A/N: Hey, first off sorry. Yes, I know you have been waiting very long and I'm sorry about that.
Problem is I haven't had a free day ever since Christmas. Moreover, my lovely girlfriend has now joined the army…
Thus I kinda wanted to spend more time with her these last few weeks as all I get now are 10 minute phone calls.
OK that was my mini-explanation…
So without further ado here is another (shortish yet slightly longer than usual) update
"Even after all these years were still trying to recover…"
She was snapped out of her thoughts as the Headmistress cleared her throat.
As the normally reserved Headmistress saw Poppy Pomfrey come in she made no effort to hide the fact that she had already consumed half the bottle of fire whiskey.
She just didn't have the energy.
Not after seeing Hermione in such a fragile condition.
She was one of the five who still believed that she was alive after these five long dreadful years.
Now she wondered if death would have been more merciful.
As soon as she realised the full implications of her thoughts she drowned a whole glass of fire whiskey.
She will survive! She is young, talented, strong but above all far too stubborn to give up on life.
She won't give up, I know she won't.
And this grey tabby cat isn't hit over the head with a broomstick!
This seemed to give herself some strength as for the first time in years she allowed herself to be optimistic.
She looked up at the School nurse, who was looking lost in her own thoughts, fighting an internal battle.
Minerva really hoped for some good news, however she wasn't just that optimistic yet.
After all, she did have to uphold the image of the stoic, strict persona.
Dumbledore was the eccentric one.
The old coot would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world, or mischief for that matter...
Although, she herself was not above bending the rules on occasion.
The Headmistress cut off her line of thinking before she could become too nostalgic.
It was now or never. So, she cleared her throat and gestured for Madam Pomfrey to take a seat.
"Please Poppy, begin…" The rest of the sentence died away as their eyes connected with each other.
Luna's first instinct was to apparate home.
Yet, she knew if she would go home her husband would immediately notice that something was wrong.
Instead, she decided to meet up with Ginny.
Perhaps even going as far as having dinner there, that would also give her a chance to recollect herself.
"Yes, going to Ginny's place would be the best option."
Even in her thoughts this sounded sarcastic.
There was no sarcastic meaning behind it what so ever. There was simply no better option, it was the best option of all the bad options.
As she started to focus on Ginny's apartment she realized her mistake.
Oh no! Today, is the celebration of Voldemorts defeat!
Unfortunately she was already too late and with a plop she apperated towards the youngest Weasleys home.
As she soon as she was about to knock on Ginny's door she realised that she wasn't home.
"I have to be checked for Wrackspurts. First I forget about today's celebration and now I have forgotten about the party at the Burrow.
There was no excuse, she would have to go. "And with that there was no avoiding her husband either. Merlin's beard!"
She only hoped that he wouldn't notice it immediately due to the party. "knowing him, he will notice…" and with that she apperated to the Burrow.
OoooooooooooooooooO The Weasley House OooooooooooooooooooooooooO
Ginny sat alone in a dark room, that was once her own.
Now it felt nothing like home it felt more like a prison created of horrible memories.
The candle light wavered inside of her room, a chill ran up her back as she thought about the more morbid details of the war.
Downstairs she could hear the cheers of her family, laughing while recalling some of the war stories.
"They were supposed to be heroes?"
She let out a bitter chuckle they were down there partying, while she was left alone with her dark thoughts.
Ginny couldn't believe that even her own family would celebrate such a day!
Anger dwelled up as she thought about it. They knew she was up here, alone in her room YET they did nothing about it!
Had everyone forgotten about Hermione? How could they? After all she had done for them…
She didn't want to dwell upon this further. After all everyone, but her, had moved on…
Maybe, just maybe she should move on too.
"NO!"
Ginny seemed to be shocked by her own outburst but more disturbed about her thoughts than anything else.
Downstairs it had fallen silent.
Yet, she knew that they wouldn't come up to check up on her.
The last time someone was foolish enough still could not sit normally. She briefly chuckeld when she remembered the look on her brothers face.
Fred and George couldn't stop laughing and often asked her for a repeat performance.
However, her short respite didn't last long.
As she then in a softer voice spoke to herself "I shouldn't have thought that, there is still hope. After all, she is the brightest … of all times"
This brought about another little smile. Not bitterly humoristic like the last one, no this was a true smile.
As she was remembering all the trouble she had gotten in only to be 'saved' by her, the numerous study sessions or in her case just staring at her secret love.
Sometimes she thought she was so obvious that everyone must have known. However, if they did, no-one ever said a thing.
One particular memory brought a blush on her pale cheeks…
That seemed so distant now, those memories were all she had left.
A lone tear made it down her now pale again cheek.
Ginny didn't have it easy on this day, the day where everyone celebrated but all she could do was mourn the loss of her love.
The day that Hermione disappeared was the day she had lost her heart.
The pain was staking through her heart with bitter regret, as that was the day she wanted to confess her love for her.
It was as if this confession resolved her and she determinedly froze her emotions.
Once again, hiding behind that fake smile. That seemed so normal these days and only a few could see through.
Like she did every year, today was the only day in an entire year she allowed herself to think about it, the only day where she would shed a single tear before putting up her walls again.
Her little ceremony came till an end as she heard the last guest arrive, Luna, nowadays her closest friend.
She had restored her walls. And as quiet as the night she stood up, walked over to the candle, blowing it out while making one last wish.
"Please return her"
A/N: So what did you all think? I hope you liked it.
Review and suggestions I am sort off stuck and not sure if this chapter turned out ok.