Goodnight my Hernione
Chapter 3
Heavy on my heart
It was raining. Hermione was puzzled to why it was raining so hard in summer, a visitor might have mistaken the season to be winter, because it was so cold and wet. She wrapped her coat tighter around her and continued to follow Harry and Ron. Due to lack of relatives and fear of another attack on her Professor Dumbledor had decided it would be best if she stay within twelve Grimaldi Place place with Harry and the Weaselys. Even after Sirius' death they used it as headquarters.
Even though it had happened over a year ago his death still seemed to linger in every corner of the house, you would look around and not help but remember how he used to prowl sluggishly around the place in utter misery. A trait that after his passing Harry seemed to have acquired.
Hermione sighed and continued to follow her friends down towards the kitchen. Today was the day she had been dreading for a hole week. Today she was going to say her final farewell to her parents, it was their funeral. She felt that familiar misery that had haunted her since their death swell up in her chest her eyes started to sting and she blinked fureselytrying to stop the tears before they started. She wasn't going to cry not again hadn't she not cried enough on their behalf, why would her body not accept what her mind had already put into the past and memories?
The kitchen door opened and she schooled her expression to that of one of indifference so no one would see her emotions and fuss over her. Ron and Harry had offered to go with her but she told them she would rather be alone. Although they didn't agree the respected her wishes and stopped pestering her.
Hermione hardly ever withheld information from her friends but some thins she guessed they didn't have to know about. Like the time she didn't tell them lupin was a wear wolf or when she didn't tell them Ginny had a boyfriend, and this was no different. She didn't hate their potions master, she held a little respect for him not a lot but a little and just because she respected him didn't mean she liked him. But if she told Harry and Ron that they'd probably think she was nuts. That's one of the reasons why she didn't mind the fact that he was her escort to the funeral and the reason she decided not to tell her friends.
She finished her breakfast in silence and went upstairs to get ready. She wore a long black skirt that widened at the bottom and a simple black top she put a black travel cloak over it and then wend down stairs to wait for Dumbledor and Snapes arrival. There was silence in the room apart from the ticking of the old clock and the gentle rasps of her own breathing. She cursed the clock for making time seem so slow. Why does it always go slow when you want time to go quicker by. The sooner she got this over with the sooner she could get back to her life, and back to how she was before. Normally this time of year she would be watching a movie with her parents or reading a story book in the living room while her mother would go about prepareing sunday luch. Normally she wouldn't be moping around an old creepy house or exchanging her story books to stair at an blanch wall. As she was thinking over theses things she looked down at her hands. It wasn't until a green flame and a rush of sound swept through the room did she realise that she'd been staring into space. She stood up as Albus Dumbledor entered the room stepping out the fire closely followed by Severus Snape.
The Headmaster had a small smile on his lips and his usual twinkle in his blue eyes. Her potions professor had an unusually calm look on his face like he went to a funeral every day. She quickly stood up.
"Miss Granger you will be taking the floo to 7 Chester road where an old student of mine lives," Dumbledor said "her house is only 1 block away from the church where the ceramoney is takeing place."She nodded and took the floo powder he offered.
Stepping in to the fire place she shouted "7 Chester road."
I try to fly away but it's impossible
And every breath I take gives birth to deeper sighs
And for a moment I am weak
So it's hard for me to speak
Even though we're underneath the same blue sky
The song started to play in her head. She looked down at the caskets in front of her. The polished mahogany boxes where all that separated her from her parents.
If I could paint a picture of this melody
It would be a violin without its strings
And the canvas in my mind
Sings the songs I left behind
Like pretty flowers and a sunset
It's heavy on my heart
I can't make it alone
Heavy on my heart
I can't find my way home
Heavy on my heart
So come and free me
It's so heavy on my heart
I've had my share of pleasure
And I've tasted pain
I never thought that I would touch an angel's wings
There's a journey in my eyes
It's getting hard for me to hide
Like the ocean at the sunrise
It's silent melody played away at the back of her head. They lifted the coffins and carried them outside there where lots of people many she didn't know, most of them where dentists like them or neighbours. She looked up but couldn't see much, tears had made their way into her eyes. She wiped them away and walked out of the church.
Severus Snape stood behind her a couple of feet away his eyes where downcast and he appeared to be like the other mourners. However his eyes seemed cold as distant memories of his own childhood and his own parents deaths sprang out from long forgotten corners of his mind. He looked up as the huddle of people stopped and he walked to a tree near the Grangers gravestones and watched. The crowd thinned out as people left to go home. Hermione still stood gazing down at the gravestones in front of her. The song played over in her head the hole time.
It's heavy on my heart
I can't make it alone
Heavy on my heart
I can't find my way home
Heavy on my heart
So come and free me
It's so heavy on my heart
Love, can you find me in the darkness, and love,
Don't let me down
There's a journey in my eyes
It's getting hard for my to hide
And I never thought I'd touch an angel's wings
Once everyone had left the graveyard she fell to her knees gracefully and put her hands in her hands and cried quietly.
"I'm so sorry," she sobbed "I never meant for anything like this to happen to you."
Severus watched as she went to her knees and listened to her cries he was suddenly reminded of the portrait of a witch in the sletherin common room. What she was doing there was beyond him why was a portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw doing in the Sletherin common room. Not many knew who the portrait was so it didn't really matter. But what reminded him of it now was what the portrait showed. She was walking through the forbidden forest it was raining and she appears to be lost, or looking for someone. Just like Hermione lost and looking for her parents that will never return..He knew how she felt and it hurt him to see her go through that. He would wish that pain on no one. As if on enstinked he walked over to her and crouched down beside her. He put an arm around her and drew her up to her feet. When she turned onto him and cried on his shoulder he was lost on what to do so he just patted her back gently.
Nether of them aware of their watcher who was standing not ten feet away. Albus Dumbledor smiled from under an inadvisability cloak. Maybe if he was lucky a friendship would bloom from this and Severus might learn to live outside his job.
THIS IS NOT A SEVERUS / HERMIONE PAIRING!
It is still a Draco / Hermione
Song- Anastacia Heavy on my heart
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