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-Right Here in My Arms-
I sighed and unlocked the door to my flat, well, our flat. It was the flat I shared with my current boyfriend, though he wasn't my boyfriend at the time. We were friends and we moved in together after our Hogwarts graduation, two years ago. We now both work for the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Pheonix. I opened the door. Walking inside, I put my stuff down on the counter. "Honey, are you home yet?" I called out, hoping for an answer. "I'm in the living room" I heard him yell back. Sighing happily, I walked into the living room to find him lying down on the couch with his eyes closed. "Are you okay?" I asked him, concerned. I saw him smile. "I'm okay, just a bit tired. How was your day?" I sighed again. "Just stressful! But it's so much better now that I'm with you" He grinned. It was that lopsided grin he always has. I loved that grin. I leaned over and kissed him. "I love you, Hermione" He whispered to me. "I love you, too, Harry."
In case you've been wondering, Ron Weasley didn't live with us. He would have, but he was killed two years ago during a suprise attack at Hogwarts during our 7th year gradution. Ron Weasly wasn't the only one who died that night. Seamus Finnegan, Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang, Hannah Abbott and Parvati Patil also died that night, along with Professor Snape. That night was the night that Harry became determined to kill Voldemort, more than ever before, and he was going to win. I was so sure of it.
Two weeks after that night when I came home and found him on the couch was Harry's birthday. We spent all day together in Hogsmeade, like when we were kids at Hogwarts, just, this time, without Ron. That was the night Harry proposed. I, of course, accepted. That was back when we were so happy.
We were going to get married, and we would have, too, if 3 months later the war hadn't started. But it had. And Harry had to leave. I wanted nothing more than to go with him, to fight by his side, for Ron, for his parents, and for him. "It's too dangerous." He had said. He didn't want to put me in danger, and he had said it was foolish for him to have risked losing me at Hogwarts when I had gone with him to help.
I had fought with him for hours after that, but he won. He always won. He left after that, and I haven't seen him since. The war ended last week. We won, but we lost. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived had died in battle with Voldemort, or thats what the letter that I had recieved told me. In my heart, I knew this would happen. I knew I'd never see him again, and as much as I had begged and prayed for it not to happen, it did. He's dead. But as I sit here, with tears rolling down my cheek, I know I'll see him again, and I can't wait to be with him, and to have him with me again, right here in my arms.
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-Right Here in My Arms-
I sighed and unlocked the door to my flat, well, our flat. It was the flat I shared with my current boyfriend, though he wasn't my boyfriend at the time. We were friends and we moved in together after our Hogwarts graduation, two years ago. We now both work for the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Pheonix. I opened the door. Walking inside, I put my stuff down on the counter. "Honey, are you home yet?" I called out, hoping for an answer. "I'm in the living room" I heard him yell back. Sighing happily, I walked into the living room to find him lying down on the couch with his eyes closed. "Are you okay?" I asked him, concerned. I saw him smile. "I'm okay, just a bit tired. How was your day?" I sighed again. "Just stressful! But it's so much better now that I'm with you" He grinned. It was that lopsided grin he always has. I loved that grin. I leaned over and kissed him. "I love you, Hermione" He whispered to me. "I love you, too, Harry."
In case you've been wondering, Ron Weasley didn't live with us. He would have, but he was killed two years ago during a suprise attack at Hogwarts during our 7th year gradution. Ron Weasly wasn't the only one who died that night. Seamus Finnegan, Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang, Hannah Abbott and Parvati Patil also died that night, along with Professor Snape. That night was the night that Harry became determined to kill Voldemort, more than ever before, and he was going to win. I was so sure of it.
Two weeks after that night when I came home and found him on the couch was Harry's birthday. We spent all day together in Hogsmeade, like when we were kids at Hogwarts, just, this time, without Ron. That was the night Harry proposed. I, of course, accepted. That was back when we were so happy.
We were going to get married, and we would have, too, if 3 months later the war hadn't started. But it had. And Harry had to leave. I wanted nothing more than to go with him, to fight by his side, for Ron, for his parents, and for him. "It's too dangerous." He had said. He didn't want to put me in danger, and he had said it was foolish for him to have risked losing me at Hogwarts when I had gone with him to help.
I had fought with him for hours after that, but he won. He always won. He left after that, and I haven't seen him since. The war ended last week. We won, but we lost. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived had died in battle with Voldemort, or thats what the letter that I had recieved told me. In my heart, I knew this would happen. I knew I'd never see him again, and as much as I had begged and prayed for it not to happen, it did. He's dead. But as I sit here, with tears rolling down my cheek, I know I'll see him again, and I can't wait to be with him, and to have him with me again, right here in my arms.
Plleeaasssee Tell me what you think!!!