I Cry You A River Of Red Tears
Weretosia-87
Rated R
(Hermione's POV)
June 03
I stare down at my hands as the red tears effortlessly trickle down. I cry like this almost constantly now, you know. You were my best friends, and you left me. I thought if I poured over book after book I would forget, but I can't forget the fact that I lived and you two didn't.
That's why I cry red tears, as I call them. The studying just wasn't enough. The pain, oh the blissful pain. It makes me so blissfully numb. Sometime though... I cry too hard or too long...
Today was different… Today Sirius saved me, as childish and as fantastical as that may sound. I was in the graveyard, with them… I'm not sure why I was there, the Death Eaters have taken up the desecration of the holy places recently, and all those who dare enter them. Perhaps I was waiting for death.
He kneeled down besides me and didn't say anything… I cried for so long. There was an odd gloss to his eyes… he was crying too. We cried together.
Hermione
(Sirius POV)
June 19
It seems like so long ago that I came back… what a welcome that was. The moment I learned of Harry and Ron's death, I wished I hadn't come back at all… what was the point of living without them? I can't believe I thought I was the only one to suffer.
The fact that we were currently huddled onto a small, rank bus driving across what was left of North America towards a refugee camp isn't adding to my mood. There aren't many of us, and I highly doubted more exist in this wasteland of red. News of Voldemort's rising came soon after I saved Hermione from herself, and shook us all. It wasn't enough that he destroyed us during the war, now he must hunt us like dogs after.
Speaking of Hermione, she seems to be doing fairly well. Considering her state before, anyway. She's taken to staring out the window on these long rides, thinking I presume. It hurts her as much as me, I think, to be running like this.
Remus tells me we're not running, that we're going for help only to 'return for amazing success and to kick Voldemort's arse.' okay, so those aren't his exact words… Rumors are floating around about some rebellion leader in the states who overthrow a whole government overnight, a leader who hosted a hole army of dark creatures. Remus says they're our only hope. I hope so, I want to kick Voldemort's snakey arse as much as anyone on this bus.
Sirius
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I put down my pen for the moment, and gazed around the bus at all of the familiar faces. Remus sat alone, as usual, in the back secluded by his own kind for his condition. Hermione sat to my left, asleep. Snape was nearer to the front, lost in his own thoughts, however dark they may be. I had always hated that pompous bastard, but now I had a different opinion of him. Slightly, anyway. He had given his safety for us, along with his sight. I had always thought Ginny would be here, sitting with Hermione gibbering away. No one had suspected she would turn Harry over to Draco…
Neville was here as well, shaking slightly a few aisles back. He was a sickening sight… He had lost all of his "pudgyness" as Ron once laughed, and had become shallow face and pale. Seeing your friends slaughtered had that effect on some.
I closed my eyes briefly and willed the vision before me to go away. Shaking my head, I tucked my journal deep into my duffle bag and closed my eyes once again hoping for the sleep I knew would never come.
Instead of going to the future, I'm going to focus on the future in this one, in a world where the light side lost and their struggle to recruit an army to try to regain victory.