Gems in the eyes of the world
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the plot. And maybe some characters that shall appear later in the story. Also do not own the song or the lyrics at the beginning of this chapter that goes to a website called musicsonglyrics.com. The song is by the Spice Girls and was their last single - Goodbye.
The genre of this story may contain a bit of fantasy as well as what it is now.
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO MY DEAR REVIEWER (S):
~ Ainariel-Helyanwe ~ Thank you for reviewing! You're my first reviewer for this fic, and for that, I want to thank you even more! Lol thanks again! :D
~ Alanpatty07 ~ Thanks for reviewing! And no, I didn't really mean gems, as in tears; I meant gems, as in, gems. Lol, you'll see why soon! Yeah, I accidentally put it in the summary cus I forgot about my author note, I'm stupid that way! Lol, and you hope Harry will die? Ek! I don't even know if Harry's going to die or not . . .
~Eventuality ~ Thanks!! I know I say it to everyone, but I always mean it! Hope you enjoy this chapter!! And review ^.~
~Loah ~ Here's the next chapter, I hope you like it . . . I'm actually PRAYING you'll like it . . . you seem very hard to satisfy . . . (please, please, please, please, please!) Lol thanks for reviewing by the way.
~Happigolucki616 ~ Lol, yeah it was mysterious, kind of . . . its going to be dark, kind of . . . so be warned! There may be more deaths etc. so remember, no laughs! I know I'm laughing now but really I have no idea why . . .
~LythTaeraneth ~ Thank you for reviewing! And you never know, Harry could get better and Hermione and him could get together . . . but rest assured, that's not going to happen! Thanks for reviewing Butt Big, it means a lot! Hope you'll enjoy this chapter!
~Avid Reader ~ I'm guessing you don't like dark? Well, I apologise in advance because this fic might be dark, I'm not really sure to be honest. Thanks for reviewing!
~ Some12 ~ Thanks for reviewing! And no, she isn't ever going to summit suicide cus' she just doesn't think like that, in this fic anyway. But she is very thoughtful, maybe over thoughtful, but still! Lol, I didn't really understand that last question you asked, very confusing . . .
~Burgundyred ~ Lol, yeah, I'm praying that this fic will be okay, but I'm not very sure. The plot of it isn't really as . . . inspirational (?) as Butt Big's was, so you know. This chapter is . . . developing . . . I think that's the word. Thanks for reviewing by the way!
~NewSecretRose ~ Hehe, you were very funny, actually, cut that, you always are very funny! Don't worry about the confusion though, I always confuse myself . . . which is probably why you're confused . . . now did that actually make any sense whatsoever? Hmm . . . I'm off to think now, thanks for reviewing!
~Smileyface1314 ~ Hehe, thanks! I had a funny feeling that you would like this fic, you know, cus' I think you like more serious stuff and all! She's not going to commit suicide I'm afraid, the 'DIE!' part was because she felt so guilty about Harry and the others, so she thought dying was what Harry and the others would want.
~ShortStuff10 ~ Thanks for the review! Lol, and when I re-read that chapter, I did think it was like Gollum, but it was intended when I first wrote it, no. You updated? Okay, I should have read it by now, but if I haven't then I WILL! I promise!
Chapter two
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- 'No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
~
Listen little child, there will come a day
When you will be able, able to say
Never mind the pain, or the aggravation
You know there's a better way, for you and me to be
~
Look for the rainbow in every storm
Fly like an angel, heaven sent to me
~
Goodbye my friend
I know you're gone, you said you're gone
But I can still feel you here
It's not the end
Gotta keep it strong
Before the pain turns into fear
~
So glad we made it
Time will never change it, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
~
Just a little girl, big imagination
Never letting no-one take it away
Went into the world (into the world)
What a revelation
She found there's a better way
For you and me to be
~
Look for the rainbow in every storm
Find out for certain, love's gonna be there for you
You'll always be someone's baby ~
Goodbye my friend
I know you're gone, you said you're gone
But I can still feel you here
It's not the end
You gotta keep it strong
Before the pain turns into fear ~
So glad we made it
Time will never change it, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
You know it's time to say goodbye
No, no, no, no
~
The times when we would play about
The way we used to scream and shout
We never dreamt you'd go your own sweet way
~
Look for the rainbow in every storm
Find out for certain, love's gonna be there for you
You'll always be someone's baby ~
Goodbye my friend
I know you're gone, you said you're gone
But I can still feel you here
It's not the end
You gotta keep it strong
Before the pain turns into fear
~
So glad we made it
Time will never, never, ever change it
No, no, no, no
You know it's time to say goodbye
No, no, no, no
And don't forget you can rely
No, no, no, no
You know it's time to say goodbye
And don't forget on me you can rely
No, no, no, no
I will help you, help you on your way
I will be with you everyday
No, no, no, no
I will be with you everyday
No, no, no, no
I will be with you everyday.' Hermione listened to the music that they were playing. She was holding her wine loosely in her hands as all the guests in the great hall (at Hogwarts) tried to comfort Parvati, Dean, Lavender and Seamus's family members.
She had been invited to the funeral party, and although this song wasn't exactly funeral material, Parvati wanted it to be played, as it was always one of Lavender's favourites. Hermione didn't know why she had come, she wanted to cry, to sink her head into her pillow like she had done that day at the hospital. It didn't help that the funeral was held late at night when she was too tired to think things through properly.
She couldn't cry now, no, that'll steal Parvati's and Mr and Mrs Brown's thunder, and everyone would fuss over her. That was the least she could do for the poor girl. Maybe she should leave, but if she left now, she'd have to talk to Dean and Parvati (as they had organised the funeral for their best friends). . . well, then she'd have to do that. She strode up to them before she could change her mind.
"Erm, hi, Dean, Parvati, Mr and Mrs Brown, Mr and Mrs Finnegan, I have to go now, it was a lovely funeral."
Dean nodded as Parvati burst into tears again. The adults tried to comfort her as Dean turned, smiling a weak and rather forced smile at her.
"Hermione, promise me one thing."
"Yes Dean?" She would promise him anything, she just wanted to leave right now.
"You'll avenge Seamus and Lavender for us? Kick those deatheaters butts for us, we know you can!!!"
Hermione nodded and smiled weakly. How could she back out of the war now? They wanted her to help Harry, when she was the one that put Harry there in the first place. She didn't want to fight anymore, and she knew that she would go to any lengths to not be part of this war. Maybe even suicide. No, suicide would only bring the end of her life, she wanted to live freely, have a few kids, some cats, a wonderful husband, that kind of thing.
She quickly apparated to her street before either of them could see her tears.
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The streets were dark and the street lamps only made everything more eerie to Hermione. The stars were nowhere in sight and the moon was hidden behind a large clump of trees. She shivered in her coat and decided to turn into a nearby alleyway to take a shortcut to her London flat. Yes, she had her own flat bought from the money she inherited from her Great Grandma. As she had graduated from Hogwarts, she had always lived there.
Her footsteps echoed on the hard pavement and she paused as she heard a whisper somewhere near her. She reached for her wand in her coat pocket and listened more carefully.
"Granger?"
The voice was barely audible but she recognised it immediately. It was the person who had helped cause her capture, it was the one and only Draco Malfoy. Her mind filled with fury and she stormed to where she thought he was, and she was, of course, correct. But as she saw the state of him, she couldn't stay angry with him.
His hair was (for once) not perfectly gelled back, his clothes were dirty and ripped but what shocked her the most was that he had blood dripping down the side of his face. Hermione knelt down immediately and pulled out her hanky. She wiped the blood gently from his face revealing a large cut. He winced and opened his eyes wider to try and see her better.
"Malfoy don't move."
"I can't move even if I want to mudblood."
Hermione abruptly stood up, the bloody hanky still in her hand. She seriously considered leaving him there to die for a second but then something hit her. What if he had caused all her years at Hogwarts to be a misery?? What if he was the one that had caused her abduction that led to the death of her two friends?? He was still a person, a living thing, and a human being. He didn't deserve to die, no matter what he did, and she would never forgive herself if he did die. That would be another person added to her list of 'How many deaths she had caused'.
She crouched back down and used her wand to levitate him, making sure that no muggles were around. Even if there were the occasional muggle around, she didn't care, this WAS AN EMERGENCY.
"What are you -
"Malfoy shut up if you want to live."
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Hermione's flat was only on the second floor, which was good as she didn't have to levitate Draco as much. She was kind of glad that the funeral was set at night, otherwise muggles would be everywhere. They would freak if they saw a man bleeding to death FLOATING for god's sake.
She quickly used her free hand to unlock the front door and floated Draco carefully into her bedroom (he was nearly DYING, he should at least die comfortably on a bed rather than on her skanky second hand - although it was leather - couch). He groaned as she accidentally placed him on the King sized, blue duvet bed too hard. It was obvious he was aching all over.
She rolled up the sleeves of her maroon jumper - the one Mrs Weasley had given her last Christmas. She mumbled some long spells that she had been taught by Madam Pomfrey when she had requested her to teach her how to heal. That quality could be extremely helpful when it came to fighting. Like, fighting against the force, the force of evil, the evil of Voldemort, oh what to do . . . no.
She couldn't drift off; she needed to concentrate for the sake of Malfoy's life. Why she even wanted to save him so much was a mystery to her - 'you're a nice person Hermione, if it wasn't him, you'd save the other person too.' She thought.
She mumbled the spells as best she could - she had only learnt them a month earlier, and her training still wasn't complete anyway, but they didn't call her the smartest witch in Gryffindor for nothing.
"Granger . . ."
With her free hand, she put her hand over Draco's mouth. It would be best if he didn't speak, to retain his strength for the task in hand (and to stop him throwing any useless insults at her). She finished the spell and left the room to find some sleeping potion. When she returned, she found that Draco was staring straight at her - from the moment she walked into the same room as him.
Right from their unfortunate first meeting, she had known that there was something special about his eyes . . . they seemed to always be hiding some sort of emotion, but the strange thing wasn't that, it was the fact that it seemed if he didn't want anyone to know what he felt, he wouldn't show it in his eyes, but he could easily let you into a deep dark secret if he wanted to - all through his eyes.
At this moment, Hermione nearly dropped her bottle of sleeping potion. His eyes were silvery-blue and DEFINITELY telling her one message, that he was grateful and couldn't be more thankful towards her, even if he would never actually say it.
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Hermione opened her eyes. They met with the beautiful sky, the moon round and shining, the stars bright and alight. She watched it; her eyes steady as they filled with tears.
The world, the earth . . . they were all so wonderful and yet this was the first time she had actually appreciated it properly. When she was younger, she had always just knew the earth was THERE, but never actually sat and thanked God for everything she had. Maybe she should have, she didn't know, it was too late anyway.
She looked above to the stars from her window and thought about the past. That first time she had seen the wondrous figure of Hogwarts, Harry and Ron - all the laughs she had shared with them, the many times they had all survived the clutches of death. Everything . . . seemed so . . . distant and far away, like it had all been a dream, and everything was now reality, a horrible reality of war.
How do we know that we're not dreaming, and that our dreams aren't our reality?? The problem was that, she, and nobody else in this world, knew of the answer.
She smelt the fresh air of her open window, as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Why was she crying? For the simple reason that at that precise moment, she realised that the world was a beautiful place. She wanted to live freely, like she did when she was 10. She didn't want to be the leader of a war, the minister of the ministry, she wanted to be . . . normal. She didn't necessarily want to live her life as a muggle - she loved magic and had studied it for too long to give it up completely. She just wanted to live a normal life as a witch, not all witches and wizards had to be part of the war - the fighting part anyway. Some were able to hide away until it was over. Why couldn't she be one of those women? Why did she have to be the female warrior all the time?
She placed her head into her hands and wiped the tears away. If this was one of the last times she could just sit and appreciate the world around her then she might as well enjoy it as much as she could.
Her digital clock on her desk read 3 am. She had returned from the funeral at about 10:30, but it had taken many hours to at least stop Draco bleeding to death. He had snapped at her for trying to get him into St. Mungos, he said that they would only ask him petty questions. Hermione had tried to ask him what had caused the giant scratch on the side of his face - that would be permanent. He had glared at her for asking and started insulting her instead of answering.
She smiled, remembering the last words of wisdom that her Great grandma had told her just before she died in her hospital bed - "To every cloud, is a silver lining Hermione. Always look for that line."
Be optimistic; always look on the good side . . . but all she wanted now was for peace and a normal life. She just . . . didn't want this war to happen, but she knew that no matter how much ANYBODY tried, it was impossible for peace all over the world. People were always disagreeing with each other, some just hungry for power - like Voldemort.
A crack in the hall signalled that someone had apparated into her flat. She frowned - who could be calling at this time of hour?
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Longer than the last chapter - I'm sure. If anyone knows how a flat works (in England) pray tell - I do not, and have never seen, let alone lived in a flat before, know how one works. Do you ring the bell then there's a receiver actually in the flat, or do you press some sort of button?
Love, peace, pigs and fanfics,
~ILUVRONWEASLEY ^@^
PS. Okay, ignore my last 'PS', I realised that I actually put the pairing in the summary, so really, I am stupid, I deleted that bit from the summary, but now I'm adding again!
PPS. Future chapters may contain soppiness. I shall try and contain myself *wince *
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the plot. And maybe some characters that shall appear later in the story. Also do not own the song or the lyrics at the beginning of this chapter that goes to a website called musicsonglyrics.com. The song is by the Spice Girls and was their last single - Goodbye.
The genre of this story may contain a bit of fantasy as well as what it is now.
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO MY DEAR REVIEWER (S):
~ Ainariel-Helyanwe ~ Thank you for reviewing! You're my first reviewer for this fic, and for that, I want to thank you even more! Lol thanks again! :D
~ Alanpatty07 ~ Thanks for reviewing! And no, I didn't really mean gems, as in tears; I meant gems, as in, gems. Lol, you'll see why soon! Yeah, I accidentally put it in the summary cus I forgot about my author note, I'm stupid that way! Lol, and you hope Harry will die? Ek! I don't even know if Harry's going to die or not . . .
~Eventuality ~ Thanks!! I know I say it to everyone, but I always mean it! Hope you enjoy this chapter!! And review ^.~
~Loah ~ Here's the next chapter, I hope you like it . . . I'm actually PRAYING you'll like it . . . you seem very hard to satisfy . . . (please, please, please, please, please!) Lol thanks for reviewing by the way.
~Happigolucki616 ~ Lol, yeah it was mysterious, kind of . . . its going to be dark, kind of . . . so be warned! There may be more deaths etc. so remember, no laughs! I know I'm laughing now but really I have no idea why . . .
~LythTaeraneth ~ Thank you for reviewing! And you never know, Harry could get better and Hermione and him could get together . . . but rest assured, that's not going to happen! Thanks for reviewing Butt Big, it means a lot! Hope you'll enjoy this chapter!
~Avid Reader ~ I'm guessing you don't like dark? Well, I apologise in advance because this fic might be dark, I'm not really sure to be honest. Thanks for reviewing!
~ Some12 ~ Thanks for reviewing! And no, she isn't ever going to summit suicide cus' she just doesn't think like that, in this fic anyway. But she is very thoughtful, maybe over thoughtful, but still! Lol, I didn't really understand that last question you asked, very confusing . . .
~Burgundyred ~ Lol, yeah, I'm praying that this fic will be okay, but I'm not very sure. The plot of it isn't really as . . . inspirational (?) as Butt Big's was, so you know. This chapter is . . . developing . . . I think that's the word. Thanks for reviewing by the way!
~NewSecretRose ~ Hehe, you were very funny, actually, cut that, you always are very funny! Don't worry about the confusion though, I always confuse myself . . . which is probably why you're confused . . . now did that actually make any sense whatsoever? Hmm . . . I'm off to think now, thanks for reviewing!
~Smileyface1314 ~ Hehe, thanks! I had a funny feeling that you would like this fic, you know, cus' I think you like more serious stuff and all! She's not going to commit suicide I'm afraid, the 'DIE!' part was because she felt so guilty about Harry and the others, so she thought dying was what Harry and the others would want.
~ShortStuff10 ~ Thanks for the review! Lol, and when I re-read that chapter, I did think it was like Gollum, but it was intended when I first wrote it, no. You updated? Okay, I should have read it by now, but if I haven't then I WILL! I promise!
Chapter two
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- 'No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
~
Listen little child, there will come a day
When you will be able, able to say
Never mind the pain, or the aggravation
You know there's a better way, for you and me to be
~
Look for the rainbow in every storm
Fly like an angel, heaven sent to me
~
Goodbye my friend
I know you're gone, you said you're gone
But I can still feel you here
It's not the end
Gotta keep it strong
Before the pain turns into fear
~
So glad we made it
Time will never change it, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
~
Just a little girl, big imagination
Never letting no-one take it away
Went into the world (into the world)
What a revelation
She found there's a better way
For you and me to be
~
Look for the rainbow in every storm
Find out for certain, love's gonna be there for you
You'll always be someone's baby ~
Goodbye my friend
I know you're gone, you said you're gone
But I can still feel you here
It's not the end
You gotta keep it strong
Before the pain turns into fear ~
So glad we made it
Time will never change it, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
You know it's time to say goodbye
No, no, no, no
~
The times when we would play about
The way we used to scream and shout
We never dreamt you'd go your own sweet way
~
Look for the rainbow in every storm
Find out for certain, love's gonna be there for you
You'll always be someone's baby ~
Goodbye my friend
I know you're gone, you said you're gone
But I can still feel you here
It's not the end
You gotta keep it strong
Before the pain turns into fear
~
So glad we made it
Time will never, never, ever change it
No, no, no, no
You know it's time to say goodbye
No, no, no, no
And don't forget you can rely
No, no, no, no
You know it's time to say goodbye
And don't forget on me you can rely
No, no, no, no
I will help you, help you on your way
I will be with you everyday
No, no, no, no
I will be with you everyday
No, no, no, no
I will be with you everyday.' Hermione listened to the music that they were playing. She was holding her wine loosely in her hands as all the guests in the great hall (at Hogwarts) tried to comfort Parvati, Dean, Lavender and Seamus's family members.
She had been invited to the funeral party, and although this song wasn't exactly funeral material, Parvati wanted it to be played, as it was always one of Lavender's favourites. Hermione didn't know why she had come, she wanted to cry, to sink her head into her pillow like she had done that day at the hospital. It didn't help that the funeral was held late at night when she was too tired to think things through properly.
She couldn't cry now, no, that'll steal Parvati's and Mr and Mrs Brown's thunder, and everyone would fuss over her. That was the least she could do for the poor girl. Maybe she should leave, but if she left now, she'd have to talk to Dean and Parvati (as they had organised the funeral for their best friends). . . well, then she'd have to do that. She strode up to them before she could change her mind.
"Erm, hi, Dean, Parvati, Mr and Mrs Brown, Mr and Mrs Finnegan, I have to go now, it was a lovely funeral."
Dean nodded as Parvati burst into tears again. The adults tried to comfort her as Dean turned, smiling a weak and rather forced smile at her.
"Hermione, promise me one thing."
"Yes Dean?" She would promise him anything, she just wanted to leave right now.
"You'll avenge Seamus and Lavender for us? Kick those deatheaters butts for us, we know you can!!!"
Hermione nodded and smiled weakly. How could she back out of the war now? They wanted her to help Harry, when she was the one that put Harry there in the first place. She didn't want to fight anymore, and she knew that she would go to any lengths to not be part of this war. Maybe even suicide. No, suicide would only bring the end of her life, she wanted to live freely, have a few kids, some cats, a wonderful husband, that kind of thing.
She quickly apparated to her street before either of them could see her tears.
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The streets were dark and the street lamps only made everything more eerie to Hermione. The stars were nowhere in sight and the moon was hidden behind a large clump of trees. She shivered in her coat and decided to turn into a nearby alleyway to take a shortcut to her London flat. Yes, she had her own flat bought from the money she inherited from her Great Grandma. As she had graduated from Hogwarts, she had always lived there.
Her footsteps echoed on the hard pavement and she paused as she heard a whisper somewhere near her. She reached for her wand in her coat pocket and listened more carefully.
"Granger?"
The voice was barely audible but she recognised it immediately. It was the person who had helped cause her capture, it was the one and only Draco Malfoy. Her mind filled with fury and she stormed to where she thought he was, and she was, of course, correct. But as she saw the state of him, she couldn't stay angry with him.
His hair was (for once) not perfectly gelled back, his clothes were dirty and ripped but what shocked her the most was that he had blood dripping down the side of his face. Hermione knelt down immediately and pulled out her hanky. She wiped the blood gently from his face revealing a large cut. He winced and opened his eyes wider to try and see her better.
"Malfoy don't move."
"I can't move even if I want to mudblood."
Hermione abruptly stood up, the bloody hanky still in her hand. She seriously considered leaving him there to die for a second but then something hit her. What if he had caused all her years at Hogwarts to be a misery?? What if he was the one that had caused her abduction that led to the death of her two friends?? He was still a person, a living thing, and a human being. He didn't deserve to die, no matter what he did, and she would never forgive herself if he did die. That would be another person added to her list of 'How many deaths she had caused'.
She crouched back down and used her wand to levitate him, making sure that no muggles were around. Even if there were the occasional muggle around, she didn't care, this WAS AN EMERGENCY.
"What are you -
"Malfoy shut up if you want to live."
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Hermione's flat was only on the second floor, which was good as she didn't have to levitate Draco as much. She was kind of glad that the funeral was set at night, otherwise muggles would be everywhere. They would freak if they saw a man bleeding to death FLOATING for god's sake.
She quickly used her free hand to unlock the front door and floated Draco carefully into her bedroom (he was nearly DYING, he should at least die comfortably on a bed rather than on her skanky second hand - although it was leather - couch). He groaned as she accidentally placed him on the King sized, blue duvet bed too hard. It was obvious he was aching all over.
She rolled up the sleeves of her maroon jumper - the one Mrs Weasley had given her last Christmas. She mumbled some long spells that she had been taught by Madam Pomfrey when she had requested her to teach her how to heal. That quality could be extremely helpful when it came to fighting. Like, fighting against the force, the force of evil, the evil of Voldemort, oh what to do . . . no.
She couldn't drift off; she needed to concentrate for the sake of Malfoy's life. Why she even wanted to save him so much was a mystery to her - 'you're a nice person Hermione, if it wasn't him, you'd save the other person too.' She thought.
She mumbled the spells as best she could - she had only learnt them a month earlier, and her training still wasn't complete anyway, but they didn't call her the smartest witch in Gryffindor for nothing.
"Granger . . ."
With her free hand, she put her hand over Draco's mouth. It would be best if he didn't speak, to retain his strength for the task in hand (and to stop him throwing any useless insults at her). She finished the spell and left the room to find some sleeping potion. When she returned, she found that Draco was staring straight at her - from the moment she walked into the same room as him.
Right from their unfortunate first meeting, she had known that there was something special about his eyes . . . they seemed to always be hiding some sort of emotion, but the strange thing wasn't that, it was the fact that it seemed if he didn't want anyone to know what he felt, he wouldn't show it in his eyes, but he could easily let you into a deep dark secret if he wanted to - all through his eyes.
At this moment, Hermione nearly dropped her bottle of sleeping potion. His eyes were silvery-blue and DEFINITELY telling her one message, that he was grateful and couldn't be more thankful towards her, even if he would never actually say it.
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Hermione opened her eyes. They met with the beautiful sky, the moon round and shining, the stars bright and alight. She watched it; her eyes steady as they filled with tears.
The world, the earth . . . they were all so wonderful and yet this was the first time she had actually appreciated it properly. When she was younger, she had always just knew the earth was THERE, but never actually sat and thanked God for everything she had. Maybe she should have, she didn't know, it was too late anyway.
She looked above to the stars from her window and thought about the past. That first time she had seen the wondrous figure of Hogwarts, Harry and Ron - all the laughs she had shared with them, the many times they had all survived the clutches of death. Everything . . . seemed so . . . distant and far away, like it had all been a dream, and everything was now reality, a horrible reality of war.
How do we know that we're not dreaming, and that our dreams aren't our reality?? The problem was that, she, and nobody else in this world, knew of the answer.
She smelt the fresh air of her open window, as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Why was she crying? For the simple reason that at that precise moment, she realised that the world was a beautiful place. She wanted to live freely, like she did when she was 10. She didn't want to be the leader of a war, the minister of the ministry, she wanted to be . . . normal. She didn't necessarily want to live her life as a muggle - she loved magic and had studied it for too long to give it up completely. She just wanted to live a normal life as a witch, not all witches and wizards had to be part of the war - the fighting part anyway. Some were able to hide away until it was over. Why couldn't she be one of those women? Why did she have to be the female warrior all the time?
She placed her head into her hands and wiped the tears away. If this was one of the last times she could just sit and appreciate the world around her then she might as well enjoy it as much as she could.
Her digital clock on her desk read 3 am. She had returned from the funeral at about 10:30, but it had taken many hours to at least stop Draco bleeding to death. He had snapped at her for trying to get him into St. Mungos, he said that they would only ask him petty questions. Hermione had tried to ask him what had caused the giant scratch on the side of his face - that would be permanent. He had glared at her for asking and started insulting her instead of answering.
She smiled, remembering the last words of wisdom that her Great grandma had told her just before she died in her hospital bed - "To every cloud, is a silver lining Hermione. Always look for that line."
Be optimistic; always look on the good side . . . but all she wanted now was for peace and a normal life. She just . . . didn't want this war to happen, but she knew that no matter how much ANYBODY tried, it was impossible for peace all over the world. People were always disagreeing with each other, some just hungry for power - like Voldemort.
A crack in the hall signalled that someone had apparated into her flat. She frowned - who could be calling at this time of hour?
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Longer than the last chapter - I'm sure. If anyone knows how a flat works (in England) pray tell - I do not, and have never seen, let alone lived in a flat before, know how one works. Do you ring the bell then there's a receiver actually in the flat, or do you press some sort of button?
Love, peace, pigs and fanfics,
~ILUVRONWEASLEY ^@^
PS. Okay, ignore my last 'PS', I realised that I actually put the pairing in the summary, so really, I am stupid, I deleted that bit from the summary, but now I'm adding again!
PPS. Future chapters may contain soppiness. I shall try and contain myself *wince *