The Love of a Friend
Chapter Nine
Our Lives, Our Loves
-Sighs-. Well, it's finally done. I hope you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I am going to be making a sequel about everyone whose life was changed at the end of this story. Thank you! Please, can I have one last review?
The entire Weasly family, except for Percy who had been "To busy with my work.", was currently sitting in the front row of the newly arranged Great Hall. Mrs. Weasly had tears in her eyes, and was crying loudly. Mr. Weasly was silently dabbing his eyes with the edge of a handkerchief. Fred and George had a look that was not suiting to them, sadness. Ron was sitting as still as a stone. He would not look at anyone or anything except the floor. The rest of the family sat in a stunned silence.
Molly's tears and sobbing increased dramatically when it was time to go up and pay the last respects to the girl that had died before her time. Hermione Granger lay in her last pose. Her hair had been magically tamed, and she wore robes of fine pale, yellow silk. In her hands she cupped twelve long-stemmed red and white roses.
It was Ron's turn to start crying when Dumbledore asked Harry to come up and give his eulogy. Harry walked slowly up, his eyes betraying his many feelings. There was guilt, sadness, rage and the overpowering look a person gets when someone dear to their heart departs.
"I know there are those of you that feel I have no right to be standing up here now, because of what happened in the days before Hermione's death. In many ways, those people are correct. Maybe it was my fault that this waste of life took place, but we will never know for sure.
Even though I may have been angry with Hermione those last days, I still loved her dearly. I wish, more then anything, that I had tried to work it out with her instead of what actually happened. As most of you know, after I found out it had been her who sent those details to The Daily Prophet, we got into a bad fight. After it all, I chose to act stupidly and try and kill myself. If Ron had not found me in time, I would be lying here too. When Hermione found out what I had done, she chose to end her own life. Maybe she did it to try to ease her guilt, or maybe to think of herself as 'even,' again. No one can ever know.
The only things I know for sure about Hermione were these: Hermione was the most loving and caring person I have ever known. If you had a problem, she was there. If you needed to do some emergency last minute cramming, she would borrow you her notes. If you needed someone to complain to, her shoulder was always available. The problem was she never asked anyone of us to return those precious favors.
I remember the first day I met Hermione, on the train to Hogwarts that first year. I remember thinking that I wanted to be her friend immediately when I saw her trying to help Neville Longbottom find his lost toad. Even though I'm sure she was worried about that first day, she tried to help someone else. Hermione was the best.
There is nothing that I can say now to try and make it up to her parents. All I will say is this, I am sorry beyond words. I am sorry beyond everything. I wish everyone in this room could have known dear Hermione as well as I had. I hope she rests in peace, and I find it comforting to know that someday, I will be able to see her again.
Harry stepped back down from the podium and took his seat next to Ron. Ron silently grasped his hand and held on tight. Their bond would never again be shattered. Their love would never again be challenged. Their lives were, without a doubt, forever intertwined.
-Sighs-. Well, it's finally done. I hope you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I am going to be making a sequel about everyone whose life was changed at the end of this story. Thank you! Please, can I have one last review?
The entire Weasly family, except for Percy who had been "To busy with my work.", was currently sitting in the front row of the newly arranged Great Hall. Mrs. Weasly had tears in her eyes, and was crying loudly. Mr. Weasly was silently dabbing his eyes with the edge of a handkerchief. Fred and George had a look that was not suiting to them, sadness. Ron was sitting as still as a stone. He would not look at anyone or anything except the floor. The rest of the family sat in a stunned silence.
Molly's tears and sobbing increased dramatically when it was time to go up and pay the last respects to the girl that had died before her time. Hermione Granger lay in her last pose. Her hair had been magically tamed, and she wore robes of fine pale, yellow silk. In her hands she cupped twelve long-stemmed red and white roses.
It was Ron's turn to start crying when Dumbledore asked Harry to come up and give his eulogy. Harry walked slowly up, his eyes betraying his many feelings. There was guilt, sadness, rage and the overpowering look a person gets when someone dear to their heart departs.
"I know there are those of you that feel I have no right to be standing up here now, because of what happened in the days before Hermione's death. In many ways, those people are correct. Maybe it was my fault that this waste of life took place, but we will never know for sure.
Even though I may have been angry with Hermione those last days, I still loved her dearly. I wish, more then anything, that I had tried to work it out with her instead of what actually happened. As most of you know, after I found out it had been her who sent those details to The Daily Prophet, we got into a bad fight. After it all, I chose to act stupidly and try and kill myself. If Ron had not found me in time, I would be lying here too. When Hermione found out what I had done, she chose to end her own life. Maybe she did it to try to ease her guilt, or maybe to think of herself as 'even,' again. No one can ever know.
The only things I know for sure about Hermione were these: Hermione was the most loving and caring person I have ever known. If you had a problem, she was there. If you needed to do some emergency last minute cramming, she would borrow you her notes. If you needed someone to complain to, her shoulder was always available. The problem was she never asked anyone of us to return those precious favors.
I remember the first day I met Hermione, on the train to Hogwarts that first year. I remember thinking that I wanted to be her friend immediately when I saw her trying to help Neville Longbottom find his lost toad. Even though I'm sure she was worried about that first day, she tried to help someone else. Hermione was the best.
There is nothing that I can say now to try and make it up to her parents. All I will say is this, I am sorry beyond words. I am sorry beyond everything. I wish everyone in this room could have known dear Hermione as well as I had. I hope she rests in peace, and I find it comforting to know that someday, I will be able to see her again.
Harry stepped back down from the podium and took his seat next to Ron. Ron silently grasped his hand and held on tight. Their bond would never again be shattered. Their love would never again be challenged. Their lives were, without a doubt, forever intertwined.
