Author's note: I know that this is short, and probably should have been updated a while ago, but life is busy and it's quite hard to find inspiration these days. The first couple of lines in this chapter are inspired by a section in Anita Shreve's book, Fortune's Rocks, which is a very good book to read. I hope you enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Harry Potter.
"Do you still love him?" Harry asks as he reaches for my hand. My response is almost immediate.
"I cannot imagine not loving him."
His eyes lower and lose contact with mine. "Have you heard from him since that night?" he asks after a moment. I sigh and close my eyes. I can feel the warm sensation of tears starting and do my best to hold them in.
"No, Harry, I haven't." My voice breaks as I speak. A day has not passed that I have not thought of him. All of the memories we shared are forever engraved in my mind. My heart only holds two wishes. For him to be safe, and to return to me. "I should be going, Harry." I gather my purse, remove myself from the chair, and make my way out of the small café. Not once did I look back at the trail of pain I left behind me.
The following week went by painstakingly slow. To keep myself from wandering aimlessly I cleaned the flat until it sparkled, and once there was nothing left for me to clean, I took to reading. Within days I had read each book on the shelf. I can hardly remember what any of them were about. My mind seemed to wander into the unknown.
A knock at the door broke me from my nine day solitude. The person knocked persistently until I made my way into the front room and ripped open the door. In front of me stood Ginny Weasley, a women whom I had not spoken to in months.
"Hermione!" she exclaimed breathlessly, "We've found him!" At that moment my heart stopped. I brought a hand to my chest to soften the blow.
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