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That belongs to the fabulous J.K. Rowling. And the song in this chapter is
called "The Finale" from the play "Les Miserables".
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Safe at Last
Chapter 1- Hermione's Letter
.Come with me. Where chains will never bind you. All your grief, At last, at last, behind you. God in Heaven, look down on him in mercy.
Hermione had never used a song in a prayer before. She wondered if it was appropriate. But it did fit in with the way she was feeling now, for Harry.
"Oh Harry." she thought, "All I ever want is for you to be happy. Your life is so miserable right now. Nobody deserves this, especially not you. If only I could make things right," and then she sighed.
Immediately, her eyes shifted to the desk in her room. Everything was organized in a very Hermione-ish way. All of her quills stayed in their place, organized by color, size, and price. Then, all ready to go were her many different pieces of parchment, along with wax sealers bearing the Granger crest that her parents had given her.
Hermione sat down in her desk chair, and prepared to write a letter to Harry. She would write one to Ron later. Hermione grabbed some parchment and a vivid green parrot feather quill. She had trouble selecting an ink color. In the end, she chose a metallic dark blue. Once Hermione was ready, she began to write:
Dear Harry,
Hello, it's Hermione. I feel like I haven't spoken to you in ages, so I had to send you an owl, even though it's 3:00 in the morning. I guess I really miss you, and maybe I miss Ron a bit too.
I am really sorry about how difficult things have been lately. If you ever need me, you can always send me an owl. Even so, I worry about you Harry. You have lost so much in such a short period of time, and I can't think of a person in the world who deserves that. We all loved Sirius very much, and we all love you.
Don't be hard on yourself, because I know we'll all see each other in the near future. All of us, together. Things are going to be a lot different now, but we'll be safe. We will go through everything together, and we will win this war. You are in my thoughts, and in my prayers. Be safe, but still be Harry.
Much Love, Hermione.
And with that, she absentmindedly flourished the I in Hermione with a little heart. Carefully, Hermione out her quill and ink back in their place and re-read her letter for any mistakes. Finding none, she sealed her letter and handed it to her new owl, Windsong. "Here", she said, "give this to Harry. Don't wake him up if he's asleep; give it to him in the morning then." With that, Windsong nodded briefly and soared out the window into the open sky.
It wasn't till later, while laying in bed that Hermione began to think about her letter. She really hoped that Harry wouldn't be upset that she had mentioned Sirius. He had taken Sirius' death rather hard. Then Hermione realized how she had dotted the I in her name with a heart. Her real heart skipped a beat. "Stop it", she scolded herself, "It's not like he likes you back". And with that, Hermione drifted off into an uneasy, but dreamless sleep.
Little did Hermione know, Harry did indeed notice the little heart dotting the I. And to him, it was a beacon of hope.
"Maybe Hermione does like me," Harry thought, "Oh, woah. she said she loves me. kind of." Harry did a victory dance.
A/N: Um. read and review!
Safe at Last
Chapter 1- Hermione's Letter
.Come with me. Where chains will never bind you. All your grief, At last, at last, behind you. God in Heaven, look down on him in mercy.
Hermione had never used a song in a prayer before. She wondered if it was appropriate. But it did fit in with the way she was feeling now, for Harry.
"Oh Harry." she thought, "All I ever want is for you to be happy. Your life is so miserable right now. Nobody deserves this, especially not you. If only I could make things right," and then she sighed.
Immediately, her eyes shifted to the desk in her room. Everything was organized in a very Hermione-ish way. All of her quills stayed in their place, organized by color, size, and price. Then, all ready to go were her many different pieces of parchment, along with wax sealers bearing the Granger crest that her parents had given her.
Hermione sat down in her desk chair, and prepared to write a letter to Harry. She would write one to Ron later. Hermione grabbed some parchment and a vivid green parrot feather quill. She had trouble selecting an ink color. In the end, she chose a metallic dark blue. Once Hermione was ready, she began to write:
Dear Harry,
Hello, it's Hermione. I feel like I haven't spoken to you in ages, so I had to send you an owl, even though it's 3:00 in the morning. I guess I really miss you, and maybe I miss Ron a bit too.
I am really sorry about how difficult things have been lately. If you ever need me, you can always send me an owl. Even so, I worry about you Harry. You have lost so much in such a short period of time, and I can't think of a person in the world who deserves that. We all loved Sirius very much, and we all love you.
Don't be hard on yourself, because I know we'll all see each other in the near future. All of us, together. Things are going to be a lot different now, but we'll be safe. We will go through everything together, and we will win this war. You are in my thoughts, and in my prayers. Be safe, but still be Harry.
Much Love, Hermione.
And with that, she absentmindedly flourished the I in Hermione with a little heart. Carefully, Hermione out her quill and ink back in their place and re-read her letter for any mistakes. Finding none, she sealed her letter and handed it to her new owl, Windsong. "Here", she said, "give this to Harry. Don't wake him up if he's asleep; give it to him in the morning then." With that, Windsong nodded briefly and soared out the window into the open sky.
It wasn't till later, while laying in bed that Hermione began to think about her letter. She really hoped that Harry wouldn't be upset that she had mentioned Sirius. He had taken Sirius' death rather hard. Then Hermione realized how she had dotted the I in her name with a heart. Her real heart skipped a beat. "Stop it", she scolded herself, "It's not like he likes you back". And with that, Hermione drifted off into an uneasy, but dreamless sleep.
Little did Hermione know, Harry did indeed notice the little heart dotting the I. And to him, it was a beacon of hope.
"Maybe Hermione does like me," Harry thought, "Oh, woah. she said she loves me. kind of." Harry did a victory dance.