Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot and the name Dylan Stonewell.
A/N: Just so you know, Sirius didn't come back; he just came down in ghost form to talk to Harry.
I would also like to dedicate this chapter to two young friends of mine. They have just recently moved away to live with their father. I hope that their journey to Florida is safe and that they have a wonderful life down there. We're thinking of you and hoping for the best!
Sorry it's taken me SO long to update. I've been rather busy and be sure to check out my new story, "The Beginning of Our New Chapters".
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Dylan walked back to the Gryffindor Tower rather slowly. He was thinking about what Sirius had said. He was doing the right thing. At least, he hoped so.
He walked in the Portrait Hole and saw Hermione sitting by a window. Dylan walked over and sat down next to her.
"Hello." She said in a small voice.
"Hi." He replied.
"Do you think he knows?" She asked, looking up at Dylan. "Do you think he knows that I love him?"
"Of course." Dylan replied. "Why would you think other wise?"
"I just never got around to telling him." Hermione stated sadly. "I had all intentions of doing so that night. We were going to have dinner and I was going to tell him then." She looked down.
"He knows Hermione." Dylan said reassuringly. "He knows you love him more than anything."
"You seem so sure of everything." Hermione said looking up at Dylan. "It seems like you don't have a care in the world."
"That's not true." Dylan replied. "All have fears and doubts. But not all show them, some, like me, prefer to keep them hidden...and, in some cases, it's not the best thing."
"That's an interesting way to look at it." Hermione said.
"I've had a lot time to view my life." Dylan said. "I've been out of school for quite some time. I've discovered all my great point and all my flaws. Every night, I have a dream, or a memory replaying in my head. It eats me up inside. I've had to go through every horrid moment in my life, like leaving behind the one I love, leaving behind my best friends, watching the last person in my family die, and SO much more." He looked down at his hands.
"The same thing happens to me at night. It started when my boyfriend died. I know that he's up there with his parents, his godfather, Cedric, and all the others, now I'm going to sound selfish, be he left me behind. Every day, I wish that I could just talk to him again. I would even settle for a glance. I can't help but feel like I'm dieing. Maybe not physically, but emotionally." Hermione shrugs as tears come to her eyes.
"That's not selfish at all. It's normal." Dylan looks at her eyes. "But I doubt that he would want you to cry over him. It's probably eating him up inside."
"I guess you're right." Hermione looks into his eyes. Dylan looked into hers and was about to kiss her. Just before their lips met, Hermione moved away.
"I'm sorry." Hermione stated in a whisper.
"For?" Dylan asked as though he had no clue as to what she was talking about.
"I'm just no ready." Hermione teared up.
"I'll wait." Dylan shrugged. "Well, I best be getting to bed. Goodnight." He left Hermione to her thoughts.
***A few weeks later after classes. (Sorry, it's just that this story is giving me trouble and I've decided to end it with this and one last chapter.) Dylan/Harry could be found in Dumbledore's office...***
"So, Harry," Dumbledore said from behind his desk. "You're now free to be yourself. Everything has been cleared and your strength is back." He smiled at Harry.
"Is it alright if I wait until tomorrow morning?" Harry asked. "Dylan has some uncompleted business."
"Of course." Dumbledore said. "You seemed distressed, Harry. Might I ask why?"
"I'm just nervous." Harry sighed. "I mean, Ron will kill me and Hermione will probably dump me. And if she does, then I might as well be dead." He slumped lower in his chair.
"Why don't you just explain why you had to do it." Dumbledore suggested. "I think she'll understand." Harry nodded.
***In the Gryffindor Common Room, late in the evening...***
Dylan approached Hermione slowly. "Hello." He said.
"Hi." She smiled.
"I just thought that I'd tell you that I'm leaving tomorrow morning, before everyone wakes up." He looks at the floor.
"Why?" Hermione asked confused.
"My work here is done." Dylan chuckled a bit. "It's safe for me to go back home." He moved in to kiss her but she moved away.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"I don't have anything to give you." Hermione stated.
"I don't understand."
"I gave all my heart to Harry James Potter. He took it with him to his grave. And it will stay there until I join him in the heavens. I don't have a heart to give anyone. And quite frankly, I don't want to. I like you, Dylan. It's just...I'm in love...with a memory. That's all it will ever be and it will never change. I'm destined to a life without a husband. But I won't be lonely. He's always with me and he always will be...forever." Hermione said with tears running down her cheeks.
"I understand," Dylan responded without an ounce of hurt in his voice. "I guess this is goodbye," He quickly kissed her on the lips before she knew what was happening. "You've changed my life for the best. Thank you for that. I'll never forget you. Goodbye Hermione Granger." He smiled at her and walked up to the boy's dorms.
Hermione stood there in disbelief with her fingertips on her lips. She felt something when Dylan kissed her. It reminded her of Harry. "Oh, my." She gasped.
***The next day in the Great Hall...***
Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table without touching her food. She sighed as she pushed her plate away.
"Miss Granger." A female voice said behind her. Hermione turned around to find Professor McGonagall. "There is someone waiting for you in the Common Room." She smiled lightly at Hermione. Hermione nodded and made her way to the Common Room.
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Hermione walked through the Portrait Hole. She looked around and found a jet-black haired boy looking out the window. The energy that filled the room was familiar to Hermione. It was the energy that Harry gave off. Wait a second...
"Harry?" Her whisper broke that silence that filled the room. The figure turned around to face Hermione. He was smiling brightly. When she saw who it was, she fainted.
~*~*~*I'm sorry I haven't updated in some time. I'm also sorry that it's fairly short. This is the second to last chapter. I would like to thank you all for reading this story.~*~*~*
A/N: Just so you know, Sirius didn't come back; he just came down in ghost form to talk to Harry.
I would also like to dedicate this chapter to two young friends of mine. They have just recently moved away to live with their father. I hope that their journey to Florida is safe and that they have a wonderful life down there. We're thinking of you and hoping for the best!
Sorry it's taken me SO long to update. I've been rather busy and be sure to check out my new story, "The Beginning of Our New Chapters".
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 5: Took My Heart To His Grave
Dylan walked back to the Gryffindor Tower rather slowly. He was thinking about what Sirius had said. He was doing the right thing. At least, he hoped so.
He walked in the Portrait Hole and saw Hermione sitting by a window. Dylan walked over and sat down next to her.
"Hello." She said in a small voice.
"Hi." He replied.
"Do you think he knows?" She asked, looking up at Dylan. "Do you think he knows that I love him?"
"Of course." Dylan replied. "Why would you think other wise?"
"I just never got around to telling him." Hermione stated sadly. "I had all intentions of doing so that night. We were going to have dinner and I was going to tell him then." She looked down.
"He knows Hermione." Dylan said reassuringly. "He knows you love him more than anything."
"You seem so sure of everything." Hermione said looking up at Dylan. "It seems like you don't have a care in the world."
"That's not true." Dylan replied. "All have fears and doubts. But not all show them, some, like me, prefer to keep them hidden...and, in some cases, it's not the best thing."
"That's an interesting way to look at it." Hermione said.
"I've had a lot time to view my life." Dylan said. "I've been out of school for quite some time. I've discovered all my great point and all my flaws. Every night, I have a dream, or a memory replaying in my head. It eats me up inside. I've had to go through every horrid moment in my life, like leaving behind the one I love, leaving behind my best friends, watching the last person in my family die, and SO much more." He looked down at his hands.
"The same thing happens to me at night. It started when my boyfriend died. I know that he's up there with his parents, his godfather, Cedric, and all the others, now I'm going to sound selfish, be he left me behind. Every day, I wish that I could just talk to him again. I would even settle for a glance. I can't help but feel like I'm dieing. Maybe not physically, but emotionally." Hermione shrugs as tears come to her eyes.
"That's not selfish at all. It's normal." Dylan looks at her eyes. "But I doubt that he would want you to cry over him. It's probably eating him up inside."
"I guess you're right." Hermione looks into his eyes. Dylan looked into hers and was about to kiss her. Just before their lips met, Hermione moved away.
"I'm sorry." Hermione stated in a whisper.
"For?" Dylan asked as though he had no clue as to what she was talking about.
"I'm just no ready." Hermione teared up.
"I'll wait." Dylan shrugged. "Well, I best be getting to bed. Goodnight." He left Hermione to her thoughts.
***A few weeks later after classes. (Sorry, it's just that this story is giving me trouble and I've decided to end it with this and one last chapter.) Dylan/Harry could be found in Dumbledore's office...***
"So, Harry," Dumbledore said from behind his desk. "You're now free to be yourself. Everything has been cleared and your strength is back." He smiled at Harry.
"Is it alright if I wait until tomorrow morning?" Harry asked. "Dylan has some uncompleted business."
"Of course." Dumbledore said. "You seemed distressed, Harry. Might I ask why?"
"I'm just nervous." Harry sighed. "I mean, Ron will kill me and Hermione will probably dump me. And if she does, then I might as well be dead." He slumped lower in his chair.
"Why don't you just explain why you had to do it." Dumbledore suggested. "I think she'll understand." Harry nodded.
***In the Gryffindor Common Room, late in the evening...***
Dylan approached Hermione slowly. "Hello." He said.
"Hi." She smiled.
"I just thought that I'd tell you that I'm leaving tomorrow morning, before everyone wakes up." He looks at the floor.
"Why?" Hermione asked confused.
"My work here is done." Dylan chuckled a bit. "It's safe for me to go back home." He moved in to kiss her but she moved away.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"I don't have anything to give you." Hermione stated.
"I don't understand."
"I gave all my heart to Harry James Potter. He took it with him to his grave. And it will stay there until I join him in the heavens. I don't have a heart to give anyone. And quite frankly, I don't want to. I like you, Dylan. It's just...I'm in love...with a memory. That's all it will ever be and it will never change. I'm destined to a life without a husband. But I won't be lonely. He's always with me and he always will be...forever." Hermione said with tears running down her cheeks.
"I understand," Dylan responded without an ounce of hurt in his voice. "I guess this is goodbye," He quickly kissed her on the lips before she knew what was happening. "You've changed my life for the best. Thank you for that. I'll never forget you. Goodbye Hermione Granger." He smiled at her and walked up to the boy's dorms.
Hermione stood there in disbelief with her fingertips on her lips. She felt something when Dylan kissed her. It reminded her of Harry. "Oh, my." She gasped.
***The next day in the Great Hall...***
Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table without touching her food. She sighed as she pushed her plate away.
"Miss Granger." A female voice said behind her. Hermione turned around to find Professor McGonagall. "There is someone waiting for you in the Common Room." She smiled lightly at Hermione. Hermione nodded and made her way to the Common Room.
******
Hermione walked through the Portrait Hole. She looked around and found a jet-black haired boy looking out the window. The energy that filled the room was familiar to Hermione. It was the energy that Harry gave off. Wait a second...
"Harry?" Her whisper broke that silence that filled the room. The figure turned around to face Hermione. He was smiling brightly. When she saw who it was, she fainted.
~*~*~*I'm sorry I haven't updated in some time. I'm also sorry that it's fairly short. This is the second to last chapter. I would like to thank you all for reading this story.~*~*~*