I'm back sort of… READ NOTE at BOTTOM
"Hermione" he called and nearly gasped when she turned in his direction. She was no longer the girl he knew. No longer the brilliant and logical know it all. She was something else entirely. Her brown curls were dull, her skin pale, her eyes empty. It seemed this was what became of the third part of the golden trio. The others were dead by design and this once lively young woman was slowly dying inside. The war had played with each of them in different ways but this girl seemed to have lost everything. While everyone else tried to rebuild their lives she walked around a lost and tormented soul. She didn't once smile in greeting or even register that she recognized him at all. He watched sadly as she looked forward. They were at the final battlefield. It was cleaned up now of course but it would never again be void of its taintedness. To many had perished here, to many tortured souls. He watched her as she approached the place where her friends had fallen. She sat down unmoving she didn't even stir slightly until rain began to pour down on them from the heavens. Even then she only tilted her head back to stare up. He watched in amazement as colors began to flourish around her. Normally he would call this a rainbow but seeing as there was no sun he couldn't call it that. He began approaching the girl and the strange oddity that was occurring. Before he had gotten a few steps it disappeared and her as well. He blinked a few times wondering what on earth that could have been. He stared at the now empty spot that Hermione had sat in moments before. He wanted to panic and do something but somehow he knew that she would be okay. He felt it deep within his heart and it was exactly what kept him from running to the ministry and recounting his odd story.
Hermione sat in the midst of her pain. She visited this place often thinking that perhaps it would swallow her and she would be happy again. She wished often that she would have died like her friends. Ron died in bravery and Heroism. Harry shortly after the demise of Voldemort and Her she had somehow lived. She wished every day that she would have died too. She could never move on. There were to many memories here. She tried often to forget and sometimes in a moment of pure bliss she would, but to soon after would it come flooding back more then full force. She hadn't cried since that first night and she hadn't stopped crying until the next morning. She didn't think she had anything left to cry. She tried to cry then but instead the sky began to cry for her. She looked up and wished for something better to take her. She couldn't stand life anymore. She wondered if her friends knew how much she needed him. She wondered if they could feel her pain. It was then that she saw them again. She couldn't explain how but there they were. They looked at her in such sadness. They knew, they felt it too. They grieved for her they loved her. She could only look and remember all that had built their friendship and love. She wanted to be with them forever. She didn't want life anymore she wanted to relive with them in that great beyond where they waited. She needed them now more than everything. She would no longer walk an empty soul she would join them and live again.
/ I wrote this very short story in a depressed state obviously and for those of you who have read my other stories and are patiently waiting for another story or sequel you will get them my Muse just happens to be on vacation at present and I can't really think of anything. I promise to try harder. Maybe I'll take a vacation (Yeah right). Well Mentally maybe any way I would appreciate it if you reviewed and told me how utterly depressing this was or how short it was./ TTFN
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