Summary: "Ever had the feeling of emptiness? The feeling that your life was incomplete? Knowing that something was missing? I sure did." A DMHG fanfic.
Epilogue
She didn't know what she was getting herself into. She never knew of what she actually did. All those years ago, she did what her instincts told her and lied for two boys she had her life indebted to. She then faced creatures that other kids would have had only nightmares about. Ever since she followed her instincts, she had been shunted, hurt, and had always felt as if she was alone. Even when she was in the middle of a crowd, she would feel as if she was all alone.
She could never compare to those two boys.
There was Harry. The Boy-who-lived. The savior from You-Know-Who. The kind and brave boy who had grown into a man. He was captain of Quidditch and had grades that were neither for men-with-no-brains and men-with-too-much-brains. He was perfect and girls adored him.
Then, there was Ron. The best friend. He had his flaming red hair and had grown as well. He was not as brave or as great as Harry but he had a certain flare to him that made girls go wild. He was not a ladies man though. He was the kindest guy you could ever know and was just as popular as Harry was since his Father was given the opportunity to join the Wingzengamot. He was the best friend anyone could ever have.
If anyone had cared enough to notice, they would realize someone else in the background. A girl with brown hair and honey eyes that would have taken your breath away. If only she wasn't hidden in shadow. She was the smartest witch of her time. She had always helped her best friends in time of need and she was grateful for their friendship. Her face showing off a smile but there was a secret she never did tell.
No one knew of the hurt she always felt. No one knew of the true feelings she had. No one knew she hated studying. She only studied when she wanted to bury her pain. She had found out, as a little girl, that people can bury their pain in different ways. She knew some people screamed, some people hurt or did something physically to themselves or others and some people just cried. But she couldn't bring herself to it. She had found a way to bury the pain without looking weak. She always concentrated on her studies every time she felt it.
She knew she would break one day. Ever since she started that routine, she knew she would break. She knew one day, she would not be able to handle it. But what she didn't know…was that she was already broken.