Noli Me Tangere
by MmeFleiss
Rating: T
AN: my answer to the Easter drabble challenge over at the Hermione/Sirius group in LiveJournal. Thanks to LatinD for taking the time to look this over for me.


For some reason, Easter is always hardest for Hermione; perhaps even more so than his actual day of death. She still remembers those dreaded two week breaks at Hogwarts: watching her schoolmates reverently eat their rationed chocolates from home and act as if there was nothing at all wrong with honoring a fucking irony.

She thinks that maybe they just didn't realize what exactly it was they were celebrating. They'd all lost somebody in the war, too. But to the others, Easter meant no more than just another reason to eat candy and pretend that they were all staying behind by choice. They hadn't wasted years listening to stories of how Jesus came back from the dead; gullibly believing in the idea that good would somehow always triumph. Much in the same way she used to believe in so many other myths: like happily-ever-afters and how she could make a difference if she only tried hard enough. Then one day she lost him to the veil and realized that no amount of prayer would ever bring him back.