A/N: Wow. I didn't think anyone one would want me to continue. But since you do, I guess I can. I have some ideas for this story. Actually, this story came to me in a dream. Weird, I know. So, um, here it is.
Disclaimer: Oops, forgot about this. Yah, I don't own anything. Well, I own the plot, sort of. But not the characters. Unless I add some. Please don't sue. Oh, I don't own the lyrics either. Don't sue. Please. So here's the story.
Oh wait. I forgot this too. This song is by Evanescence. It was on when I was thinking about ideas for the story. And it was on when I was writing it. So maybe you should listen to it while you read. I don't know if it'll make a difference, good or bad, but maybe you'll get what I am saying easier. Though, I have no idea what I am saying either.
Um, ok. Really, here it is.
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I'm so tired of being here.
She walked down the hallway to her next class. The Golden Trio had broken up. Not even the two remaining stood together.
Suppressed by all my childish fears.
But for Hermione, it was different. She was afraid of being social, afraid she would lose someone dear to her again.
And if you have to leave.
Harry was gone. But he seemed to haunt her, everywhere she went. Her memories of him were still there, up on the surface. She couldn't believe that they would have no more adventures together.
I wish that you would just leave.
She wanted to be herself again. She was in such a deep state of depression, and she couldn't get herself out. She wanted to feel something other than pain.
You're presence still lingers here.
She heard someone call her name. She turned around, and saw it was Harry. He ran towards her, and hugged her. She was shocked.
"Hermione!" he said. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Huh?" she said.
"Where were you?!" he said, grinning.
"I guess I was just… lost. Hold on, I dropped something."
She bent down to pick it up, and when she came back up, he wasn't there.
And it won't leave me alone.
She looked around, searching. This had happened to her before. But it had seemed so… real. She saw a familiar face staring at her. She thought he might actually comfort her. But the face hardened, and walked away, leaving her to stare at the back of a red head.
These wounds won't seem to heal.
She sighed, and dropped her books. She went up the stairs, forgetting about her class. She went into the head girl's bathroom, and went in. She started scrubbing furiously, not knowing why. But it dawned on her that it was because she was trying to scrub away her pain. It didn't work.
This pain is just so real.
She came out, dried herself, and put on some clothes. Walking back to her room, she suddenly collapsed. She started sobbing furiously, hurting bad. She had never felt so much pain. Why is this happening to me, she thought.
There's just too much that time cannot erase.
She wanted the pain to stop. Her heart ached for something other than pain. All those years she had waited for them to be together, and they were. But then he died.
When you cried I'd wiped away all of your tears.
She remembered comforting him all those times. She remembered him comforting her that night, the night that he died. Now, when she needed him most—he was gone.
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears.
She remembered their adventures. The times she tried helping him. She remembered the Triwizard tournament, and how she taught him the "Accio" charm. She remembered when he won, when he had that glorious look of victory on her face, she thought, I helped do that. I helped making him so happy.
I've held your hand through all of these years.
Their adventures were her favorite memories. Standing next to him, defeating villains. They would never do that again.
But you still have—all of me.
She couldn't let go. Her love for him was too intense, too deep, and passionate. She knew this was not a teenage crush. This was love. True love that ended too soon.
You used to captivate me.
It was true, what Neville said. One look at him and she was determined to be his. He was charming, handsome, and brilliant. He was so perfect, even his flaws were perfection.** She was drawn to him, like a moth drawn to light. But, she remembered, the light also led to the moth's destruction.
By your resonating light.
He seemed to glow. His heroic composure made it that way. Maybe that was the source of her first attraction. She remembered the day he died, how he glowed after the had made love.
But now I am bound to the life you left behind.
His life was left unfinished. It was true, he had destroyed Voldermort, once and for all. But there was so much left behind. It was impossible to comprehend. The great Harry Potter was destroyed by Neville Longbottom, the class dunce. And it was because of her. The only reason why Hermione had not committed suicide was because of that. She wanted to live the rest of her life, for Harry.
Your face still haunts my once pleasant dreams/Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.
It was not only that. He had haunted her when she was awake as well. She often turned around in hallways, believing to hear his voice. She sometimes even went up to strangers, believing he was back.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone.
It was the unthinkable. He was gone. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was dead.
But you're still with me.
She sometimes thought that she felt his arms circle around him, his lips nuzzle her neck. She thought that he was still there, somehow. But inside, she knew it was a dream.
I've been alone all along.
A/N: Um, wow. That was the MOST I've ever written. I think it was because of the song. I made it so that each line (ok, except for two and the repeats) made a couple of sentences. So, uh, yeah.
Vinnyvampire: Lol. I seriously thought that everyone would get that. I tried to make it a surprise, but it's hard. So actually, I'm glad that you didn't know. See, now I can say that it worked on SOMEONE.
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Mione Lynn Potter: Thanks! I really didn't think it was that good. See, it came to me in a dream a while ago, and the first one I thought of was really a lot better (but I would not have been able to continue if people wanted). But I'm happy to see that this one is still good!
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Usha88: Thanks! Funny how you mentioned Ron, I was actually thinking about putting him as the villain. But, I couldn't as that would be too predictable. But—he is coming up! And he did make a brief appereance in this chapter.
**That line was too disgustingly sweet. I wanted to throw-up when I wrote it. I am serious. You see, I am usually a D/H shipper. But I think HP/HR is great too, especially when it's sort of a tragedy like this. Or when Harry is evil. But I had to write this, as it was bottled up in me.
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