Title: Somebody Out There (15/15)
Author: silverphoenix
Rating: T
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: In the middle of a war, there are going to be casualties. This is inevitable. When two people lose their friends, they come to realise that death is not the end of happiness.


SOMEBODY OUT THERE
Part Fifteen: Things Will Go My Way

Crouching down in front of the grave, the cemetery quiet around her, Hermione gently reached out for the tombstone, her fingers delicately tracing the letter N.

"I'm getting married today," she said softly. "I thought you should know." Hermione smiled sadly. "My mother and friends are all telling me that I shouldn't panic, but I think that I'm the calmest out of the lot of them."

"I came to tell you… that I'm sorry. It's been three years since you died and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you died and I'm sorry this is only the second time I've been here since we put you into the ground." She hesitated. "I'm sorry that it was your death that let me find the man I'm about to marry."

Hermione sat down on the slightly damp grass, her legs crossed. "We would have been married, you know. If you had lived, that is. I see that now, and I hope you don't hate me for moving on."

"Do you watch me?" she asked. "Do you look down on me, guiding me? Can you see the future from where you are? Do I have a happy one, because sometimes I feel that all the answers to life's questions are all wrong and I'm hoping that I'll find out it was worth it all along."

She plucked a blade of grass, twiddling it between her fingers. "I wish you could be at the wedding, Ron; I hope you'll be watching. I know you'd want me to be happy." Her lips curled into a smile. "Harry's going to be my Man of Honour. Blaise has asked Mel Moon to be his Best Woman. We thought it was fitting - I think, sometimes, that she's the reason we're both still in one piece."

"Nothing seems to work out right, does it? I had to lose you to find him and I suppose that's why I don't want to believe in fate as he does. If this is fate, then you were fated to die so that I could be happy and it's not fair." The blade of grass dropped from her fingers. "Maybe, one day, things will go my way, what do you think?"

"In time, I suppose. Things always seem to happen to happen in their own time." She paused, remembering something. "What's coming will come and when it comes…"

"…we'll just have to face it," another voice finished for her. Glancing up, Hermione saw a sombre-looking Harry staring at Ron's grave. He looked down at her, a fond smile lighting up his face. "I thought I'd find you here," he told her.

"Is my mother running around like a headless chicken yet?" Hermione asked sighing, unfolding her legs. Harry held out a hand and helped her to her feet.

"Not yet, but it's getting that way." His eyes flickered to the tombstone.

"I wish he was here," Hermione said softly.

"We all do." Harry's voice was tight with emotion. "We all do," he repeated.

THE END


A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this fic. I hope you enjoyed it; it's now complete, and I must stress that there will be no sequel. I feel lthat you get to a point when you can't write any more for certain characters, and this fic was never intended to be anything other than fifteen chapters to correspond with the fifteen tracks on the album whose lyrics inspired me. Thanks again,

silvernatasha