to live with my grandmum in Scotland. I'm going to run a robe shop." Parvati had a gift for knitting and sewing. "What about Padma?" said Hermione curiously. "She's going to work in the International Magical Cooperation office at the Ministry." "Cool. Ron?" Ron rolled his eyes. "I'm going to work with Dad in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office." Despite his complaints about the office being boring, Hermione could tell he was proud. "Awesome. Seamus?" "I'm going to run a Quidditch supplies shop. Dean and I are starting it." They both looked excited. "Neville?" Neville looked beside himself. "Working at the Ministry. I'm going to be an office assistant." Hermione grinned. Neville was nice but very forgetful. She was sure his grandmother had to pull a few strings to get him a job in the Ministry. "Harry?" Harry grinned happily. "I'm playing Quidditch for the Wimbourne Wasps." Harry and Ron slapped hands. "Okay, Mione, what are you doing?" Ron looked curious. Hermione had been dreading this moment. She took a deep breath. "Workinfortheamericanministryomagic."
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
"What?" Ron looked puzzled, as did everybody else. Hermione slowed down this time. "I'm going to be the assistant to the American Minister of Magic, Ryan Blake." Harry's jaw dropped, Lavender and Parvati cheered, Seamus, Dean, and Neville looked shocked and Ron looked crushed. "You're leaving England?" Hermione looked down, afraid that tears would finally leave her eyes. "Er, well, yes." Ron leapt to his feet and took off to the boys' dormitories. "Ron!" The tears finally began to trickle down her face. "Ron, please! Come back!" A door slammed and Ron was gone. "I'm going to bed," she whispered. Hermione fled to the girls' dormitories, tears flooding down her cheeks.
Put your name on the line
Along with place and time
Wanna stay, not to go
I wanna to ditch the logical
Here's a toast to all those
Who hear me all too well...
Hermione awoke the next morning, her face covered in dry tears. She had spent a good part of the night, sobbing into her pillow. She climbed out of bed and pulled on her Gryffindor robes. The last time she would ever wear them. The tears came flooding back and she dashed into the bathroom to wash her face. Her eyes were red and puffy. No spell could hide that. Hermione straighted her Gryffindor tie and made sure her trunk was packed. She took a deep breath, looked around, and made her way to the common room. Loud wails and sobs met Hermione's ears as she entered the common room. Parvati and Lavender were clinging to each other for dear life. Even the boys looked sullen and sad. "Breakfast," said Harry weakly, leading the seventh years to the Great Hall.
All my time is frozen motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go
Here's a toast to all those
Who know me all too well...
All through the hall, other seventh years were crying. Hermione saw tears streaming down Hufflepuff Hannah Abbott's face. Even Pansy Parkinson, a nasty Slytherin, had tears glistening in her eyes. Hermione's thoughts wandered back to the first time she ever saw the Great Hall. It had looked just the same, the starry enchanted sky above sparkling. She pressed a hand to her cheek and discovered it was wet. She was crying again.
The day went by way too quickly. Hermione's mind was blurred but she remembered a tearful goodbye with Hagrid and Professor McGonagall telling her she was one of the greatest students she ever had, tears shining in both of their eyes. Ron hadn't spoken to Hermione since last night. "Ron..." Hermione pulled him aside. "Ron, I'm so sorry." Ron angrily shook a tear from his face. "Mione, you know I'll always care about you. No matter what." Hermione hugged him tightly, and he hugged her back. "Group hug!" bellowed Harry from behind them. Hermione and Ron laughed, embracing him as well. "C'mon you two, the End of the Year feast is starting." The three of them entered the Great Hall for the last time.
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye tomorrow's gonna come too soon
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye tomorrow's gonna come too soon...
"Another year, gone. Good luck and best wishes to the graduating seventh years." Albus Dumbledore addressed the students. Loud applause echoed through the halls for the seventh years. Hermione finally broke down. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. "Mione..." Harry and Ron put their arms around her. "Cheer up, let's eat!" Ron rubbed his hands as the feast appeared. Hermione ate a little while still crying alot. When the last bits of desert disappeared, the Gryffindors trudged back to the common room. They would be leaving first thing in the morning. Ron, Harry, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, and Parvati stayed up until one, talking about the future. They all finally fell asleep in the arm chairs.
"Wake up, Mione." Harry was poking her awake. "C'mon, breakfast." They slumped downstairs to the Great Hall. Hermione picked at her food sadly. "I'm going to miss Hogwarts so much," she mumbled. "We still have the train ride," said Ron, but his voice was full of sadness as well. "Let's go." The trio got up from the table and left Hogwarts for the Hogsmeade station.
"I'll owl you the moment I get to New York." Hermione pulled on her light traveling cloak and tried to hug Harry and Ron at the same time. They had just stepped off onto Platform 9 and 3/4. "Goodbye." Harry hugged her tightly and gave her a brotherly kiss on the cheek. "Sirius is waiting for me." They waved to Sirius as Harry hurried over to him. "Bye, Harry," Hermione murmured quietly. "Well...this is goodbye...I guess." Ron was rocking back and forth on his feet nervously. "Bye, Ron." They hugged and Ron gave her a quick peck on the lips. Hermione blushed and smiled. "Bye Ron." She quickly headed through the crowd and back into the Muggle world. Life would never be the same. And she would never love anyone like she loved Ron. If only he knew that.