The original story of Harry Potter and all of the characters in it all belong to Rowling, not me.
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Professor Dumbledor led Hermione through the cemetary to the far back and right. When he pointed to an unmarked grave, Hermione gave him a questioning look. Dumbledor nodded, offering no explination.
"I'll let you have a few moments to yourself. Let me know when you're ready." He said solemnly. Hermione noticed for the first time how sad he seemed to be. She nodded, and looked at the grave again.
"I'm so sorry, Severus. It's Harry's fault, all Harry's--" Hermione bit her lip, as Ginny's words repeated themselves in her mind. When she finally had her voice back, she continued, "No, not all Harry's fault. It was partially my fault too. I should have never snuck out to see you." Hermione continued to fight her tears for awhile, then murmured a very soft goodbye and last confession of love before standing and joining Dumbledor once again.
"Thank you, Professor." Hermione said quietly. "It means a great deal to me." Dumbledor patted Hermione on the shoulder and gave a half hearted smile.
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Harry silently cursed himself for not seeing the obvious fact that Hermione had loved Snape. Perhaps she was right after all; perhaps it was his fault that Snape was dead.
"'Ey, 'Arry!" Hargird said, bringing Harry out of his deep thoughts. "Wha's on yer mind?"
"Nothing..." Harry murmured, and could tell by Hagrid's doubtful glance that he wasn't convinced. "Just a fight between friends." Hagrid grunted.
"Wha's this 'un about?" Hagrid demanded, sitting down, and handing Harry a cup of tea.
"It's complicated." Harry dodged, "Very complicated."
"It wouldn' have nuthin' to do with the rumors about Snape, would it?" Hagrid asked suspiciously. Harry tried, unsucsessfully, to look innocent. Hagrid didn't buy it. "Wha' really happen'd, 'Arry?"
Harry dropped his head and sighed. He had hoped that visiting Hagrid would take his mind off the situation; yet he was forced to look it in the face now more than before.
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Hermione felt herself drifting in and out of sleep as she and Dumbledor rode in the carriage back to Hogwarts.
/Why is it so far out?/ Hermione wondered to herself, yawning. Finally slipping into a dream, she found the question less and less imporant in comparison to a new one; /What is that dark cloud hovering over Hagrid's hut?/
For at that moment, she was floating over the Hogwarts grounds, just to the north of the familar hut. A sinister figure loomed over it, like a viper ready to strike.
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Professor Dumbledor led Hermione through the cemetary to the far back and right. When he pointed to an unmarked grave, Hermione gave him a questioning look. Dumbledor nodded, offering no explination.
"I'll let you have a few moments to yourself. Let me know when you're ready." He said solemnly. Hermione noticed for the first time how sad he seemed to be. She nodded, and looked at the grave again.
"I'm so sorry, Severus. It's Harry's fault, all Harry's--" Hermione bit her lip, as Ginny's words repeated themselves in her mind. When she finally had her voice back, she continued, "No, not all Harry's fault. It was partially my fault too. I should have never snuck out to see you." Hermione continued to fight her tears for awhile, then murmured a very soft goodbye and last confession of love before standing and joining Dumbledor once again.
"Thank you, Professor." Hermione said quietly. "It means a great deal to me." Dumbledor patted Hermione on the shoulder and gave a half hearted smile.
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Harry silently cursed himself for not seeing the obvious fact that Hermione had loved Snape. Perhaps she was right after all; perhaps it was his fault that Snape was dead.
"'Ey, 'Arry!" Hargird said, bringing Harry out of his deep thoughts. "Wha's on yer mind?"
"Nothing..." Harry murmured, and could tell by Hagrid's doubtful glance that he wasn't convinced. "Just a fight between friends." Hagrid grunted.
"Wha's this 'un about?" Hagrid demanded, sitting down, and handing Harry a cup of tea.
"It's complicated." Harry dodged, "Very complicated."
"It wouldn' have nuthin' to do with the rumors about Snape, would it?" Hagrid asked suspiciously. Harry tried, unsucsessfully, to look innocent. Hagrid didn't buy it. "Wha' really happen'd, 'Arry?"
Harry dropped his head and sighed. He had hoped that visiting Hagrid would take his mind off the situation; yet he was forced to look it in the face now more than before.
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Hermione felt herself drifting in and out of sleep as she and Dumbledor rode in the carriage back to Hogwarts.
/Why is it so far out?/ Hermione wondered to herself, yawning. Finally slipping into a dream, she found the question less and less imporant in comparison to a new one; /What is that dark cloud hovering over Hagrid's hut?/
For at that moment, she was floating over the Hogwarts grounds, just to the north of the familar hut. A sinister figure loomed over it, like a viper ready to strike.