One Hour Ago
Once, a long time ago a girl was afraid. She was afraid of tomorrow. *
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* She stared at his picture sitting on her vanity. His eyes so pure, his lips so perfect, his smile so genuine. Tears fell down on her soft skin and she made no move to wipe them away. She had waited for the final battle ever since she met him. But when it came, and he was lost, her heart was lost as well. She remembered the day. The day he told her he loved her.
Tomorrow they would graduate. The Perfect Trio sat on Hogwarts' steps. "We'll be friends forever you know," Harry said watching the sun go down. "Forever and Ever," Ron grinned. "And even longer," Hermione added. For ages they had been friends. They had fought together, they had laughed, they had cried. They had been.
Now they sat, waiting for tomorrow. Here they are the three. The best friends that ever were. Our heroes, our saviors, our hopes and dreams cast into them. But one day, they all realized, it would different. It was scary. Maybe they wouldn't be friends. Maybe they would grow apart. Maybe Harry would become famous and forget his faithful companions. Or maybe Hermione would figure out one of the greatest Wizarding Mysteries of all time and couldn't be bothered with childhood playmates. Or what if Ron moved away and became something great? They would be alone. They would be without. They would be forsaken. As they sat there, they became horrified at what tomorrow would bring to them.
Ron made an excuse to leave, overcome with fear, he left. Harry and Hermione sat alone. Wondering. What if things don't turn out my way? What if the worst thing happens? We are not guaranteed any guarantees. We are on our own. If we have our friends we are lucky. But what if we aren't? It was then that Harry knew he had to tell her. And in her mind she loved him as well. But the fear and overwhelming anxiety of all that was upon them would ruin the single most important moment of their lives. As he poured out his heart and soul, telling her of all the times he had watched her from a distance, as a confidant, as buddy, as a pal, as a friend, and wanted to tell her he loved her. He always had and he always would.
"Hermione, I love you, I always have, and I always will." Her heart stopped and as she heard the words she had always wanted she also heard the screams of him in pain. Before her eyes flashed a scene where he was killed by the Dark Lord in front of her. She loved him but she knew if she got attached and died it would kill him. But she also knew if died and she got attached it would kill her heart and her soul and her reason for living. So she ran. She left him there, by himself, on the steps of their home, of their sanctuary. But love never dies, not true love. And while they were friends and he fought his battles after school. They never spoke of their love. They never kissed or held hands. They never walked alone on the beach. They never held each other in their arms. They never told each other of the love they shared. They were just there. They were going through the motions of life, but they were never living. Because all life involves love. And this life, it couldn't.
She sat on her bed and looked at his picture. Hermione stared at Harry's face. She stared at the man she had loved, she stared at the man she had desired, and she stared at the man who had died 1 hour ago.
Thanks for reading please review. Tell me if it is totally stupid.
Once, a long time ago a girl was afraid. She was afraid of tomorrow. *
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*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
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* She stared at his picture sitting on her vanity. His eyes so pure, his lips so perfect, his smile so genuine. Tears fell down on her soft skin and she made no move to wipe them away. She had waited for the final battle ever since she met him. But when it came, and he was lost, her heart was lost as well. She remembered the day. The day he told her he loved her.
Tomorrow they would graduate. The Perfect Trio sat on Hogwarts' steps. "We'll be friends forever you know," Harry said watching the sun go down. "Forever and Ever," Ron grinned. "And even longer," Hermione added. For ages they had been friends. They had fought together, they had laughed, they had cried. They had been.
Now they sat, waiting for tomorrow. Here they are the three. The best friends that ever were. Our heroes, our saviors, our hopes and dreams cast into them. But one day, they all realized, it would different. It was scary. Maybe they wouldn't be friends. Maybe they would grow apart. Maybe Harry would become famous and forget his faithful companions. Or maybe Hermione would figure out one of the greatest Wizarding Mysteries of all time and couldn't be bothered with childhood playmates. Or what if Ron moved away and became something great? They would be alone. They would be without. They would be forsaken. As they sat there, they became horrified at what tomorrow would bring to them.
Ron made an excuse to leave, overcome with fear, he left. Harry and Hermione sat alone. Wondering. What if things don't turn out my way? What if the worst thing happens? We are not guaranteed any guarantees. We are on our own. If we have our friends we are lucky. But what if we aren't? It was then that Harry knew he had to tell her. And in her mind she loved him as well. But the fear and overwhelming anxiety of all that was upon them would ruin the single most important moment of their lives. As he poured out his heart and soul, telling her of all the times he had watched her from a distance, as a confidant, as buddy, as a pal, as a friend, and wanted to tell her he loved her. He always had and he always would.
"Hermione, I love you, I always have, and I always will." Her heart stopped and as she heard the words she had always wanted she also heard the screams of him in pain. Before her eyes flashed a scene where he was killed by the Dark Lord in front of her. She loved him but she knew if she got attached and died it would kill him. But she also knew if died and she got attached it would kill her heart and her soul and her reason for living. So she ran. She left him there, by himself, on the steps of their home, of their sanctuary. But love never dies, not true love. And while they were friends and he fought his battles after school. They never spoke of their love. They never kissed or held hands. They never walked alone on the beach. They never held each other in their arms. They never told each other of the love they shared. They were just there. They were going through the motions of life, but they were never living. Because all life involves love. And this life, it couldn't.
She sat on her bed and looked at his picture. Hermione stared at Harry's face. She stared at the man she had loved, she stared at the man she had desired, and she stared at the man who had died 1 hour ago.
Thanks for reading please review. Tell me if it is totally stupid.