Gravedigger
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ONE-SHOT
Hermione walked to the graveyard, alone. She was bundled in a black scarf and gloves, both of which were well worn through. Her hair had bits of frost stuck in it, for it was freezing. The dementors' influence had spread to all of Europe, freezing crops, killing flowers, starving children…
It was mid- November. All of the trees were bare and drooped in sorrow. The skeletons of dead leaves whirled around Hermione's feet, as if dancing to an unknown beat of death. There had been a fall, a bitter winter, but a dead, frozen spring, and an even colder summer. The world was being ripped off its axis, falling into an icy pit of hell. Hell by the name of Lord Voldemort.
Lord Voldemort was a raving lunatic, but a clever one at it. He and his followers pillaged and killed, showing mercy to none. But through the abyss of the Dark Lord's reign, showed a bleak light, flickering like a trick candle: Dumbledore's Army and the Order of the Phoenix.
The Golden Trio was the leaders of Dumbledore's Army, but Hermione was the one who was the liaison between her group and the Ministry of Magic.
Presently, Hermione turned a corner onto Gray Street that led to a graveyard. She looked at the first grave-
Albus Dumbledore
1881-1996
Best wizard in history
Of the world
May he rest and
Be avenged.
On to the next one:
Muriel Stonewall
1903-1954
Lost her children in the
Second Great War.
They are buried
Beside her.
May she and her
Children rest in
Peace.
Hermione knew the Stonewall twins before they were attacked by Fenrir Greyback and died in St. Mungos. She quickly shook her thoughts from her head and turned to the next grave-
Michael Castle
1967- 1975
Rode his bike like the devil until
The very day he died.
When he grows up, he wanted to be
Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze.
(1940-1992)
Was killed in Voldemort's first reign.
It went on, but she moved to the next one.
Percivus Weasley
1977-1998
His mother and Father loved him
Dearly, and
They wished that they could
Say good-bye one
Last time…
A tear rolled down Hermione's cheek. She walked up the hill, through the yellowing, parched grass. She ignored the other gravestones of her fallen compatriots, but one caught her eye that was just put up:
Nymphadora and Remus Lupin,
Found dead in their house,
Holding each other for dear
Life
That slipped through their hands…
Hermione's eye was then caught to an extravagant grave to her left:
Draco Abraxas Malfoy
1980-1999
Spy for the D.A.
Disappeared in
Battle
May he rest in peace,
For all of his sins are
Forgiven…
Hermione remembered when Draco disappeared. He fought like a crazed bull pumped with testosterone. They carried him off.
But yet, there was a man standing in front of the grave, hair shining with cleanliness, broad muscular shoulders, black cloak, war armor… 'Could it be?' Hermione thought, 'Could it be him in the flesh?' and yet it was. Draco Malfoy in the flesh…!
"Draco!" Hermione called out to him, and without further ado, she started running towards him. He looked up sharply- paranoid-esque- and his face broke into a true smile as Hermione hugged him fiercely. After a moment, he put her down and took her left hand. " I see you have never given up," he said, looking at the simple silver band on her finger. And Hermione smiled. She was a widower no more.