Harry glared at Hermione. "You want me? That's a laugh. You've said it yourself. Your nothing but a mudblood. Not worth my time. And that...child isn't worth it either. You took my love for granted. I actually..." He trailed off as he uses the back of his hand to wipe the tears from his eyes. He took a deep breath to steady his rapidly beating heart. "Forget it Hermione. Its been five years. And this is the past. You're my past. A past that I've been trying to forget. And I did succeed until you sent me that bloody owl. Then it came all crashing back to me. Not again Hermione. I won't let it happen again." He again turned and headed down the walkway. His cloak bellowing out behind him much like Professor Snape's use to.
Hermione looked down at the stone walkway. Harry had changed so much. He was nothing like the boy she dated in school and loved. He was so cold and heartless. Almost like the Slytherins they had despised so much. The crest on his cloak didn't escape her sharp eyes either. Maybe she had taken his love for granted...but she stood by her decision to leave. It was the only thing she could have done at the time. She blinked back tears. "Harry, the past is what makes us who we are. You can hide behind that snake on your cloak but you will always be a Gryffindor. Brave and strong. Please, give me a chance. Give Lily a chance. We can be a family."
He continued to walk not looking back this time. But he heard all of her words. She wanted to be a family. He shook his head sadly. He wasn't that type of man anymore. He wasn't hiding behind...He stopped and blinked. She just insulted him and his friends. He rested a hand on her post box. He was trying to contain his rage and anger. The post box slowly began to cave in on itself. He whipped around and his eyes flashed. "I hide behind nothing. You forget who your talking to. I'm The-Boy-Who- Freaking-Lived. I defeated Voldemort when I was a toddler and have done the same since I was 11. But maybe your right. For the past five years...I haven't gave a damn to who he attacked. Who he murdered and killed. Muggle or Wizard. It doesn't matter. Because I refuse to help fight him. I pray every night that he will appear and end my pain. My misery. But my prayers are never answered and I am forced to live each day with a pain so great that nothing else matters. You have no idea who I really am. All you know is that self-righteous, arrogant, prat from school. I'm not him anymore. I can never be him again." He looked down at his cloak clasp then back to her. "Maybe at one time we could have been a family." His voice was nothing more than a whisper. "Maybe we could have been happy. But that time has passed. So make this easy on yourself and forget about me. Or I will destroy you and your spawn as well." With that he spun on his heels and disappeared down the darkened street.
"Oh Harry." Hermione hugged Lily tightly to her chest, trying to soothe the trembling child. "What have you become?" She whispered into the night and for the first time that night considered doing exactly what he had said. But forgetting about him would be easier said then done.