My Definition of Love
Chapter 1... Memories Drenched in Salt
By: Mikairi
Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful world that JKR has amazingly created... Harry Potter, of course, belongs to her and this story is non-profit.
A Remus and Hermione fic, an idea that's been floating in my head for months.... )
They say that love is the strongest bond in existence. That no other power can compare or take its place. They say it is what we live for and die for. If this is so, then life without love is cold, empty, and meaningless. They say that love can heal worn hearts; purify and renew. It is the greatest of all luxuries, and for many, the greatest of all necessities. Why is love the most sought after of things, I asked. And they said that love is indestructible, that it has the ability to bend and flex under strain, yet never snap. They told me that love can endure; through pain and sorrow, war and distance, through poverty, and through death. I asked them if love could endure through time, through years, decades, centuries... If it is true, it will last, but only if it is true, they answered, but, on many occasions, time is love's destructive rust.
And I remembered those words to this very day. I etched them into my memory, never to forget. Because I believed them, at least, for a while. Don't be mistaken, I do believe in love, deeply and completely. What I don't believe is that time destroys love, that it wears on it like a destructive rust. I am here recalling those words spoken long ago because my love has out lasted time, and from my experience, I know it always will. Love, as I know it, is strong, patient, and healing. But most importantly, my love is everlasting. My name is Hermione Jane Granger, and I don't need to be told what real love is-by ANYONE-because I know for myself.
..August 17, 1998..
The tears that clung to her lashes clouded her vision, making everything appear blurred at the edges. The dull candlelight did not aid her in her need to see clearly, as it flickered, casting shadows that seemed to hop along the walls. The lump in her throat was so swollen she knew she would never speak another word again. At least, not about him. Her face felt cold and sticky, though she had given up trying to dry it. There would just be more tears to stain her cheeks. She couldn't remember how long she had been crying for, the tears had not yet ceased, like two steady streams winding their way along the curve of her nose; a predestined path.
Her long brown curls were tangled and unkempt. They draped over her shoulders, almost comfortingly as she stood, her gaze locked on the only material memory she had of him. The sky that night was a rich royal blue, as if its only purpose was to support the several small diamonds that rested, glittering, upon it. And in the center was the greatest gem of them all, cut in the shape of his face. This night was in memory of him, because he was now one of the fallen. Yet, he hadn't fallen at all, she thought, because there he lay high upon the velvet blue, glowing brightly, where he could watch over her, always. It wasn't the man on the moon that smiled down upon her and the rest of the world, it was her man of the moon, who rose ever so slightly and gave the dark night it's only bit of light. She closed her eyes, allowing the streams a momentary break as she remembered, and couldn't help but smile. She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock that chimed rather rudely, disturbing the respectful silence during his memorial.
She sighed and drifted away from the window where she flopped on to her bed, not caring that her muddy shoes were still clamped soggily to her feet, nor that her scarf and coat were doing their very best to suffocate her. Her eyes lingered on the great gem through the opened curtains, until sleep washed over her, much like the streams that did not dry up, even while she dreamt...of him once again.
A/N: Well what do you think? It's only the first chapter, things will make sense soon lol.
reviews make my writing worth while )
-:- Mikairi -:-