Cell Mates - Chapter 7 - The Pains of Goodbye
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Author's Note: I know this took me awhile to write. I've been mad lazy. Just wanted to let ya'll know that I changed my nickname from Jaye to Shadow. Long story, I guess. I don't feel like explaining it. Just accept it as it is.
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Hermione and Draco remained sitting in the room, occasionaly glaring evilly up at each other through the silence. The stillness was broken by a quiet cough, and a shuffling of feet. Hermione did not know what to think anymore.
Everything had just hit her like a cold fist. She, Hermione Granger, Little Goody-two-shoes, had MURDERED her soon to be fiance. Now that she thought about it, she had really loved Harry. The way he looked when he was determined, and how he would always try and save his friends. But there was nothing he could do now, except look at the world from Heaven. He must have been so ashamed to see her almost kiss Malfoy.
If he was still here, she could only imagine the things he would say. But he'd NEVER come back, and reality sunk in slow. Somehow she hadn't managed to face it yet. It was all coming back. The sparkle in his eye, whenever she ran up and hugged him; even when he just said "I Love you". Tears started coming into her eyes, and she tried not to cry. . . not here, she couldn't. 'Think happy things'.
She thought of a nice cozy house in England, a rolling hillside in the backgroud. There was a Border collie running around the yard, followed soon after by a young toddler with messy dark brown hair. Then on the stoop sat Harry and Hermione cuddled up. . .she couldn't control it anymore. . .
Tears fell from her eyes again, this time, they wouldn't stop. She'd never have that happiness. She'd never have the bouncing toddler with the dark brown hair. The most horrible part of it all was that SHE did this herself. SHE herself, would be the cause of her own unhappiness.
By now Draco was staring at her, but she was avoiding his glance, and slumped slowly down to the floor, sobbing into the carpet. Not now was she going to look up to see if he cared. Because Hermione herself didn't care. She hated Draco Malfoy, and was already ashamed enough to have almost fallen for him. What the bloody hell was she thinking? It was a Malfoy for Merlin's sake!
She heard Draco get up and walk over to the bathroom. She banged her head on the floor wondering why this had to happen? Why couldn't she have gone on not knowing it was Draco? Not knowing she was a murderer? Unaware of the horrid history of her and Draco. . .She could be with Draco, the way he was without his memory. . .it didn't have to be this way. . .it was all just a bad dream.
A magazine fell from the bed above her, and hit her on the head hard. To her dismay it only made her realize it **wasn't* a dream, so she just cried harder. Draco walked over to her sobbing form on the ground. For a moment she thought he was going to apologize, or ask her what was wrong. Instead she got a crude reply "I am just taking my magazine back, Mudblood!". What else could you expect from a Malfoy?
Hermione didn't look up until there was a knock at the door. Whoever it was, she didn't care to open the door, she didn't want to speak with them. Draco however, was curious and let them in. Hermione just put her head back down again, sinking into phase of misery. She heard Draco address the man at the door, "Hello? May I help you?"
"We've just been informed that your memories have both been restored. Am I correct?" replied the man, in a deep booming voice.
"Yes" Draco replied shortly. "May I help you?"
The man was tall, and had gray hair. He was wearing midnight blue robes, and really disturbing yellow shoes. Hermione stiffled a laugh, what was up with this man's shoes? Maybe if she ever lost her sanity, she'd buy a pair like that as well. The managed to smile to herself, but was quickly reminded of the gravity of her whole situation.
Hermione's head was peeking up over the side of the bed, when she heard him reply: "Well we've been asked that we move you out of St. Mungos. . ."
"Thank God! Bye bye Mudblood!" he laughed a short evil laugh and looked at Hermione who just scowled. The man looked appauled by his behavior, but continued speaking. "As I was saying. . .you will be moved, but first there are orders from Dumbledore that you BOTH attend Mr. Harry Potter's funeral."
At the thought, Hermione cringed. The one she loved, lying motionless. . .lifeless. . .in a coffin. Everyone around them, dressed in black. . .an eternal goodbye. She tried to speak in protest, she couldn't bear to watch him disappear underground. But only a gulp came out.
Draco just snorted, "What a stupid order! I'm not going."
The man gave him a death glare, and Draco shuffled his feet a little, his face still emotionless. "Fine. . .If Dumbledore the great is making me, then by all means I must obey his majesty!" he replied sarcastically.
The man gave another appalled look towards Draco, and headed out the door. On the way out Draco sarcastically hollered "Nice yellow shoes, Mister!". The man paid no heed to the boy and briskly walked down the hallway.
Draco slammed the door shut admist his frustration. "Great, Granger!" he raved "Just when I thought I was getting out of here. Getting away from YOU. . .i find out we have to attend YOUR bloody fiance's funeral. He really was such a prat. . .what did you ever see in that boy anyway?"
"Stuff it Malfoy" she replied, now angered. "How dare you say that? You never even knew him, you were to busy admiring your reflection!"
"I was not! At least I was RESPECTED in school. You were just the pitiful goody-two-shoes Mudblood on campus!" he replied haughtily
"The respect people gave you was a lie. They only respected you because you'd curse their arses off if they didn't. Why are we fighting over this Malfoy? Hogwarts ended 4 Years ago. . .just let it go."
"You brought it up."
"Did not." She crossed her arms and turned away.
"Fine. Ignore me Mudblood. See what I care?"
Hermione didn't answer. She just took the little items she had stored in the dressers, and packed them into a small duffle bag. She picked out a attractive black dress to wear to the funeral. It had long sleeves, that frayed out at the bottom, and it had many layers of black silk underneath. It was cut v-neck style, and she had a perfect pair of black laceup heels to match perfectly. She wanted to look the best for her lover's funeral.
Draco was meanwhile doing the same, but in a less orderly fashion. He apparently didn't care much about the funeral of Harry Potter, so he wore a hunter green button down shirt and black pants. It sort of looked more casual then sad. But then again, could one actually expect Draco Malfoy to be happy at the death of Harry Potter? Point made.
They remained in silence until a different man came to escort them to their carriage. Hermione had tripped over her feet while getting into the carriage, causing her to stumble on Draco. "Watch it." He snapped "Don't get all touchy feely on me Granger."
"I'd rather stick a fork in my eye and then eat it, Malfoy." Hermione spat back, getting rather furious with him in general. The carriage ride seemed to last forever, when all that was heard was the clicking of the gigantic white horse's hooves. They soon got to the cemetery. It was a dark spring day.
It wasn't one of those days with the flowers budding, and the children laughing, as the sun shines on the newly greened leaves. It was dreary, and the puddles were lapping her feet as she tried to avoid them. The rain was drizzling down, and the skies were an endless mass of gray. She put a coat on to cover her head and her dress. Draco just walked out in the rain, carelessly. It didn't seem to bother him much.
Suddenly a familiar face appeared from behind an oak tree. "Hermione?" she turned around to see the unforgettable face of Ronald Weasley. She ran up to him and hugged him "Oh My God! Ron! Its been so long!"
"I know! Its such a shame . . .i am so sorry about Harry. I just wish we knew who the killer was. . ." Hermione turned away quickly. Apparently word of WHO the murderer was, had not gotten out to the press yet. Ron quickly said "'Mione, I'm soo sorry I brought it up. . .um. . .I married Snape!"
Hermione looked up shocked. "You did WHAT?"
Suddenly a robed man swished behind Ron. "Mr. Weasley, I suggest that you don't spread any more rumors regarding my sexuality, or that I would ever engage in such activities with the likes of you."
Ron blushed "Honestly. . .i was just trying to cheer her up!" he said quickly to his ex-professor.
"Amusing." he said sarcastically, and turned quickly away.
Hermione just started laughing, "That . . .was PRICELESS, Ron!" she smiled and playfully punched him. She turned to see Draco standing by some tombstone, the usual scowl plastered on his face. "Who would have thought, Ron and Snape."
"Well. . .what can I say, he's magically delicious!" Ron rolled his eyes, and smiled.
"Glad you came, Ron." Hermione said, truly grateful for the first real laugh in awhile.
"Anytime 'Mione." All of a sudden Hermione heard a shrill far off voice cry "RONALD WEASLEY, GET OVER HERE THIS INSTANCE!"
"Who was that?" Hermione asked.
Ron just blushed "My mum. It's sad, no matter how old I get, she's still on my case. Catch ya later, Okay?"
Hermione just nodded, and sauntered off to meet more ex-classmates before the ceremony started. She had run into Goyle, who was dressed in a horrible muggle fashion. He had somehow found himself wearing a pair of black slippers and a woman's pajama top, along with black jeans. She chuckled to herself, to see just how deranged he had turned out.
She comforted Colin Creevey, who was under the awning of the Funeral Home, holding old pictures of Harry, with sadness in his voice and tears in his eyes. He had made doubles of the photos and gave Hermione a copy of them all. Most of the photographs were of them together. Ever since their 6th year, they had been inseperatable.
Each one brought a fresh stream of tears to her eyes, as Colin quietly comforted her. "I didn't mean to make you cry. . ." he apologized.
"No, its okay Colin, I'm glad you did." Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes and put the pictures into her bag. They talked about general topics, like occupations and travel. It turns out that Colin married Parvati, and they had one baby girl named Vanessa. After some time, she hugged him goodbye and promised to keep in touch.
~*~ Saying Goodbye~*~
The Ceremony was officially about to begin. There were a lot of lawn chairs scattered about the area of his burial, since it was a large group attending.People had still turned up despite the lousy weather. There was a podium situated on a small hill overlooking the chairs. The wizard in charge of the ceremony called her up "Ma'am I know you are the fiancée of the young gentleman, would you like to make a tribute speech?"
The thought scared her. 'Do it for Harry' she argued. So she agreed, and she made her way through the damp grass and stood at the podium. Hermione waited until all got silent, then spoke directly from her heart.
"The reason Harry Potter, my fiance, is lying in a tomb today. . .
Is because of me. I loved him with all my heart. . .more than anybody could ever
Have imagined. . .But he's dead, and its my fault. I had lost my memory. . .I don't know
How, I don't know who, and I don't know where. But that night, I killed my love. That
Night, I ruined our chances of winning this war. That night . . .i lost a part of me I'll
Never get back. I owe all of you the truth, on why our beloved friend lies here today. . .
You can hate me if you want, I already hate myself. But I owe it to you, to tell the cold
Hard facts. "
Hermione stopped as the rain started falling harder. Her hair was now soaked and matted against her face, but she took avantage of the silent crowd to finish her speech. The tears starting falling from her eyes again, but it no longer hindered her.
" I especially want to thank you all for coming here today. Harry would have appricated to
see you all here, and I know we all miss him. I have here, some pictures given to me by
Mr. Creevey. . .i will assure that they be made into a loving tribute to Harry. He was
The loyalist friend I could have hoped to have, and the greatest love I could have
Ever hoped to achieve. That is all I have to say. God Bless your souls."
Hermione stepped down from the podium. She didn't know how she came up with that speech, but everything she said.she meant every word of it. And the more she repeated the words in her head, the more the tears stung her eyes.
Her dress was now ruined and she looked over at the wizards and witches seated in the chairs. Some looked shocked, some looked dazed, while others also began to cry. But none of this mattered. All that mattered was that soon and very soon, Harry Potter would be lowered into the ground, where he would remain for all time.
The same wizard that asked her to speak now called attention to the others. They quieted down after some time, and gathered closer to the gravesite. Several close friends put flowers on the grave, along with a heartfelt prayer. Hermione came last. She dropped down 4 white roses and said quietly "What I have done to you will haunt me for all time. The guilt will never leave me, because I really loved you. Goodbye, Harry.watch over me in Heaven. . ."
Hermione fell to her knees on the wet grass. Seamus Finnigan saw her and ran over to help her up. "Its okay, Hermione! Come sit down." She pried him away. She didn't want to sit down. "No!" she shouted. Seamus backed away, scared. And so be it, Hermione watched slowly as the coffin was closed and lowered into the freshly dug dirt. It was officially the last time she'd ever see him. She turned on her heel and walked away. It was too much to take.
She ran past Draco, and he stopped her. "Sorry. . .um. . .about what happened. Pretty good speech, Granger."
"How terribly out of character." She replied sarcastically. "aren't you going to call me a Mudblood? Or make fun of my parentage or my hair? Look, Malfoy I don't have time for this"
"Suit yourself." He said, and proceded to follow her.
"Malfoy, stop following me, will you?"
"Don't take it as a compliment. Dumbledore told me we had to stay together until he got to the bottom of this situation. So bascially we're stuck together!" He said, frustrated. "Just when I thought I got away. . ."
"Whatever, just lets get going. I don't have time for this."
~*~DUMBLEDORE.dun dun dun..~*~
Dumbledore was solemnly sitting on the porch of the funeral home, eating lemon taffy. He offered the young adults a piece, but they both declined. "Well. . .I see we meet again." He said, in a dreary tone. "I'm sorry, Hermione" he patted her on the back.
Hermione just nodded silently and Dumbledore spoke "You both remember how to apparate now, don't you?" The two nodded as Dumbledore told them where to apparate to. They soon found themselves at the Headmaster's living quarters. It was a nice sized house, not too big even. But it sure as hell looked elegant. They made their way up the stone steps and Dumbledore led them to separate rooms. . .unfortunatley right next to each other. "Settle in now."
Hermione got to her bed and all of the pain and suffering she went through today speared her like a knife. She gave up all hope and silently whispered "Bring on the rain" before falling into a troubled sleep.
~*~In Honduras~*~
It was a scorching hot day, not typically suitable for the Dark Lord, but however, he found himself exploring Latin America. He had just came from a torture session of some muggles in Venezuela. "Master. . .why are we in Honduras!?!?!"
"How many times must I tell you, Wormtail, you insignifigant slime!?!?" Voldemort retorted "I can do anything and go wherever I want. I happen to like Latin America, and the music is quite good, don't you think?" He was referring to the Ricky Martin concert he (and Wormtail) snuck into two nights ago. Of course this was followed by senseless muggle torture and Tacos-to-Go. (Lol im sorry this was so out of character!)
"What are we doing now? More Ricky Martin sing alongs? Please don't make me sing along again, Master!" Wormtail pleaded.
"Silence. I have something better!"
"Enrique Inglesias?" he said, naming another muggle singer.
"Shut up!" the Dark Lord snapped "We're going to get to put the Imperius curse on Mr. Malfoy, I'd like to see what he's been thinking lately." He said a few mysterious spells under his breath and then "IMPERIO"
(a/n: Voldemort can put the curse on people, even if they are far away. He figured out a new technology. I didn't have time to explain it before.)
All of a sudden Draco was under his command, and he had the magic of the talking Diary. Little did Draco & Hermione know,that whenever they were talking back to their diaries. They were talking to the Dark Lord.
He used the power of the curse to speak to Draco. *Hello, Boy. Write in your Diary**
'I feel like shit. No.' Draco responded in his head.
*Do it. Do it. Do it Do it.**
Draco eventually caved in and got out the diary and a quill pen. The diary, aka Voldie wrote first. * Hello Draco. Don't curse at me this time. I'd like to ask you a few questions. May I?*
'Whatever.'
**How do u feel about Hermione Granger?**
'That smartypants Mudblood? I don't feel about her. I try to ignore her existence.' Draco wrote back, quickly
**I remember I time when you tried to kiss her. . .and before you say any more, I am all knowing**
'Then I plead temporary insanity. What is with the questions, Diary?"
**I've been told I'm very nosy**
'You can say that again.'
**I've been told I'm very nosy** Voldemort laughed evilly. Playing with people's thoughts were so sinister, yet so magnificently amusing!
'Shut up.'
**C'mon you must have felt bad for Hermione some time. . .**
'Well yeah. . .but if you ever tell my father I'm hanging you from a ceiling fan.' Draco wrote in big bold letters. 'Only a little bit. . .okay? Just a little.'
**Oh shit! Gotta run.nice talking to you.**
'Strange invention.' Draco said before closing the book.
Voldemort closed his diary and started to cackle again, he was overcome with such a rush of pure evilness, it actually felt good. Well to Voldemort, evil was good's equivilant. Wormtail just gave him a queasy look, and managed to say "Good job, Master. What do we do now?"
"Let's go clubbing, then we'll terrorize a muggle town before the next Death Eater meeting. Sound fun?"
Wormtail managed to squeak out "Erm. . .yes." Sometimes he just didn't understand his master.
~*~ Meanwhile, Draco is denying the point of his existence, while Hermione is sleeping, wishing she didn't exist, while Voldemort is busting a move at a club (I know its OoC but I like it! W/e).what will happen next time? Oh wouldn't u like to know ~*~
What I wanna know...
-Angsty? I Don't think so, but gimme ur opinion.
-Sad?
-Long Enough?
-In Character, with exception of Voldemort?
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Author's Note: I know this took me awhile to write. I've been mad lazy. Just wanted to let ya'll know that I changed my nickname from Jaye to Shadow. Long story, I guess. I don't feel like explaining it. Just accept it as it is.
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Hermione and Draco remained sitting in the room, occasionaly glaring evilly up at each other through the silence. The stillness was broken by a quiet cough, and a shuffling of feet. Hermione did not know what to think anymore.
Everything had just hit her like a cold fist. She, Hermione Granger, Little Goody-two-shoes, had MURDERED her soon to be fiance. Now that she thought about it, she had really loved Harry. The way he looked when he was determined, and how he would always try and save his friends. But there was nothing he could do now, except look at the world from Heaven. He must have been so ashamed to see her almost kiss Malfoy.
If he was still here, she could only imagine the things he would say. But he'd NEVER come back, and reality sunk in slow. Somehow she hadn't managed to face it yet. It was all coming back. The sparkle in his eye, whenever she ran up and hugged him; even when he just said "I Love you". Tears started coming into her eyes, and she tried not to cry. . . not here, she couldn't. 'Think happy things'.
She thought of a nice cozy house in England, a rolling hillside in the backgroud. There was a Border collie running around the yard, followed soon after by a young toddler with messy dark brown hair. Then on the stoop sat Harry and Hermione cuddled up. . .she couldn't control it anymore. . .
Tears fell from her eyes again, this time, they wouldn't stop. She'd never have that happiness. She'd never have the bouncing toddler with the dark brown hair. The most horrible part of it all was that SHE did this herself. SHE herself, would be the cause of her own unhappiness.
By now Draco was staring at her, but she was avoiding his glance, and slumped slowly down to the floor, sobbing into the carpet. Not now was she going to look up to see if he cared. Because Hermione herself didn't care. She hated Draco Malfoy, and was already ashamed enough to have almost fallen for him. What the bloody hell was she thinking? It was a Malfoy for Merlin's sake!
She heard Draco get up and walk over to the bathroom. She banged her head on the floor wondering why this had to happen? Why couldn't she have gone on not knowing it was Draco? Not knowing she was a murderer? Unaware of the horrid history of her and Draco. . .She could be with Draco, the way he was without his memory. . .it didn't have to be this way. . .it was all just a bad dream.
A magazine fell from the bed above her, and hit her on the head hard. To her dismay it only made her realize it **wasn't* a dream, so she just cried harder. Draco walked over to her sobbing form on the ground. For a moment she thought he was going to apologize, or ask her what was wrong. Instead she got a crude reply "I am just taking my magazine back, Mudblood!". What else could you expect from a Malfoy?
Hermione didn't look up until there was a knock at the door. Whoever it was, she didn't care to open the door, she didn't want to speak with them. Draco however, was curious and let them in. Hermione just put her head back down again, sinking into phase of misery. She heard Draco address the man at the door, "Hello? May I help you?"
"We've just been informed that your memories have both been restored. Am I correct?" replied the man, in a deep booming voice.
"Yes" Draco replied shortly. "May I help you?"
The man was tall, and had gray hair. He was wearing midnight blue robes, and really disturbing yellow shoes. Hermione stiffled a laugh, what was up with this man's shoes? Maybe if she ever lost her sanity, she'd buy a pair like that as well. The managed to smile to herself, but was quickly reminded of the gravity of her whole situation.
Hermione's head was peeking up over the side of the bed, when she heard him reply: "Well we've been asked that we move you out of St. Mungos. . ."
"Thank God! Bye bye Mudblood!" he laughed a short evil laugh and looked at Hermione who just scowled. The man looked appauled by his behavior, but continued speaking. "As I was saying. . .you will be moved, but first there are orders from Dumbledore that you BOTH attend Mr. Harry Potter's funeral."
At the thought, Hermione cringed. The one she loved, lying motionless. . .lifeless. . .in a coffin. Everyone around them, dressed in black. . .an eternal goodbye. She tried to speak in protest, she couldn't bear to watch him disappear underground. But only a gulp came out.
Draco just snorted, "What a stupid order! I'm not going."
The man gave him a death glare, and Draco shuffled his feet a little, his face still emotionless. "Fine. . .If Dumbledore the great is making me, then by all means I must obey his majesty!" he replied sarcastically.
The man gave another appalled look towards Draco, and headed out the door. On the way out Draco sarcastically hollered "Nice yellow shoes, Mister!". The man paid no heed to the boy and briskly walked down the hallway.
Draco slammed the door shut admist his frustration. "Great, Granger!" he raved "Just when I thought I was getting out of here. Getting away from YOU. . .i find out we have to attend YOUR bloody fiance's funeral. He really was such a prat. . .what did you ever see in that boy anyway?"
"Stuff it Malfoy" she replied, now angered. "How dare you say that? You never even knew him, you were to busy admiring your reflection!"
"I was not! At least I was RESPECTED in school. You were just the pitiful goody-two-shoes Mudblood on campus!" he replied haughtily
"The respect people gave you was a lie. They only respected you because you'd curse their arses off if they didn't. Why are we fighting over this Malfoy? Hogwarts ended 4 Years ago. . .just let it go."
"You brought it up."
"Did not." She crossed her arms and turned away.
"Fine. Ignore me Mudblood. See what I care?"
Hermione didn't answer. She just took the little items she had stored in the dressers, and packed them into a small duffle bag. She picked out a attractive black dress to wear to the funeral. It had long sleeves, that frayed out at the bottom, and it had many layers of black silk underneath. It was cut v-neck style, and she had a perfect pair of black laceup heels to match perfectly. She wanted to look the best for her lover's funeral.
Draco was meanwhile doing the same, but in a less orderly fashion. He apparently didn't care much about the funeral of Harry Potter, so he wore a hunter green button down shirt and black pants. It sort of looked more casual then sad. But then again, could one actually expect Draco Malfoy to be happy at the death of Harry Potter? Point made.
They remained in silence until a different man came to escort them to their carriage. Hermione had tripped over her feet while getting into the carriage, causing her to stumble on Draco. "Watch it." He snapped "Don't get all touchy feely on me Granger."
"I'd rather stick a fork in my eye and then eat it, Malfoy." Hermione spat back, getting rather furious with him in general. The carriage ride seemed to last forever, when all that was heard was the clicking of the gigantic white horse's hooves. They soon got to the cemetery. It was a dark spring day.
It wasn't one of those days with the flowers budding, and the children laughing, as the sun shines on the newly greened leaves. It was dreary, and the puddles were lapping her feet as she tried to avoid them. The rain was drizzling down, and the skies were an endless mass of gray. She put a coat on to cover her head and her dress. Draco just walked out in the rain, carelessly. It didn't seem to bother him much.
Suddenly a familiar face appeared from behind an oak tree. "Hermione?" she turned around to see the unforgettable face of Ronald Weasley. She ran up to him and hugged him "Oh My God! Ron! Its been so long!"
"I know! Its such a shame . . .i am so sorry about Harry. I just wish we knew who the killer was. . ." Hermione turned away quickly. Apparently word of WHO the murderer was, had not gotten out to the press yet. Ron quickly said "'Mione, I'm soo sorry I brought it up. . .um. . .I married Snape!"
Hermione looked up shocked. "You did WHAT?"
Suddenly a robed man swished behind Ron. "Mr. Weasley, I suggest that you don't spread any more rumors regarding my sexuality, or that I would ever engage in such activities with the likes of you."
Ron blushed "Honestly. . .i was just trying to cheer her up!" he said quickly to his ex-professor.
"Amusing." he said sarcastically, and turned quickly away.
Hermione just started laughing, "That . . .was PRICELESS, Ron!" she smiled and playfully punched him. She turned to see Draco standing by some tombstone, the usual scowl plastered on his face. "Who would have thought, Ron and Snape."
"Well. . .what can I say, he's magically delicious!" Ron rolled his eyes, and smiled.
"Glad you came, Ron." Hermione said, truly grateful for the first real laugh in awhile.
"Anytime 'Mione." All of a sudden Hermione heard a shrill far off voice cry "RONALD WEASLEY, GET OVER HERE THIS INSTANCE!"
"Who was that?" Hermione asked.
Ron just blushed "My mum. It's sad, no matter how old I get, she's still on my case. Catch ya later, Okay?"
Hermione just nodded, and sauntered off to meet more ex-classmates before the ceremony started. She had run into Goyle, who was dressed in a horrible muggle fashion. He had somehow found himself wearing a pair of black slippers and a woman's pajama top, along with black jeans. She chuckled to herself, to see just how deranged he had turned out.
She comforted Colin Creevey, who was under the awning of the Funeral Home, holding old pictures of Harry, with sadness in his voice and tears in his eyes. He had made doubles of the photos and gave Hermione a copy of them all. Most of the photographs were of them together. Ever since their 6th year, they had been inseperatable.
Each one brought a fresh stream of tears to her eyes, as Colin quietly comforted her. "I didn't mean to make you cry. . ." he apologized.
"No, its okay Colin, I'm glad you did." Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes and put the pictures into her bag. They talked about general topics, like occupations and travel. It turns out that Colin married Parvati, and they had one baby girl named Vanessa. After some time, she hugged him goodbye and promised to keep in touch.
~*~ Saying Goodbye~*~
The Ceremony was officially about to begin. There were a lot of lawn chairs scattered about the area of his burial, since it was a large group attending.People had still turned up despite the lousy weather. There was a podium situated on a small hill overlooking the chairs. The wizard in charge of the ceremony called her up "Ma'am I know you are the fiancée of the young gentleman, would you like to make a tribute speech?"
The thought scared her. 'Do it for Harry' she argued. So she agreed, and she made her way through the damp grass and stood at the podium. Hermione waited until all got silent, then spoke directly from her heart.
"The reason Harry Potter, my fiance, is lying in a tomb today. . .
Is because of me. I loved him with all my heart. . .more than anybody could ever
Have imagined. . .But he's dead, and its my fault. I had lost my memory. . .I don't know
How, I don't know who, and I don't know where. But that night, I killed my love. That
Night, I ruined our chances of winning this war. That night . . .i lost a part of me I'll
Never get back. I owe all of you the truth, on why our beloved friend lies here today. . .
You can hate me if you want, I already hate myself. But I owe it to you, to tell the cold
Hard facts. "
Hermione stopped as the rain started falling harder. Her hair was now soaked and matted against her face, but she took avantage of the silent crowd to finish her speech. The tears starting falling from her eyes again, but it no longer hindered her.
" I especially want to thank you all for coming here today. Harry would have appricated to
see you all here, and I know we all miss him. I have here, some pictures given to me by
Mr. Creevey. . .i will assure that they be made into a loving tribute to Harry. He was
The loyalist friend I could have hoped to have, and the greatest love I could have
Ever hoped to achieve. That is all I have to say. God Bless your souls."
Hermione stepped down from the podium. She didn't know how she came up with that speech, but everything she said.she meant every word of it. And the more she repeated the words in her head, the more the tears stung her eyes.
Her dress was now ruined and she looked over at the wizards and witches seated in the chairs. Some looked shocked, some looked dazed, while others also began to cry. But none of this mattered. All that mattered was that soon and very soon, Harry Potter would be lowered into the ground, where he would remain for all time.
The same wizard that asked her to speak now called attention to the others. They quieted down after some time, and gathered closer to the gravesite. Several close friends put flowers on the grave, along with a heartfelt prayer. Hermione came last. She dropped down 4 white roses and said quietly "What I have done to you will haunt me for all time. The guilt will never leave me, because I really loved you. Goodbye, Harry.watch over me in Heaven. . ."
Hermione fell to her knees on the wet grass. Seamus Finnigan saw her and ran over to help her up. "Its okay, Hermione! Come sit down." She pried him away. She didn't want to sit down. "No!" she shouted. Seamus backed away, scared. And so be it, Hermione watched slowly as the coffin was closed and lowered into the freshly dug dirt. It was officially the last time she'd ever see him. She turned on her heel and walked away. It was too much to take.
She ran past Draco, and he stopped her. "Sorry. . .um. . .about what happened. Pretty good speech, Granger."
"How terribly out of character." She replied sarcastically. "aren't you going to call me a Mudblood? Or make fun of my parentage or my hair? Look, Malfoy I don't have time for this"
"Suit yourself." He said, and proceded to follow her.
"Malfoy, stop following me, will you?"
"Don't take it as a compliment. Dumbledore told me we had to stay together until he got to the bottom of this situation. So bascially we're stuck together!" He said, frustrated. "Just when I thought I got away. . ."
"Whatever, just lets get going. I don't have time for this."
~*~DUMBLEDORE.dun dun dun..~*~
Dumbledore was solemnly sitting on the porch of the funeral home, eating lemon taffy. He offered the young adults a piece, but they both declined. "Well. . .I see we meet again." He said, in a dreary tone. "I'm sorry, Hermione" he patted her on the back.
Hermione just nodded silently and Dumbledore spoke "You both remember how to apparate now, don't you?" The two nodded as Dumbledore told them where to apparate to. They soon found themselves at the Headmaster's living quarters. It was a nice sized house, not too big even. But it sure as hell looked elegant. They made their way up the stone steps and Dumbledore led them to separate rooms. . .unfortunatley right next to each other. "Settle in now."
Hermione got to her bed and all of the pain and suffering she went through today speared her like a knife. She gave up all hope and silently whispered "Bring on the rain" before falling into a troubled sleep.
~*~In Honduras~*~
It was a scorching hot day, not typically suitable for the Dark Lord, but however, he found himself exploring Latin America. He had just came from a torture session of some muggles in Venezuela. "Master. . .why are we in Honduras!?!?!"
"How many times must I tell you, Wormtail, you insignifigant slime!?!?" Voldemort retorted "I can do anything and go wherever I want. I happen to like Latin America, and the music is quite good, don't you think?" He was referring to the Ricky Martin concert he (and Wormtail) snuck into two nights ago. Of course this was followed by senseless muggle torture and Tacos-to-Go. (Lol im sorry this was so out of character!)
"What are we doing now? More Ricky Martin sing alongs? Please don't make me sing along again, Master!" Wormtail pleaded.
"Silence. I have something better!"
"Enrique Inglesias?" he said, naming another muggle singer.
"Shut up!" the Dark Lord snapped "We're going to get to put the Imperius curse on Mr. Malfoy, I'd like to see what he's been thinking lately." He said a few mysterious spells under his breath and then "IMPERIO"
(a/n: Voldemort can put the curse on people, even if they are far away. He figured out a new technology. I didn't have time to explain it before.)
All of a sudden Draco was under his command, and he had the magic of the talking Diary. Little did Draco & Hermione know,that whenever they were talking back to their diaries. They were talking to the Dark Lord.
He used the power of the curse to speak to Draco. *Hello, Boy. Write in your Diary**
'I feel like shit. No.' Draco responded in his head.
*Do it. Do it. Do it Do it.**
Draco eventually caved in and got out the diary and a quill pen. The diary, aka Voldie wrote first. * Hello Draco. Don't curse at me this time. I'd like to ask you a few questions. May I?*
'Whatever.'
**How do u feel about Hermione Granger?**
'That smartypants Mudblood? I don't feel about her. I try to ignore her existence.' Draco wrote back, quickly
**I remember I time when you tried to kiss her. . .and before you say any more, I am all knowing**
'Then I plead temporary insanity. What is with the questions, Diary?"
**I've been told I'm very nosy**
'You can say that again.'
**I've been told I'm very nosy** Voldemort laughed evilly. Playing with people's thoughts were so sinister, yet so magnificently amusing!
'Shut up.'
**C'mon you must have felt bad for Hermione some time. . .**
'Well yeah. . .but if you ever tell my father I'm hanging you from a ceiling fan.' Draco wrote in big bold letters. 'Only a little bit. . .okay? Just a little.'
**Oh shit! Gotta run.nice talking to you.**
'Strange invention.' Draco said before closing the book.
Voldemort closed his diary and started to cackle again, he was overcome with such a rush of pure evilness, it actually felt good. Well to Voldemort, evil was good's equivilant. Wormtail just gave him a queasy look, and managed to say "Good job, Master. What do we do now?"
"Let's go clubbing, then we'll terrorize a muggle town before the next Death Eater meeting. Sound fun?"
Wormtail managed to squeak out "Erm. . .yes." Sometimes he just didn't understand his master.
~*~ Meanwhile, Draco is denying the point of his existence, while Hermione is sleeping, wishing she didn't exist, while Voldemort is busting a move at a club (I know its OoC but I like it! W/e).what will happen next time? Oh wouldn't u like to know ~*~
What I wanna know...
-Angsty? I Don't think so, but gimme ur opinion.
-Sad?
-Long Enough?
-In Character, with exception of Voldemort?
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