I Loved Him
Hermione Potter
He couldn't take the pressure, he assumed after it was all over that no one would love him. He knew the prophecy; he and I studied it for a way out, anything. He trained with the greatest wizard in his eyes. He was mine. I never knew or fully understood his burden, I wished it was me, sometimes I think he wished it was me.
He went to all the funerals' of the ones he loved and I was by his side at all but one.
I would sit with him and just stare at a fire, we never laughed, or cried, we were numb. He couldn't take the pressure and all I could do was watch. He blocked out everything. I could here his sobs while he slept. He used to call out my name and I would obediently go to his dorm. I helped him through the deaths of the Order. I tried for the death of Ron and Ginny, but he helped me more. I secretly had my schoolgirl crush on him and I hated myself for it. He never asked more of me than he knew I could do. I knew it wasn't enough. He knew. Yet he was stilled ridiculed all during 5th year and the next he was expected to be their savoir. They did not deserve him. I did not deserve him. He went on mourning silently during day but screaming at night. I slept with him to comfort him. I always told myself we could never work out he was too good for me and I was useless but yet I still laid there with him and cuddled him to make him feel something, anything.
Over the summer of our 6th year I got up the courage to tell him how I felt, I went to Sirius' House and rushed through the front door to find Voldemort, dead. I went searching for him and found him lying on the floor in a room full of memories I saw pictures upon pictures looking at one person on the floor. I ran over only to see he was drenched in blood and could not tell who's it was. He looked up at me with sorrowful eyes and asked me why I didn't love him, I told him that I loved him for years and I was pregnant with his baby. His breathing became erratic and I had tears dripping off my face and cradled his in my arms. He croaked "Lily" and gave me his Quidditch ring. I gave him a nervous smile with tears running down more than ever and with every once of strength he had he gave me one last kiss, a loving kiss, and with that the boy who lived died in my arms.
I sobbed for hours until Dumbledore arrived and pried me away from my love, I screamed and kicked all the way back to Hogwarts. I knew Dumbledore could have easily stopped it but he didn't and he tried to explain everything but I didn't listen all I heard was my love committed suicide and I was the one who would have to explain everything to the world. I could not commit suicide because our baby needed me. I had to get away I would not face the world, no they did not deserve him. Diplomatic Hermoine was gone my love was dead. I left Hogwarts that day and I never looked back. I went home and packed my things quicker than I could imagine and found a letter from him on my desk. Cautiously I read it and it said he was so sorry he dragged me into this war and was going to end it. I continued, no one loved him 'I do why couldn't he see that?' He had to do it and he wanted me to move to a flat he bought for us? He told me to wear the ring and change my name to Potter he said sorry for no explanations but I would be happier without him. Goodbye Hermoine I will always love you. No good-byes Harry didn't I teach you better? You will be mine forever. You were not 'The Boy Who Lived' nor 'Dumbledore's Golden Boy'. You are my Harry Potter and I will never love another.
I will not tell Lily about his destruction I will tell him of the times of Ron, Harry and I. She will find out in time but not now. I loved him. I love him. Why couldn't he see that?
Hermione Potter
He couldn't take the pressure, he assumed after it was all over that no one would love him. He knew the prophecy; he and I studied it for a way out, anything. He trained with the greatest wizard in his eyes. He was mine. I never knew or fully understood his burden, I wished it was me, sometimes I think he wished it was me.
He went to all the funerals' of the ones he loved and I was by his side at all but one.
I would sit with him and just stare at a fire, we never laughed, or cried, we were numb. He couldn't take the pressure and all I could do was watch. He blocked out everything. I could here his sobs while he slept. He used to call out my name and I would obediently go to his dorm. I helped him through the deaths of the Order. I tried for the death of Ron and Ginny, but he helped me more. I secretly had my schoolgirl crush on him and I hated myself for it. He never asked more of me than he knew I could do. I knew it wasn't enough. He knew. Yet he was stilled ridiculed all during 5th year and the next he was expected to be their savoir. They did not deserve him. I did not deserve him. He went on mourning silently during day but screaming at night. I slept with him to comfort him. I always told myself we could never work out he was too good for me and I was useless but yet I still laid there with him and cuddled him to make him feel something, anything.
Over the summer of our 6th year I got up the courage to tell him how I felt, I went to Sirius' House and rushed through the front door to find Voldemort, dead. I went searching for him and found him lying on the floor in a room full of memories I saw pictures upon pictures looking at one person on the floor. I ran over only to see he was drenched in blood and could not tell who's it was. He looked up at me with sorrowful eyes and asked me why I didn't love him, I told him that I loved him for years and I was pregnant with his baby. His breathing became erratic and I had tears dripping off my face and cradled his in my arms. He croaked "Lily" and gave me his Quidditch ring. I gave him a nervous smile with tears running down more than ever and with every once of strength he had he gave me one last kiss, a loving kiss, and with that the boy who lived died in my arms.
I sobbed for hours until Dumbledore arrived and pried me away from my love, I screamed and kicked all the way back to Hogwarts. I knew Dumbledore could have easily stopped it but he didn't and he tried to explain everything but I didn't listen all I heard was my love committed suicide and I was the one who would have to explain everything to the world. I could not commit suicide because our baby needed me. I had to get away I would not face the world, no they did not deserve him. Diplomatic Hermoine was gone my love was dead. I left Hogwarts that day and I never looked back. I went home and packed my things quicker than I could imagine and found a letter from him on my desk. Cautiously I read it and it said he was so sorry he dragged me into this war and was going to end it. I continued, no one loved him 'I do why couldn't he see that?' He had to do it and he wanted me to move to a flat he bought for us? He told me to wear the ring and change my name to Potter he said sorry for no explanations but I would be happier without him. Goodbye Hermoine I will always love you. No good-byes Harry didn't I teach you better? You will be mine forever. You were not 'The Boy Who Lived' nor 'Dumbledore's Golden Boy'. You are my Harry Potter and I will never love another.
I will not tell Lily about his destruction I will tell him of the times of Ron, Harry and I. She will find out in time but not now. I loved him. I love him. Why couldn't he see that?