WARNING: All the poems are mine. Use em, .. and I sue, but beside my
poetry, I own nothing else. .. W-ah!
When / close my eyes, is the most dangerous time, whenever I scream when things are changing, and fate is over rated, beware the calendar and year, you might have met your end.
" Hermione .." A man was saying her name. It wasn't her dad. Her dad would knock. It didn't sound like Ron, Harry, or even Voldemort, about to pour salt on her wounds, or put her under an imperious curse .. It didn't sound like Draco, or Lucius. It was soft, and kind, and warm completely. It wasn't sad. It was happy. Happy about what? Opening her eyes, she squinted, making out the face of Mr Malfoy.
" .. Im not much of a morning person."
" So I see, Princess. Well, get up. I ordered some room service."
" Oh. What?"
" I ordered some room service."
" Oh. What?"
He huffed, " Just get up."
She squinted, and fell back asleep. Sighing, he let her continue.
A multitude of possibilities. She had seen every possible outcome, and every possible failure. It had begun with Voldermort coming, and killing Lucius, and then looking into his terrible terrible face, before all was a blur, and she cried and cried, then holding a child. Who's child? Who could know? Then Draco was standing in front of her, then Ron, Her father, and then she was watching two people duel in front of her. She watched as the walls thinned and collapsed, rebuilt and reshaped, the grass turned green beneath her feet, brown, and she was suddenly every where at once, not standing in one place for over a minute. She watched as numerous curses were flung at her, as Voldemort appeared again and again, and then left, as each thing shifted and switched scenes, like the great acts of the London Theatre Company.
Snape was holding her in one, another her Father was telling her everything would be okay. Another, her mother screaming again, a little girl holding her hand, a blonde little Draco telling her to shut up, shut up! Everything, every possible outcome, until time seemed to continue every which way and forever. Each time she remembered her self, thinking, " Why? Why?"
Finally, a bright light, and then- blackness ..
" Her 'mione!"
My eyes shot open. That voice shouldn't be there.
" Who are you?"
" It's me, who else?"
I found myself to be sprawled in a tight ball form, lying in a corner, shaking.
" Her-my-own-knee! Come on." A hand was stroking my hair, sweeping it out of my eyes. Green eyes stared expectantly at me.
" This can't be true!" I cried. " It will all change! A lie!"
" It's over, I promise." He took my hand, and I began to shake. " I promise. Come on," he urged.
I felt a sort of dark look searching my eyes, but there was only happiness, " Mr Malfoy went back in time, with a whole bunch of the order. We established our own Utopia. You know? I took you with me this time. Im so sorry. They had to come get me, right before I died. I had to go back and take us both .. Im so sorry! I promise never to let you go again!" He gripped me tight around my arms, and I felt that feeling that had long ago been forgotten. It felt like everything, and every part of my mind was telling me to love him. I felt tat he loved me. I felt like everything, and hope. I held on to him, crying, and he whispered, " No crying, no crying .. Your not allowed to cry. It's over."
" They could come here any time, and ruin this."
Harry only smiled, " How can they get us here? In death?"
" Is everything gone?"
" Yes." He nodded.
" How .. did everyone feel it? Did everyone know?"
" Yes. Everyone who could rightly watch. And then .. we decided it was enough. Im sorry, don't cry .."
" It's not true. Is this true?" I whispered.
" It's true."
I cried in joy, and then when it had stopped , he said, " I love you so much. I choose to be with you. You choose this too, in your heart."
I could only smiled, " I guess I did."
Harry shook his head, " Doesn't matter. Were all together now. Ron will be visiting here soon."
" When?"
" Whenever he wishes."
" What has to happen now?" I said, not believing this at all.
" Nothing." And once again his boyish grin was lighting up his face; the one I haven't seen forever. And Im laughing. and crying, and finally believing, because forever, in darkness, I had forgotten that smile.
"Row, row, row your boat, gentely down the stream .. Merrilly merrilly merrilly merrilly, life is but a dream." - Unkown.
When / close my eyes, is the most dangerous time, whenever I scream when things are changing, and fate is over rated, beware the calendar and year, you might have met your end.
" Hermione .." A man was saying her name. It wasn't her dad. Her dad would knock. It didn't sound like Ron, Harry, or even Voldemort, about to pour salt on her wounds, or put her under an imperious curse .. It didn't sound like Draco, or Lucius. It was soft, and kind, and warm completely. It wasn't sad. It was happy. Happy about what? Opening her eyes, she squinted, making out the face of Mr Malfoy.
" .. Im not much of a morning person."
" So I see, Princess. Well, get up. I ordered some room service."
" Oh. What?"
" I ordered some room service."
" Oh. What?"
He huffed, " Just get up."
She squinted, and fell back asleep. Sighing, he let her continue.
A multitude of possibilities. She had seen every possible outcome, and every possible failure. It had begun with Voldermort coming, and killing Lucius, and then looking into his terrible terrible face, before all was a blur, and she cried and cried, then holding a child. Who's child? Who could know? Then Draco was standing in front of her, then Ron, Her father, and then she was watching two people duel in front of her. She watched as the walls thinned and collapsed, rebuilt and reshaped, the grass turned green beneath her feet, brown, and she was suddenly every where at once, not standing in one place for over a minute. She watched as numerous curses were flung at her, as Voldemort appeared again and again, and then left, as each thing shifted and switched scenes, like the great acts of the London Theatre Company.
Snape was holding her in one, another her Father was telling her everything would be okay. Another, her mother screaming again, a little girl holding her hand, a blonde little Draco telling her to shut up, shut up! Everything, every possible outcome, until time seemed to continue every which way and forever. Each time she remembered her self, thinking, " Why? Why?"
Finally, a bright light, and then- blackness ..
" Her 'mione!"
My eyes shot open. That voice shouldn't be there.
" Who are you?"
" It's me, who else?"
I found myself to be sprawled in a tight ball form, lying in a corner, shaking.
" Her-my-own-knee! Come on." A hand was stroking my hair, sweeping it out of my eyes. Green eyes stared expectantly at me.
" This can't be true!" I cried. " It will all change! A lie!"
" It's over, I promise." He took my hand, and I began to shake. " I promise. Come on," he urged.
I felt a sort of dark look searching my eyes, but there was only happiness, " Mr Malfoy went back in time, with a whole bunch of the order. We established our own Utopia. You know? I took you with me this time. Im so sorry. They had to come get me, right before I died. I had to go back and take us both .. Im so sorry! I promise never to let you go again!" He gripped me tight around my arms, and I felt that feeling that had long ago been forgotten. It felt like everything, and every part of my mind was telling me to love him. I felt tat he loved me. I felt like everything, and hope. I held on to him, crying, and he whispered, " No crying, no crying .. Your not allowed to cry. It's over."
" They could come here any time, and ruin this."
Harry only smiled, " How can they get us here? In death?"
" Is everything gone?"
" Yes." He nodded.
" How .. did everyone feel it? Did everyone know?"
" Yes. Everyone who could rightly watch. And then .. we decided it was enough. Im sorry, don't cry .."
" It's not true. Is this true?" I whispered.
" It's true."
I cried in joy, and then when it had stopped , he said, " I love you so much. I choose to be with you. You choose this too, in your heart."
I could only smiled, " I guess I did."
Harry shook his head, " Doesn't matter. Were all together now. Ron will be visiting here soon."
" When?"
" Whenever he wishes."
" What has to happen now?" I said, not believing this at all.
" Nothing." And once again his boyish grin was lighting up his face; the one I haven't seen forever. And Im laughing. and crying, and finally believing, because forever, in darkness, I had forgotten that smile.
"Row, row, row your boat, gentely down the stream .. Merrilly merrilly merrilly merrilly, life is but a dream." - Unkown.