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~*~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE: MIRRORS
If Hermione could have pictured the worst day in the entirety of the world, today was it. Hermione had expected the world to grieve. She expected rain; huge thunderclouds, people moping about the streets, everybody wearing black.
She was not prepared for the sight, which beheld her eyes. There had never been a more beautiful day. The sun was shining its brightest, there was not a cloud in the sky. When the ministry announced that (in Fudge's words) "He did it. Harry Potter saved our world....Harry Potter killed You-know-who!!!" there was great celebration. Families cried for joy, and people danced in the streets. Only those in Hogwarts knew of his death, and Lord Voldemort's death was so much greater, more talked about, and seemed to overshadow Harry's. It made Hermione want to scream, cry, and vomit all at the same time.
Only until Dumbledore announced that the funerals for all were to take place the next day, and only then, did people began mourning for Harry. Suddenly Ron and Hermione and the others were bombarded with pity glances and whispers.
A stranger stared out to Hermione from the mirror, and it was a person she didn't recognize.
Hermione seemed to be made of stone. For the past few days she had shown no emotion. She hadn't talked to Neville, Ginny, or Ron except for a "hi" here and there. She didn't cry in her sleep like Hermione heard Ginny do, she didn't isolate herself like Neville was doing, she wasn't tearing things up like Ron was in the boy's dormitory. No, instead, her face was blank and pale. Hermione's lips were chapped, her skin raw, and Hermione's body was scarred with cuts and bruises from the war that would disappear in a few days time, never to be seen again, as if they had never occurred. But the scar of her heart, a heart that suffered too much loss and suffering, wouldn't disappear. Hermione actually wondered if it would ever ease.
She was wearing a black dress that under normal circumstances would have looked wonderful. But to the sickly looking 16-year-old it looked awful. Hermione had pulled her hair up and fastened on her veil that cast a shadow about her face, completing the costume, making Hermione feel like a doll being dressed up for parading about.
"H-Hermione?" A small voice asked
"hmm" Hermione said still staring at her reflection.
"It's time to go"
"Okay. I'll be right there"
Ginny shut the door leaving Hermione to herself. Hermione had not wanted to attend, but Ginny insisted that it would be an insult not to. She sighed. Hermione knew that the whole school would be there, along with their families and the ministry and she just *knew that everyone would be casting frequent glances at her, pitying her. With one last glance at the mirror, and another sigh Hermione turned to leave.
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Ron had never been more miserable in his entire life. If he knew one place he didn't want to be, it was at Harry's funeral. Seamus had practically dragged him out of his room looking quite the mess.
"Ron darling! Please...here's a brush...just comb your hair!! It looks like a birds nest!" Molly Weasley pestered
Ron took the brush slowly and scuffled over to the mirror of the common room, taking his time, each stroke taking a minute.
His entire family had come, to Ron's misery and dismay. The last thing he wanted was to be around people and here he was, smushed into the center of his enormous family's attention.
"Mum!"
Ron turned around to see Ginny running down the stairs of the girl's dormitory and into her mother's outstretched arms.
"Oh Ginny darling...when I heard...I couldn't believe...oh... how are you?" Mrs. Weasley said softly but with urgency.
Ginny's eyes started welling up with tears, though they didn't fall. "Its bloody terribly mum. I've never felt so bad." The women hugged and Ron turned around, focusing his attention back to his reflection.
When Mrs. Weasley said that Ron's hair looked awful, it was an understatement. Huge masses of red hair flying in every direction made up the bulk of Ron's pale face. He had huge dark circles under his eyes, which gave him an almost dead like appearance.
Fred and George had forced Ron into a suit, practically dressing him. The twins were surprisingly successful with their joke shop and were constantly trying to cheer Ron up with their petty childish jokes.
Arthur Weasley had been called to duty immediately after the brunt of the war was over and hadn't slept in two days.
Percy was working with Cornelius Fudge in managing affairs. Work had driven the young Weasley from his family and eventually the family had adapted. He was also at Hogwarts.
Bill and Charley had actually come in from Egypt and Romania for the occasion. Many like them had also. The crowd was expected to be humongous, all family and friends of those who had died were invited.
"Where's Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked worriedly
"She should be coming"
"How is she?"
"Just as bad as the rest of us. She's like Ron, and not showing any emotion"
Just then they all heard footsteps on the stairs and Ron, finished with his hair, turned to face her. Slowly descending down the stairs, Hermione approached them all with what Ron noted was an extremely fake smile.
"Hello everyone." Hermione said shyly
"Oh Hermione dear!" Mrs. Weasley as she embraced Hermione in an almost bear hug.
"Hello Hermione!" Fred and George said brightly
"Hi"
Ron walked over to the group. "Hermione" he acknowledged her with a curt nod.
"Ron" She said, lips pursing together, holding her head higher and nodding in return.
Mrs. Weasley looked from one to the other, stunned. What happened to them? The last time I saw them together; they practically jumped into each other's arms, they were so glad to see one another. I know that they see each other every day but I at *least expected them to hug or something!
"W-We better get going" Mrs. Weasley finally said, breaking the utter silence. The others nodded.
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(.....=(.... sad I know, but remember....i believe in happy endings! Lol.....hope it was all to your liking!)
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE: MIRRORS
If Hermione could have pictured the worst day in the entirety of the world, today was it. Hermione had expected the world to grieve. She expected rain; huge thunderclouds, people moping about the streets, everybody wearing black.
She was not prepared for the sight, which beheld her eyes. There had never been a more beautiful day. The sun was shining its brightest, there was not a cloud in the sky. When the ministry announced that (in Fudge's words) "He did it. Harry Potter saved our world....Harry Potter killed You-know-who!!!" there was great celebration. Families cried for joy, and people danced in the streets. Only those in Hogwarts knew of his death, and Lord Voldemort's death was so much greater, more talked about, and seemed to overshadow Harry's. It made Hermione want to scream, cry, and vomit all at the same time.
Only until Dumbledore announced that the funerals for all were to take place the next day, and only then, did people began mourning for Harry. Suddenly Ron and Hermione and the others were bombarded with pity glances and whispers.
A stranger stared out to Hermione from the mirror, and it was a person she didn't recognize.
Hermione seemed to be made of stone. For the past few days she had shown no emotion. She hadn't talked to Neville, Ginny, or Ron except for a "hi" here and there. She didn't cry in her sleep like Hermione heard Ginny do, she didn't isolate herself like Neville was doing, she wasn't tearing things up like Ron was in the boy's dormitory. No, instead, her face was blank and pale. Hermione's lips were chapped, her skin raw, and Hermione's body was scarred with cuts and bruises from the war that would disappear in a few days time, never to be seen again, as if they had never occurred. But the scar of her heart, a heart that suffered too much loss and suffering, wouldn't disappear. Hermione actually wondered if it would ever ease.
She was wearing a black dress that under normal circumstances would have looked wonderful. But to the sickly looking 16-year-old it looked awful. Hermione had pulled her hair up and fastened on her veil that cast a shadow about her face, completing the costume, making Hermione feel like a doll being dressed up for parading about.
"H-Hermione?" A small voice asked
"hmm" Hermione said still staring at her reflection.
"It's time to go"
"Okay. I'll be right there"
Ginny shut the door leaving Hermione to herself. Hermione had not wanted to attend, but Ginny insisted that it would be an insult not to. She sighed. Hermione knew that the whole school would be there, along with their families and the ministry and she just *knew that everyone would be casting frequent glances at her, pitying her. With one last glance at the mirror, and another sigh Hermione turned to leave.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ron had never been more miserable in his entire life. If he knew one place he didn't want to be, it was at Harry's funeral. Seamus had practically dragged him out of his room looking quite the mess.
"Ron darling! Please...here's a brush...just comb your hair!! It looks like a birds nest!" Molly Weasley pestered
Ron took the brush slowly and scuffled over to the mirror of the common room, taking his time, each stroke taking a minute.
His entire family had come, to Ron's misery and dismay. The last thing he wanted was to be around people and here he was, smushed into the center of his enormous family's attention.
"Mum!"
Ron turned around to see Ginny running down the stairs of the girl's dormitory and into her mother's outstretched arms.
"Oh Ginny darling...when I heard...I couldn't believe...oh... how are you?" Mrs. Weasley said softly but with urgency.
Ginny's eyes started welling up with tears, though they didn't fall. "Its bloody terribly mum. I've never felt so bad." The women hugged and Ron turned around, focusing his attention back to his reflection.
When Mrs. Weasley said that Ron's hair looked awful, it was an understatement. Huge masses of red hair flying in every direction made up the bulk of Ron's pale face. He had huge dark circles under his eyes, which gave him an almost dead like appearance.
Fred and George had forced Ron into a suit, practically dressing him. The twins were surprisingly successful with their joke shop and were constantly trying to cheer Ron up with their petty childish jokes.
Arthur Weasley had been called to duty immediately after the brunt of the war was over and hadn't slept in two days.
Percy was working with Cornelius Fudge in managing affairs. Work had driven the young Weasley from his family and eventually the family had adapted. He was also at Hogwarts.
Bill and Charley had actually come in from Egypt and Romania for the occasion. Many like them had also. The crowd was expected to be humongous, all family and friends of those who had died were invited.
"Where's Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked worriedly
"She should be coming"
"How is she?"
"Just as bad as the rest of us. She's like Ron, and not showing any emotion"
Just then they all heard footsteps on the stairs and Ron, finished with his hair, turned to face her. Slowly descending down the stairs, Hermione approached them all with what Ron noted was an extremely fake smile.
"Hello everyone." Hermione said shyly
"Oh Hermione dear!" Mrs. Weasley as she embraced Hermione in an almost bear hug.
"Hello Hermione!" Fred and George said brightly
"Hi"
Ron walked over to the group. "Hermione" he acknowledged her with a curt nod.
"Ron" She said, lips pursing together, holding her head higher and nodding in return.
Mrs. Weasley looked from one to the other, stunned. What happened to them? The last time I saw them together; they practically jumped into each other's arms, they were so glad to see one another. I know that they see each other every day but I at *least expected them to hug or something!
"W-We better get going" Mrs. Weasley finally said, breaking the utter silence. The others nodded.
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(.....=(.... sad I know, but remember....i believe in happy endings! Lol.....hope it was all to your liking!)