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WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISH HALF BLOOD PRINCE!

Chapter 1: Fear of what's to come

The world at war.
The disappearances rising.
Friendships being lost,
new loves being formed.
No one is safe.
Everyone can feel the cold hand of death above their shoulder.
I am no different.
But there in front of me,
I see something keeping me strong.
A vision of the one I love,
the one with the shaggy red hair and freckles,
the one who gets jealous when other boys are around me,
the one with the intense green eyes,
the one I love.

Hermione scratched out the simple lines on her paper. They just flew out of her head and on to the page. That was the magic of writing poetry. You didn't have to think about what to write it usually just came to you. Poetry wasn't just a few well planned out words or phrases but it was emotion. If a poem didn't have emotion then it wasn't a poem. It was just a collection of words grouped in a weird way. Poems didn't have to rhyme or always make sense. They just had to be an expression from the heart.

She looked down for the first time at the words she had written and read them over. It was nothing special, nothing big but it said all she was feeling inside. And it was the truth. People had been pairing off as if they didn't know how much longer they would have. Bill and Fleur, Lupin and Tonks, Harry and Ginny. It was like the muggle's World War II when couples married young before the men were shipped off to Europe. But she understood why it happened then and why it was happening now. People were afraid they might never get to tell the one they loved how much they cared so they did it now, even with the possibility of losing them was so great.

That was part of the reason Hermione only confided in her quill and pen. She had tons of diaries stuffed into the bottom of her trunk full of things she had written. It wasn't just all poems and daily happenings, they also contained her wishes, dreams, and visions that had flashed in front of her eyes. They held he deepest hearts desire the not even the Mirror of Erised could show her. Her diaries would never tell what part of her so deeply wanted to. They weren't frightened that this summer when she was off with Harry looking for the other Horcruxes and trying to defeat Voldemort that she might die. They weren't scared that the red head she loved might not love her back. They were not frightened that if she did tell him, he might be the one to die and she would be left here alone. No, words on parchment had no fears they just existed. The only thing that could destroy them was fire or a erasing charm and even then they would never be frightened.