Missing You…by Harmonies

Chapter One- Harry's Regrets

I sat by Hermione's grave. No matter how many times I heard it. I refused to believe that she had died. Did she know how much we appreciated her? Did she no how sorry I was for the terrible things Ron and I said to her? I deeply regretted how many times Ron and I had told her to shut up, when all she was doing was trying to help. Before the battle, I hadn't even said farewell. I was too busy checking on Ginny. Now I realize that Ginny will never have the curiosity of Hermione, or the brains, or the smile, or the willingness to help. No one would ever be like Hermione. She was so unique.

During her funeral, I tried to stand strong. But listening to everyone's farewells, made me want to scream. Hermione was gone. And no matter how hard I tried, I would never see her again. That fact was hard to bear. Why was life so unfair? Everyone that loved me, everyone that I loved, faced a terrible fate. And it was Voldemort's fault. His body had been cursed several times, and people had spat and stomped on it. How terrible the same could not be said for Bellatrix, Hermione's killer. She was loathed by everyone, and that was no way to live.

Ron had burst into tears, and ran off with Dean and Seamus to some concert to get his mind of her. But was it really better to forget? Was it better to forget all the happy times that Hermione and he had? No. I decided. It is better to remember happy times than to forget them. I couldn't even cry. My emotions were mixed. Guilt, remorse, regret, pain, and anger all combined.

How many times had I felt this pain? With my parents, Sirius, Remus, Fred, Dobby, Hermione, and so many of my loved ones that had been killed or injured. I was interrupted by none other than Ginny Weasley.

" I know you're upset. Ron is too. But, I really miss spending time with you. How about we throw a party?"

"A party?" I replied, sarcasm dripping from my voice, " For what? To celebrate Hermione's death? Is that what you want, you monster? You know what? I bet you're glad. You always thought of Hermione as a rival, didn't you? And know she's dead. And I bet you're happy."

"It's not like that at all. I just wish you'd stop moping." Ginny retorted, but her guilty look gave it away.

And I knew, that inside, she was happy. I was disgusted with her, and snapped at her:

" This isn't going to work, Ginny. I just lost the most important person in my life, and you're happy about it! I just can't stand to look at you. You're disgusting, and so selfish."

" I though I was the most important person in your life, but apparently I'm not! And you're right, this isn't going to work. It isn't going to work. Not with you going on and on about Hermione!" Ginny cried, and ran off.

I went on "moping " as Ginny called it. That showed how much she knew. She didn't know how considerate Hermione was. I knew that if Ginny had died, rather than Hermione, I bet she would be sitting here with me now, sharing my misery. But know there was no one. Not even Ron would understand how I was feeling. And that made me miss her even more.

I decided to leave, as rain was beginning to pour. But I knew I could never shake of the pain, the loneliness I felt after losing my Hermione.

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