In the Long Run, part I
The struggle had torn apart everyone. Humanity split on the view of weakness and strength, right and wrong. People and the land were being slivered away, destroyed, murdered, and punished. There was no hope. The very meaning of Life was contemplated every second, and the realization that it was useless was come upon. All human existence, in a sense, was an accident and useless. Humankind never made a severe impact on Earth, after all, the planet and universe would eventually crumple into obscurity, forgetting all that ever was or could have been. Suicide was becoming the option too many opted for in these worst of times, understanding that the pain inflicted upon them would never end, even when a side emerged victorious. The anguish and suffering had lasted simply too long them to endure. But out of the ashes, some had risen. These few souls were worn down from the ceaseless torment, but life was re-growing, echoing the mightiest sequoias that can only grow after a fire has set the seeds free.
She was a survivor; she could not forget that she had overcome. Her young wisdom protected her, even when all else failed.
He had also endured, but felt like a mere reflection of his former self. His psychological ache was easily seen in his murky eyes.
All around these two spirits, death lurked. Friends, families, schoolmates, colleagues, and even the boy who had saved them all, perished. The long battles came with heavy casualties. The dead were too numerous to be cared for in the traditional way, so disease ran rampant in many areas of the failing society. Parents lost children, sisters and brothers lost each other, and many disappeared in the night, never to be found.
Out of all the tragedy and despair, these two had lived. They decided to live in the castle once used for the teaching of students like they once were, if only to not loose the memories. Once families developed and children were replacing the lost population, the school could become a prestigious place of learning, but until some hurt dissolved into the history books, a project like that would not develop.
Hermione and her lone companion Severus rarely saw each other in the castle, and when paths were crossed, only tragic remembrances came to mind, so it was a practice to remain alone in separate towers. Anyone who knew anything about the psyche would have lectured them on how the lack of contact would only make their miserable thoughts steep in their minds, an unhealthy course compared to accepting the hurt and slowly moving on.
A/N: hey, I'm finally back, I know this was really short, but it's only the first chapter :) so bear with me while I prepare to be bored on summer vacation! Woo-hoo oh and read There He Was, just because I'm a comment whore
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