Another update; I'm on a role! Please look out for my new short series, Did You Get My Owl?, which will be roughly based owls sent back and forth between Hermione Weasley and Ginny Potter. This is one of my more medium length chapters. Please don't hesitate to review!
Mourning To You, Too.
The air smells of the blood and courage of those who diminished fighting the Dark Lord.
Silence fills the corridors of which Witches and Wizards settle to mourn their losses.
Scars will replace the tears they cry.
Time will heal those who try to carry on.
Finally clean, Hermione proceeded to find Ron. She looked through the entire first level of the castle, only to find him sitting with George, who refused to leave the place of where his twin brother had passed no more than three days prior. Hermione snuck closer behind to hear what Ron had been mumbling to George.
"We'll see him again someday, mate." He said. "He'd want you to move on, and celebrate him. He died so that we could go on. Honest, he wants you to just be proud."
"I can't leave. He told me to stay put. I heard him." George growled in tears. Ron clutched his shoulders and begged him. He pleaded.
Suddenly, George glanced upward at Hermione. She felt as though she hadn't been standing there at all. Like she was watching this on the telly. Ron lost eye contact with George, and he too turned to Hermione.
"I'm so sorry. I'll go…" Hermione whispered as embarrassment swept over her. Ron rapidly gulped. "No… Stay." Ron extended his sooty hand for hers.
They sat in silence for the rest of the night. Thanks to new company, and a bit of positive energy, George's wound was beginning to heal slowly, of course.
So this one was shorter. My bad. The nest one might be longer, who knows? The nest one will be further on with patching up the final battle. Review!
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