Title: Alone
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter only this story.
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It was a dark and stormy night. Hermione had been gazing out of her window for hours thinking, "It should never have happened". She hated herself. She knew that it was all her fault. He would still be alive if she had taken the letter seriously. But she had not. And now here she was, the night of his funeral, sitting alone by the windowsill in her dorm room as silent tears rolled down her face making her mascara run. After what seemed like an eternity she finely looked back down at the parchment in her hands tracing his written words with her index finger. She sniffed and read the letter in her mind again for what was about the 100th time.
"Can you see what I see? No I don't think you can, I see images of nothing and I attempt to make that nothingness mean something, As hard as I try there is still nothing and that nothing is meaningless, I am somewhere else now, outside I am surrounded by people and the blueness of the sky, But still nothing has changed, Everything remains the same, I am still alone"
Hermione folded the letter and then wiped at the tears that had just fallen from her red and puffy eyes. In years to come she would never tell anyone that she know why he died. She would never truly understand how she survived living with the gilt. But she did know one thing and that was she would never forgive herself for what she did or rather what she didn't do. She wished that she could go back in time and stop him from killing himself. Before he died she didn't know how she felt about him. She didn't know if she hated him, if she liked him or if she loved him.
But after his death she realised that it was all three. She hated that he was so mean, cruel and cold hearted. She liked his eyes and his hair. And she loved his smile. And it was his smile that would haunt her for the rest of her life. That and the fact that she could have saved his life but didn't. Hermione would never marry nor have children. She thought that she didn't deserve those things. She thought that she didn't deserve to be happy. She would pray to him every night for the rest or her life begging him for forgiveness.
"Draco, I'm sorry,"
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Hope you liked it. Please R+R. NO FLAMES.
Authors Note: The pome in this story is from a book called "Looking for Alibrandi" by Melina Marchetta, which has now been made into a movie. But in the poem in the movie is different. It's really the one I wanted to use in this story but I can't remember it. Dose any one know what it is?