Title: Personal Jesus
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Summary: After the final battle Hermione realizes exactly how the wizarding world views her best friend.
Author's Notes: One-shot, ficlet, Songfic (Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus)
Disclaimer: Neither the song "Personal Jesus" nor any of the Harry Potter characters belong to me. Please don't sue, I've got no money and I will be sad if someone repossesses my goldfish.
Hermione's gaze looked out over the multitude of the crowd. The horde that stretched from the great entrance doors of Hogwarts pressed it back against the forbidden forest. Every able bodied witch and wizard lent their feet to the great quest of tramping the grass of Hogwarts' lawn.
What's left of it anyway
After the last battle between Voldermort's army and the un-originally named "Forces of Light" there hadn't been much grass to trample.
Hermione was torn from her contemplation of the crowd and final battle by the slowly opening great doors. From the relative darkness of Hogwarts' interior came the slowly marching Harry Potter. He carried his broom over his shoulder and Hermione fancied she could see a bulge in his pocket where her friends shrunken and much battered school trunk rested.
The crowd seemed to inhale collectively at the sight of their hero, then, all at once they reached towards him. Those whose backs pressed hard against the trees of the Forbidden Forest reached, though they could not possible touch him. The fortunate few who could, trailed their hands over any part they could reach, trying to capture the ethereal thing that made him special. Harry Potter's slow marched decreased in speed until she could detect no forward movement at all.
He has his broom why doesn't he just fly away.
In her mind bits and pieces of a song began to nibble at her thoughts:
...
Someone
to hear your prayers
Someone who's there ...
...Take second
best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to
confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver...
In the middle of the crowd Hermione saw a flash of green eyes, and in her mind echoed:
Reach out and touch faith
