Chapter Two Hermione's Room
Harry, Ron and Ginny walked up the steps arm in arm until they reached Hermione's room. They stood outside the door for a minute and admired the work on Hermione's door. She was a talented artist but never showed it to anybody. Her door was painted red and gold but flashed the Gryffindor lion every 10 seconds. Then she had photos that she took in the wizarding world. And at the very bottom was a photo of Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny attached to a poem she wrote.
"Ginny can you read it?" Ron and Harry asked.
Ginny nodded and cleared her throat before reciting such precious work.
Life and Friends
We can sometimes move through life blindly not able to see the big picture, your view may be obscure leading you in the wrong direction. But friends are there to help you take all the images of life, big and small and make things complete. You have to start small in order to accomplish the big one. Take your time look at the picture of self and others, dedicate time to self improvement and gradually you will see the results you are working towards, you can do. Just believe and never give up. It's not the way. When you slip lean on friends. They will help you push and press on. You have the power. Just look to your friends! (c)
"Wow. That was beautiful. I can't believe that Hermione depended on us to get through life." Harry said.
"I kno and to think that we thought that we needed her to survive." Ron said.
The three friends all took a deep breath before entering Hermione's room. It was all that they had left of her. Her bed was unmade and she had a glass of water sitting on her night table. Clothes were stuffed in the hamper and books were all over her desk.
"It's as if she never left. Like she was really expecting to come back." Ginny said through her tears.
"I wish we could leave it like this. As a lasting memory of her." Harry thought.
"Well, let's get started. I'll pack up her clothes. Harry, you pack up her jewelry and Ginny, your on jewelry."
The friends worked quietly and slowly. For some reason, they wanted to handle everything with such care. Like if they were too rough with Hermione's things, they would lose the essence of her. They only spoke if they found something interesting. Like when Ginny found her butterfly necklace. It was all silver and the wing moved. The body was made of pure purple crystal. She showed it to Ron and Harry.
"She always did like butterflies." Ron chocked.
He sat down with Hermione's clothes all around him. He would pull one item of, look at it, and then recall when she wore it. This made Harry and Ron feel melancholy. They were happy that she was in a better place, but they still missed her. But nobody missed her more than Ron.
"Come on let's finish. The Grangers said they wanted to move as soon as possible." Harry said wiping away his tears.