AN: Words in italics are from Les Mis.  As always, a review is a gift I love to receive J

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I Dreamed A Dream

You told me that you wouldn't leave me. You told me that everything would work out. That was a lie, wasn't it? You were never terribly good at lying. But I wanted to believe you. God, I wanted to believe so bad that it hurt.

It still hurts. I don't think that it's ever going to stop hurting.

It wasn't supposed to end like this. Not with you cold. In a stupid hole in the ground. At least you have that little plot of ground. Remember the others that just vanished? I know you remember. We cried together. That night... you remember... the one where twenty went out. Hannah Abbot came back, dirty and frantic. At least she came back.

But you weren't supposed to leave me. You were the better one at this. You were better! You were always better. I can't measure up, but now you've left me to try! I can't do it! I can't!

I'm sorry... I shouldn't yell. Sometimes I just can't help it. It just comes out. Forgive me. I know you would - you always did. This just isn't right, you know? It's a bloody travesty is what it is.

Do you like that? You always liked it when I used big words. You said it made me sound smart. I tried to sound smart. You said it was 'becoming'.

I remember the robes you were buried in. White. Pure white. Like and angel. Do I believe in angels? Yeah... I guess I do.

I feel like it's been so long. Sometimes... sometimes I forget what your face looked like. When you smiled. When you ran your hands through your hair. When you laughed. Sometimes I have trouble remembering that. Maybe it's because no body laughed for so long. I remember I was walking down Diagon Alley afterwards and I heard a little old witch just laughing... laughing so hard I thought that she was going to fall over. It was so strange to hear that.

You had the most addictive laugh.

I know I shouldn't blame myself. It wasn't my fault. There wasn't anything I could do. I wasn't even in the same country. But how could you leave without saying goodbye? How could you leave me, Hermione? I know I still have Harry... but really, he doesn't take kindly to me trying to cuddle late at night.

That laugh felt really good. I know you're laughing right now and scolding 'Ronald Weasley, you shouldn't say such things!'

I miss your scolding.

I'm scared, Mione. I'm scared everything will come back. Sometimes, late at night, I just stare up into the ceiling and wonder 'What if Harry didn't finish it all'? Did we really finish it all? I just don't know. I know I shouldn't worry about such things... but I do. I worry that you died in vein to save us from something that we can't be saved from.

I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living…

You weren't supposed to die. You were supposed to live. We were supposed to live. Together. We were supposed to have together.

So different now from what it seemed…

I have to wake up soon, Mione. Harry is working on a campaign to rebuild Hogwarts and I told him that I would help him in the morning. I don't want to wake up, but I have to. But I'll dream of you tomorrow night. And we'll talk again.

I love you.

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed…