Distance
2008
Ron stopped, the pain in hermiones eyes was unbearable
"what?"
Hermione half shook her head
"it doesn't matter, I love him" seeing the look on rons face, knowing he'd always been able o see through any façade shed aver put up she repeated the words
"I do ron, I love him and hes good with si, and he doesn't need to know redundant facts does he, ive not picked up a wand in 3 years" he could see the tears welling up in her eyes
"that's…that's just not me anymore"
Ron could see the pain in her ready to cry eyes
"and what happens when Si gets his owl in 10 years time?"
Hermiones eyes flickered down to were the small boy was sleep in in her lap, her arms wrapped protectively around him
"no"
she said the word almost under her breath
"hes not going there"
her voice cracked as she said it
the mans scruffy black hair flew wildly in to his face, before streaming (as much as hair cut, or not cut, in that scruffy, jawbone length style worn proudly by indie rockers and people who simply cant be arsed to get there hair cut can stream)behind him as he plummeted earthwards, the reflection of a tiny golden ball he was fast approaching flickered in his vivid green eyes, the same vivid green eyes that stared down on sleeping fans at night from bedroom posters, the vivid green eyes that had enchanted many a school girl from the pages of magazines, as the man grabbed the tiny gold ball a crowd roared and he pulled his broom to a stop, holding his fist aloft to ecstatic cheers and announcers shouts.
Moments later harry potter touched down on the earth, climbing off of his broom and smiling dully his hair blowing in front of his forhead revealing and then hiding his lightening shaped scar.
He scanned the crowd as he always did, hoping against hope for a familiar red crop of hair or angry call of his name but being as disappointed as ever, as a handle of the quiditch world cup was shoved in to his ungrateful hands.