Memories Of Yesterday
By:
SEB
Harry and Hermione are about twenty-three in this story. It
is very very sad. has character death. H/HG no warnings
rated PG for violence.
Chapter one:
Hello
Playground school bell rings again
Blood rushed from Harry's face as a curse hit him in his side, forcing him to his knees,
as the world swam in his vision his attention was suddenly caught by a girl with bushy brown hair.
As if in a dream he watched Hermione turn to him, watched her realize that he was down, watched
her start to run towards him. When a blinding flash of green light enveloped her in its glow bending
her body into an almost graceful arc, then he saw her fall. He was not aware that he was
staggering to his feet. He heard someone scream and then he realized with shock it was him.
Firing curses wildly at the enemy he rushed toward her.
Rain Clouds Come to play again
Rain started to pour from the sky as he fell beside her, raindrops mingling with tears he was not
aware of shedding. He rocked her cold body talking whispering things in her ear how she would be
alright how he loved her. . . How he would never let her go. His fingers tangled in her matted and
bloody hair.
Has no one told you shes not breathing
Rocking, rocking, rocking
He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice in his ear
"She's gone Harry." He pushed the hand away, and ignored the words that were said and kept
rocking back and forth.
Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to hello
She's not gone I'm just dreaming,
Dreaming
Dreaming
Dreaming. . .
if I smile and don't believe soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Ron looked at him worriedly, "She's gone Harry she's dead." Harry looked back at him.
"She's not. I'm just dreaming, still dreaming."
Rocking, rocking, rocking.
don't try to fix me I'm not broken hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide don't cry
Rocking
Still dreaming
As he looked at her he realized how pale she was. He kneaded his forehead with his knuckles
Can't think. . .
Can't think. . .
His eyes widened with shock. He wasn't dreaming, it was real. It couldn't be real! He wouldn't let
it be real!
suddenly I know I'm not sleeping Hello I'm still here all thats left of yesterday
"Hermione, Hermione, No Hermione!" He was shouting insanely now, burying his face in her
blood spattered robes, he cried pitifully. Slowly he brought his eyes up to look at her cold face,
moving so that he was kneeling by her side he tenderly caressed her features with his
calloused hand, breath catching as he stared at the golden band that resided there, then
stood and walked away never looking back at his love,
At his wife.
One Stone Angel
Two Months Later in the middle of an October night a black haired man awakened from a
nightmare sobbing convulsively. Breathing hard he calmed himself.
Clutching at the wedding ring that hung from a chain at his neck, he rose from his bed, looking to
the mirror he saw ice in the emerald gaze that stared unblinkingly back at him.
Then he appearated away, appearing in field a single stone angel stood, the only monument to
his love.
Coming closer to the stone he was reminded once again of that night but only one tear escaped
his eye. Reading the stone for what seemed the two hundredth time, his face crumpled in pain as a
feeling of loss settling over him.
Hermione Jean Granger Potter -
beloved wife and daughter
fell asleep in Jesus. . .
He could not read the date. The date made it seem so cold, so impersonal.
One silent stone angel was his companion. One hundred wonderful memories his only solace.
The memories that flooded his mind were bittersweet, spilling over the carefully made barrier that
he had built around his heart. When had his love for her started? He didn't really know, it came
upon him so gradually that when he finally realized it, there was no shock in it. Shaking his head he
smiled wryly.
When he had walked away from the battlegrounds he had been surrounded by reporters, he
had been pierced by their questions, they had bit into him like flea's, mercilessly
tearing into tender flesh .
Flash Back
He was walking aimlessly the shock of loss slapping him in the face repeatedly, when the sounds
of the approaching crowd pulled him from his thoughts voices shouting at him;
a medley of insanity, questions weaving together wildly in unrecognizable patterns, untill one
simpering voice permeated the air, Rita Skeeter, "So Mr. Potter," she said, her voice mockingly
sympathetic, "How do you feel about your wife's death." Her words had made it more real then
ever. He did not answer. He just looked at her with terribly empty eyes.
Flash Forward
Looking into the ever smiling face of the stone angel, he recalled a time about two weeks after
Sirius's death, and when he had found out about the prophesy, he had broken down in the halls
on is way to transfiguration , started screaming at Ron and Hermione to get Sirius.
Over and over he screamed.
Flash Back
Ron had looked shell shocked, Hermione looked worried then she found her control. Telling Ron
to go to Transfiguration and tell Professor McGonagol that she and Harry would be absent in
class today that they would make-up the work. He had nodded dumbly and scampered off to
class part worried for his friend, part relieved to get away.
She had guided him to the abandoned common room, leading him to the couch in the farthest
corner. She had held him rocking him, cradling him in her arms as a mother would her child,
For a half an hour, she held him; comforting him, crying with him, most of all she was there
for him. He never forgot that day. There was something so personal about that day that he held it
only in his mind, he felt more for her in that moment, then for anyone he had ever known.
After a while he calmed down, slowly sitting up, he looked at her,
"Thank you."he said
"Your welcome." she said smiling wearily at him, just saying 'Thanks' didn't seem to be enough,
without thinking he brought up his hand till it was gently resting on her cheek, she smiled at him
once more.
He let his hand drop to his side. She stood and then helped him up, wrapping him into a hug.
He was slightly surprised to say the least when a glistening tear made its way down her face.
Rubbing her back he asked her; "Hermione, why are you crying? What's wrong?" he moved away,
tipping her chin so that she was looking him in the eye.
She freed herself from his grasp and started to pace, wringing her hands, then turning to him she
said, "You go through so much everyday, and somehow you manage to keep your control.
You suppress so much emotion." she sighed, "Then when you fall apart,
I know this is going to sound kind of stupid, but I blame myself for not helping you enough. For not
being able to keep you from hurting." He hadn't said anything during her short speech, and suddenly
crossed to where she stood, and gently griped her arms, staring at her in wonderment, "You
are the most amazing person I've ever met." He stated awe filling his voice.
She started to interrupt; "Harry. . ." but he didn't let her, saying; "You are so, wonderful. For the life
of me, I don't know what did to deserve you as a-a friend." When she answered her voice was
think with emotion, "Thank you Harry," after taking a moment to collect herself she said,
"And you Harry Potter, are quite the charmer." Her words were in jest but another tear threatened
to make it's way down her face.
Giving a mock bow, Harry gallantly offering her his arm, she took it in a flourish, saying, "If we hurry
we should be able to make it to Potions on time." when Harry laughed at her, she glared at him
playfully.
When she pointed her wand at his face he cowered theatrically,. She whispered "Clearusdeanum".
Pointing the wand at her own face she repeated the incantation, Harry watched inquisitively as all
the traces of tears disappeared.
"That's wicked, Hermione!" She smiled at him as they grabbed their school bags and climbed out
the portrait hole
Walking from the common room Harry reached across the distance between them to take her
hand in his.
flash forward
How he missed her.
Running calloused fingers across the angel's cold face he sighed sadly, then turned and made his
way home.
The Memories of Yesterday
Harry walked into his closet, glancing briefly at what had been designated as Hermione's Side
but something caught his eye, their was an edge of too familiar lace peaking over the corner of a small
black box, he just couldn't place why.
Lifting the lid of the box a gasp of air seemed to be pulled from him.
Hermione's wedding Vail,
As he ran his fingers over the material memories flooded back to him startling him with there clarity,
::Flash Back::
He looked tenderly up into Hermione's eyes and finally said it;
"I love you Hermione Granger.
Her eyes were shimmering in the soft light as she replied ever so softly,
" I love you to."
::Flash Forward::
And not to long after that he had asked her to marry him and she had said yes.
::Flash back::
The doors to the great hall had opened and suddenly Harry was seeing the most beautiful sight
known to man.
Walking in on her fathers arm was the woman he loved.
Their lives were joined.
He had never been happier in his whole life.
::.Flash Forward.::
Slowly Harry looked at his wedding band carefully examining the interior until he came upon these
words;
For love as strong as this shall last beyond eternity
She had engraved it herself (with a charm) early on the morning before their 1st anniversary while
Harry was still asleep.
Easily slipping it back on his finger without waking him.
And suddenly he knew that it was time to let go; not of her never of her, but
Of the bitterness that threatened to destroy him. Siting in the corner of his closet clutching
Hermione's Vail to his chest he cried as never before,
Memories so many memories
"I love you Harry, now and for always."
"I now pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss the bride"
"Oh Hermione," Harry suddenly proclaimed, his voice raspy from crying,
"I wish you were here with me and I want you to know that I will always love you,
how, I will miss you."
And somewhere in the distance a song began to play,
I close my eyes
and here there
in the shadows I
see your light
you come to me
out of my dreams
across the night
you take my hand
though you may be
so many stars away
I know that our spirits
and souls are one
we've circled the moon and we've
touched the sun
so here we'll stay for
always forever beyond
here and on to eternity for always forever
for us there's no time and no space no barrier
our love won't erase where ever you go I know
you'll still be with me from this day on I
certain that I'll never be alone I know what
my must have always known that love has a
power all its own that for always for ever
now we can fly and for always and always we
will go on beyond goodbye
for always
forever
beyond here
and on to eternity
for always and ever
you'll be a part of me
and for always forever a thousand tomorrow's
may cross the sky and always and always we
will go on beyond goodbye-
Josh Groban and Laura Fabian
for always
The End
This is kinda a ruff draft so I'm looking for some critics, you know help with errors that I missed.
I don't harry potter or any characters
or songs used in this story
By:
SEB
Harry and Hermione are about twenty-three in this story. It
is very very sad. has character death. H/HG no warnings
rated PG for violence.
Chapter one:
Hello
Playground school bell rings again
Blood rushed from Harry's face as a curse hit him in his side, forcing him to his knees,
as the world swam in his vision his attention was suddenly caught by a girl with bushy brown hair.
As if in a dream he watched Hermione turn to him, watched her realize that he was down, watched
her start to run towards him. When a blinding flash of green light enveloped her in its glow bending
her body into an almost graceful arc, then he saw her fall. He was not aware that he was
staggering to his feet. He heard someone scream and then he realized with shock it was him.
Firing curses wildly at the enemy he rushed toward her.
Rain Clouds Come to play again
Rain started to pour from the sky as he fell beside her, raindrops mingling with tears he was not
aware of shedding. He rocked her cold body talking whispering things in her ear how she would be
alright how he loved her. . . How he would never let her go. His fingers tangled in her matted and
bloody hair.
Has no one told you shes not breathing
Rocking, rocking, rocking
He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice in his ear
"She's gone Harry." He pushed the hand away, and ignored the words that were said and kept
rocking back and forth.
Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to hello
She's not gone I'm just dreaming,
Dreaming
Dreaming
Dreaming. . .
if I smile and don't believe soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Ron looked at him worriedly, "She's gone Harry she's dead." Harry looked back at him.
"She's not. I'm just dreaming, still dreaming."
Rocking, rocking, rocking.
don't try to fix me I'm not broken hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide don't cry
Rocking
Still dreaming
As he looked at her he realized how pale she was. He kneaded his forehead with his knuckles
Can't think. . .
Can't think. . .
His eyes widened with shock. He wasn't dreaming, it was real. It couldn't be real! He wouldn't let
it be real!
suddenly I know I'm not sleeping Hello I'm still here all thats left of yesterday
"Hermione, Hermione, No Hermione!" He was shouting insanely now, burying his face in her
blood spattered robes, he cried pitifully. Slowly he brought his eyes up to look at her cold face,
moving so that he was kneeling by her side he tenderly caressed her features with his
calloused hand, breath catching as he stared at the golden band that resided there, then
stood and walked away never looking back at his love,
At his wife.
One Stone Angel
Two Months Later in the middle of an October night a black haired man awakened from a
nightmare sobbing convulsively. Breathing hard he calmed himself.
Clutching at the wedding ring that hung from a chain at his neck, he rose from his bed, looking to
the mirror he saw ice in the emerald gaze that stared unblinkingly back at him.
Then he appearated away, appearing in field a single stone angel stood, the only monument to
his love.
Coming closer to the stone he was reminded once again of that night but only one tear escaped
his eye. Reading the stone for what seemed the two hundredth time, his face crumpled in pain as a
feeling of loss settling over him.
Hermione Jean Granger Potter -
beloved wife and daughter
fell asleep in Jesus. . .
He could not read the date. The date made it seem so cold, so impersonal.
One silent stone angel was his companion. One hundred wonderful memories his only solace.
The memories that flooded his mind were bittersweet, spilling over the carefully made barrier that
he had built around his heart. When had his love for her started? He didn't really know, it came
upon him so gradually that when he finally realized it, there was no shock in it. Shaking his head he
smiled wryly.
When he had walked away from the battlegrounds he had been surrounded by reporters, he
had been pierced by their questions, they had bit into him like flea's, mercilessly
tearing into tender flesh .
Flash Back
He was walking aimlessly the shock of loss slapping him in the face repeatedly, when the sounds
of the approaching crowd pulled him from his thoughts voices shouting at him;
a medley of insanity, questions weaving together wildly in unrecognizable patterns, untill one
simpering voice permeated the air, Rita Skeeter, "So Mr. Potter," she said, her voice mockingly
sympathetic, "How do you feel about your wife's death." Her words had made it more real then
ever. He did not answer. He just looked at her with terribly empty eyes.
Flash Forward
Looking into the ever smiling face of the stone angel, he recalled a time about two weeks after
Sirius's death, and when he had found out about the prophesy, he had broken down in the halls
on is way to transfiguration , started screaming at Ron and Hermione to get Sirius.
Over and over he screamed.
Flash Back
Ron had looked shell shocked, Hermione looked worried then she found her control. Telling Ron
to go to Transfiguration and tell Professor McGonagol that she and Harry would be absent in
class today that they would make-up the work. He had nodded dumbly and scampered off to
class part worried for his friend, part relieved to get away.
She had guided him to the abandoned common room, leading him to the couch in the farthest
corner. She had held him rocking him, cradling him in her arms as a mother would her child,
For a half an hour, she held him; comforting him, crying with him, most of all she was there
for him. He never forgot that day. There was something so personal about that day that he held it
only in his mind, he felt more for her in that moment, then for anyone he had ever known.
After a while he calmed down, slowly sitting up, he looked at her,
"Thank you."he said
"Your welcome." she said smiling wearily at him, just saying 'Thanks' didn't seem to be enough,
without thinking he brought up his hand till it was gently resting on her cheek, she smiled at him
once more.
He let his hand drop to his side. She stood and then helped him up, wrapping him into a hug.
He was slightly surprised to say the least when a glistening tear made its way down her face.
Rubbing her back he asked her; "Hermione, why are you crying? What's wrong?" he moved away,
tipping her chin so that she was looking him in the eye.
She freed herself from his grasp and started to pace, wringing her hands, then turning to him she
said, "You go through so much everyday, and somehow you manage to keep your control.
You suppress so much emotion." she sighed, "Then when you fall apart,
I know this is going to sound kind of stupid, but I blame myself for not helping you enough. For not
being able to keep you from hurting." He hadn't said anything during her short speech, and suddenly
crossed to where she stood, and gently griped her arms, staring at her in wonderment, "You
are the most amazing person I've ever met." He stated awe filling his voice.
She started to interrupt; "Harry. . ." but he didn't let her, saying; "You are so, wonderful. For the life
of me, I don't know what did to deserve you as a-a friend." When she answered her voice was
think with emotion, "Thank you Harry," after taking a moment to collect herself she said,
"And you Harry Potter, are quite the charmer." Her words were in jest but another tear threatened
to make it's way down her face.
Giving a mock bow, Harry gallantly offering her his arm, she took it in a flourish, saying, "If we hurry
we should be able to make it to Potions on time." when Harry laughed at her, she glared at him
playfully.
When she pointed her wand at his face he cowered theatrically,. She whispered "Clearusdeanum".
Pointing the wand at her own face she repeated the incantation, Harry watched inquisitively as all
the traces of tears disappeared.
"That's wicked, Hermione!" She smiled at him as they grabbed their school bags and climbed out
the portrait hole
Walking from the common room Harry reached across the distance between them to take her
hand in his.
flash forward
How he missed her.
Running calloused fingers across the angel's cold face he sighed sadly, then turned and made his
way home.
The Memories of Yesterday
Harry walked into his closet, glancing briefly at what had been designated as Hermione's Side
but something caught his eye, their was an edge of too familiar lace peaking over the corner of a small
black box, he just couldn't place why.
Lifting the lid of the box a gasp of air seemed to be pulled from him.
Hermione's wedding Vail,
As he ran his fingers over the material memories flooded back to him startling him with there clarity,
::Flash Back::
He looked tenderly up into Hermione's eyes and finally said it;
"I love you Hermione Granger.
Her eyes were shimmering in the soft light as she replied ever so softly,
" I love you to."
::Flash Forward::
And not to long after that he had asked her to marry him and she had said yes.
::Flash back::
The doors to the great hall had opened and suddenly Harry was seeing the most beautiful sight
known to man.
Walking in on her fathers arm was the woman he loved.
Their lives were joined.
He had never been happier in his whole life.
::.Flash Forward.::
Slowly Harry looked at his wedding band carefully examining the interior until he came upon these
words;
For love as strong as this shall last beyond eternity
She had engraved it herself (with a charm) early on the morning before their 1st anniversary while
Harry was still asleep.
Easily slipping it back on his finger without waking him.
And suddenly he knew that it was time to let go; not of her never of her, but
Of the bitterness that threatened to destroy him. Siting in the corner of his closet clutching
Hermione's Vail to his chest he cried as never before,
Memories so many memories
"I love you Harry, now and for always."
"I now pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss the bride"
"Oh Hermione," Harry suddenly proclaimed, his voice raspy from crying,
"I wish you were here with me and I want you to know that I will always love you,
how, I will miss you."
And somewhere in the distance a song began to play,
I close my eyes
and here there
in the shadows I
see your light
you come to me
out of my dreams
across the night
you take my hand
though you may be
so many stars away
I know that our spirits
and souls are one
we've circled the moon and we've
touched the sun
so here we'll stay for
always forever beyond
here and on to eternity for always forever
for us there's no time and no space no barrier
our love won't erase where ever you go I know
you'll still be with me from this day on I
certain that I'll never be alone I know what
my must have always known that love has a
power all its own that for always for ever
now we can fly and for always and always we
will go on beyond goodbye
for always
forever
beyond here
and on to eternity
for always and ever
you'll be a part of me
and for always forever a thousand tomorrow's
may cross the sky and always and always we
will go on beyond goodbye-
Josh Groban and Laura Fabian
for always
The End
This is kinda a ruff draft so I'm looking for some critics, you know help with errors that I missed.
I don't harry potter or any characters
or songs used in this story