The Monologue Chronicles 2

Summary: Sequel to the Original 'Monologue Chronicles'. The trio's Monologues after HBP. So of course, Spoilers.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All mentioned characters, settings and storylines belong to Jo Rowling.

Note: Hey everyone! I'm back! I really didn't expect to do a sequel to the original, but after reading HBP, well lets just say my imagination flowed. (Which I'm sure you can all tell by the amount of stories I've posted this week!)

Anyways, this takes place after HBP, so spoilers abound…

The Monologue Chronicles 2: Hermione

My mind is going to burst.

I've had so many emotions going awry that is quite difficult to comprehend which emotion is what. Anger, Fear, Sadness, Joy; none of it matters in the end.

It's a whirlwind. My first major emotion? Anger. Anger over that bloody redhead who drives me absolutely insane. Anger over that little tart that stole him right under my nose. Anger over Snape who murdered Dumbledore. Anger over that stupid book.

And Anger over myself for not believing Harry. He'd been right all along, but we, along with Dumbledore, succumbed to the human quality of believing the best in people.

Fear. Fear for my two best friends who have had near death experiences several times this year. Fear for my family and friends who could die at the hands of murderers. Fearful about the school not re-opening. If Harry, Ron and I don't go back…I don't know what will happen or what we'll face. It's probable that by going along with Harry, we are putting ourselves in more danger than anyone.

Sadness. Why did he have to die? Why did that horrible man turn on our side and murder the man who had the greatest faith in him? Why must innocent people have to die or sustain injuries at the hands of people who don't give a damn about anything? Why must we live in fear?

And after everything that has happened, I feel terribly guilty. I am sitting in the arms of the boy I love and enjoying it. I am crying out of all the above emotions because it's becoming too hard to bear. Yet, strangely, I feel safe in his arms. I feel like screaming and crying and letting all the emotions I have out for everyone to see, but honestly, what would it accomplish?

I see Dumbledore's tomb and it hits me. He is gone. We are no longer under his protection and we have just lost one of the major advantages of defeating Voldermort. I have to worry constantly now. Harry's impulsive and makes rash decisions if he thinks someone's in danger.

I hate knowing that one of us could be next. I hate living in a world where death is more possible than graduating. I hate having to see my best friends fear for their lives. I hate being in love because in our world, nothing is ever a happy ending.

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Note: I know that was short but I think I got the major emotion and message through. Anyways, I hope you liked that and next up is that insufferable redhead that drives her insane…