It was Harry's final year at Hogwarts, he, now a strong, tall, handsome seventeen year old, stood at the steps contemplating life beyond the castle he had come to call home. Memories of past years flooding through his mind, the friendships he had gained, the battles he had won and the haunting history that would stay with him for life.
In his hands he held a small wooden box with the letter 'H' moulded on the top. His fingers traced the corners as he remembered Hermione, his beautiful, beautiful Hermione. They had dated for roughly two weeks before Hermione had mysterioulsy called it off. But they stayed friends afterwardsa and had the best friendship they possibly could.
But Hermione was gone now. It filled his gut and heart with anger to be reminded of the battle that had happened only a year ago.
His brain against his will, flashed back to the time when he watched, helpless as a new strength he had found and developed only that month which made Hermione's death even more disturbing, to know that Harry could have stopped it, plagued his mind and soul.
Images of Hermione being held above his head by an unseen force, his anguish and terror as he watched her choke and splutter as she struggled to breathe. Seeing her frantic movements as the spell swallowed her, watching while her ashes washed over him in what seemed like one last taunting effect from the evil wizard that stood before him.
In a rage Harry had flung himself against the dark lord surprising the both of them. What Voldemort hadn't realised, was that combining Harry's power from his mothers love and the power his love for Hermione produced was enough to destroy him. For but one sacrafice, many more would be saved.
Hermione's parents had given Harry her memories box which held all that was precious and dear to her. Harry had held it close for nearly three weeks and now felt he was ready to open it.
He walked quickly, with one purpose, to seal himself in his bedroom where he could pore over the contents of her memories carefully and privately.
When he reached his room, he drew his curtains around his bed and placed the box on the covers.
He opened it to find that true to her attention and organisation her box was seperated into sections involving letters, poems, photos ecetera. Harry might have laughed if it had been different circumstances for obtaining the box.
He decided to start from the top and pulled out a bundle labelled "Poetry" in Hermione's neat handwriting.
The first piece of parchment was small and the words were few, Harry pulled it out carefully and read the verses to himself.
"A secret kiss, a stolen word
The touch of thy felsh on mine
Thou eyes a deep sea of blue,
Turbulence echoing in thine expression
Careful movements that thy takes
Do not let thou fellow man see
The love that fills your heart for the forbidden one
Who's heart belongs only to thee
Thy love will never waver
For my heart doth not die
For thought of thee..."
Harry furrowed his brow, it was very uncharacteristic of the Hermione he had known, to write Shakespearean poetry.
He shuffled the pages, glancing at different phrases that captured his eye.
An even smaller piece fell into his lap. He picked it up..
"Thou art so far from thines eye
My unspoken dreams,
crash against your distant shore
Lost in turbulent seas of turmoil,
Lust and jealousy
Thy passion, greater than thy soul
Keeps hold over heart and mind
Bolting down the smallest sign of resistance."
Harry was confused. The first poem had been, what he gathered, a love poem. Describing someone other than he, when he thought that he was the only one she had seen for the time she was at Hogwarts aside from in 4th year when the famous Viktor Krum had been smitten with her. She had never pursued him though, and if she had, he did not have blue eyes, like the stanger in her poetry did.
Harry did not have time to ponder it further for at that moment his bed chamber curtains were ripped apart and a flushed, red face with hair to match appeared.
"Harry! you will NEVER guess what just happened in the great hall!"
"What? What happened?"
"Hermione - "
"Huh?"
"Hermione just APPEARED!!!"
"What do you mean? she's dead!"
"Yes Harry, she's dead, she APPEARED!!!, like a ghost, she came from behind a statue of Fred the Frazzled and walked up the space between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables. Then she stopped in front of Malfoy, pointed at him, burst into tears and disappeared!"
"Merlins beard!!! are you serious?, but...why Malfoy?"
"Dunno, the slimy git!"
"Malfoy...pg course!...your eyes a deep sea of blue...Malfoy...oh nooo...she had a crush on..."
"Harry what ARE you babbling about?!"
Harry blinked, looked at Ron and quickly pushed the bundle of poems back into the box.
"Huh? Oh nothing...do you think she will appear again? To see us I mean?"
"I doubt it" Ron said pitifully, "she was pretty weak, you know, like an umm...what are those muggle things called?...Projection! she was really faint but she seemed to have fullfilled her purpose. You should of seen Malfoy's face!!! He was sooooo scared. Trust Hermione to find a way to get him back for all the hopeless nonsense he tried on her."
"Eh?!"
"You know....calling her names and the like."
"A-ah, ok, lets go down to the Great hall, I wanna see how Malfoy's fairing, I could use a good laugh, I havent had one for a while now..." he trailed off as he thought about Hermione's death for the thousandth time that week...
In his hands he held a small wooden box with the letter 'H' moulded on the top. His fingers traced the corners as he remembered Hermione, his beautiful, beautiful Hermione. They had dated for roughly two weeks before Hermione had mysterioulsy called it off. But they stayed friends afterwardsa and had the best friendship they possibly could.
But Hermione was gone now. It filled his gut and heart with anger to be reminded of the battle that had happened only a year ago.
His brain against his will, flashed back to the time when he watched, helpless as a new strength he had found and developed only that month which made Hermione's death even more disturbing, to know that Harry could have stopped it, plagued his mind and soul.
Images of Hermione being held above his head by an unseen force, his anguish and terror as he watched her choke and splutter as she struggled to breathe. Seeing her frantic movements as the spell swallowed her, watching while her ashes washed over him in what seemed like one last taunting effect from the evil wizard that stood before him.
In a rage Harry had flung himself against the dark lord surprising the both of them. What Voldemort hadn't realised, was that combining Harry's power from his mothers love and the power his love for Hermione produced was enough to destroy him. For but one sacrafice, many more would be saved.
Hermione's parents had given Harry her memories box which held all that was precious and dear to her. Harry had held it close for nearly three weeks and now felt he was ready to open it.
He walked quickly, with one purpose, to seal himself in his bedroom where he could pore over the contents of her memories carefully and privately.
When he reached his room, he drew his curtains around his bed and placed the box on the covers.
He opened it to find that true to her attention and organisation her box was seperated into sections involving letters, poems, photos ecetera. Harry might have laughed if it had been different circumstances for obtaining the box.
He decided to start from the top and pulled out a bundle labelled "Poetry" in Hermione's neat handwriting.
The first piece of parchment was small and the words were few, Harry pulled it out carefully and read the verses to himself.
"A secret kiss, a stolen word
The touch of thy felsh on mine
Thou eyes a deep sea of blue,
Turbulence echoing in thine expression
Careful movements that thy takes
Do not let thou fellow man see
The love that fills your heart for the forbidden one
Who's heart belongs only to thee
Thy love will never waver
For my heart doth not die
For thought of thee..."
Harry furrowed his brow, it was very uncharacteristic of the Hermione he had known, to write Shakespearean poetry.
He shuffled the pages, glancing at different phrases that captured his eye.
An even smaller piece fell into his lap. He picked it up..
"Thou art so far from thines eye
My unspoken dreams,
crash against your distant shore
Lost in turbulent seas of turmoil,
Lust and jealousy
Thy passion, greater than thy soul
Keeps hold over heart and mind
Bolting down the smallest sign of resistance."
Harry was confused. The first poem had been, what he gathered, a love poem. Describing someone other than he, when he thought that he was the only one she had seen for the time she was at Hogwarts aside from in 4th year when the famous Viktor Krum had been smitten with her. She had never pursued him though, and if she had, he did not have blue eyes, like the stanger in her poetry did.
Harry did not have time to ponder it further for at that moment his bed chamber curtains were ripped apart and a flushed, red face with hair to match appeared.
"Harry! you will NEVER guess what just happened in the great hall!"
"What? What happened?"
"Hermione - "
"Huh?"
"Hermione just APPEARED!!!"
"What do you mean? she's dead!"
"Yes Harry, she's dead, she APPEARED!!!, like a ghost, she came from behind a statue of Fred the Frazzled and walked up the space between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables. Then she stopped in front of Malfoy, pointed at him, burst into tears and disappeared!"
"Merlins beard!!! are you serious?, but...why Malfoy?"
"Dunno, the slimy git!"
"Malfoy...pg course!...your eyes a deep sea of blue...Malfoy...oh nooo...she had a crush on..."
"Harry what ARE you babbling about?!"
Harry blinked, looked at Ron and quickly pushed the bundle of poems back into the box.
"Huh? Oh nothing...do you think she will appear again? To see us I mean?"
"I doubt it" Ron said pitifully, "she was pretty weak, you know, like an umm...what are those muggle things called?...Projection! she was really faint but she seemed to have fullfilled her purpose. You should of seen Malfoy's face!!! He was sooooo scared. Trust Hermione to find a way to get him back for all the hopeless nonsense he tried on her."
"Eh?!"
"You know....calling her names and the like."
"A-ah, ok, lets go down to the Great hall, I wanna see how Malfoy's fairing, I could use a good laugh, I havent had one for a while now..." he trailed off as he thought about Hermione's death for the thousandth time that week...