I am a Rock
Rain dripped steadily down the foggy windows. Inside the Halls of Hogwart's laughter and celebration had halted all classes. All around the world wizards were celebrating. Voldemort was dead; Harry Potter had killed him at last. There were celebrations for weeks before Harry had been released from St. Mungo's but now he was in front of the Ministry. McGonagall hauled him to the front of the hall.
All eyes were fixed on his steely green ones. He was still pale, had bags under his eyes, and was skinnier than a toothpick. But he stood in front of the very eyes that had discredited him so much in the last year. He looked them all back.
"I did nothing to be proud of. I got revenge for my parents' death. Too many died when I fought. Too many innocent victims…" his voice trailed off and he swallowed several times. "Do not raise your goblets to me. I did nothing to be proud of." He stepped off the stage, fists clenched. Hermione Granger watched him go as murmers of confusion filled the halls.
She stood up to follow. Ron caught her hand and gave her a questioning look. She smiled and said, "I'll be right back." He played with the engagement ring on her finger. She kissed him and followed Harry, leaving Ron to be teased by his brothers.
She followed Harry down the slopping lawn. Once outside the gates, he disapperated. Hermione followed, still, knowing now where he was going. She reappeared outside the gates of an old Muggle-looking graveyard. She pulled her raincoat closer to her body.
Looking up and down the rows of graves, she found Harry at the back. He was knelling over a grave with a bundle of roses and fingering something in his pocket. She stood a small distance from him, just watching as he ran his fingers through his wet hair.
"Hermione…I wish…I was a rock or an island." Hermione frowned.
"Why?" she bent down next to him.
"Because a rock feels no pain…" He trailed off and pulled a box out of his pocket. He flipped it open. Hermione gasped. A beautiful diamond the size of a bead was entwined with gold to form the loveliest engagement ring she'd ever seen. "An island never cries," Harry finished.
His voice cracked, his fists clenched. "If I had never loved than I never would have cried." He bent his head and Hermione watched as a tear began to slide down his cheek.
"I will never love again." He said dropping small clear pools of water on to the grave of Ginny Weasley. He cradled the roses and began to cry harder. Hermione pulled him towards her, rocking back and forth as if Harry was a crying child instead of 22 year old.
"I will never love again. Everyone I love dies," He sniffed. Then he pulled Hermione into a tighter embrace. The two sat rocking back and forth in the rain as Hermione wiped a tear off her cheek. She ran a hand through his hair and just murmured comforting words though she knew it would do nothing.
"Love is a wound that cannot be healed…"
A/N: This story was inspired by a Simon and Garfunkel song I am a Rock.
Edited by: The Great KillerChicken, Wolfbaneshybrid, and KatFay.
Disclaimer: I don't own J.K's ideas… I don't even own my own ideas, they all go to Wolfbaneshybrid and The Great KillerChicken. I think they sold them so they could buy slurpies at 7-11.
Omg
SQUIRREL!
(ADHD child) mais, les canards SONT cooler…