A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club: September -

Assorted Appreciation: 20: Bill Potts - Item: Photograph. Alt - Dialogue: "Are you secretly a badass?"

Disney Challenge: Songs: 1. You'll Be In My Heart - Write about a bond between characters that other people don't understand.

Trope of the Month: 1: Trope: Secret Relationship

Showtime: 9: Epic II - (word) Glittering

Sophie's Shelf: 10:. Write about a major event in a female character's life.

Liza's Loves: 4: Criminal Variant: Spy - Write about a spy. Alt: Write about a secret

Lyric Alley: 6: And incident arose from circumstance

Insane Prompt challenge: 196: Theme – prejudice

Wacky Wandmakers

Wood: Hazel - (action) crying

Core: Kneazle whiskers - (character) Hermione Granger

Wand Length: 12 inches: (quote) 'In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on' - Robert Frost

Word Count: 353

The photo was all she had left of them, of those nights they'd shared under the stars, looking up at the sky. No one was allowed to know about them. He'd lose his job if they found out. She... she knew what they'd say. She knew everything she'd ever done, every perfect grade she'd ever earned, would be called into question.

No, it had to be a secret. And a secret it remained her sixth year, what would have been her seventh year. She'd lie if ever asked. She would do anything to protect him now, protect his reputation. One should never speak ill of the dead, but that didn't mean they wouldn't. She'd heard the slander they spread about him, about where his true allegiance had lay.

She never spoke, letting them talk. Oh, how she wanted to read them the riot act, scream at them they had it all wrong. Instead, she remained silent. How would she have explained it? That she knew things about the man no one else did, how would she have explained how he'd told her his secrets in his bedroom, her laying across him?

She kept her head down, at least where he was concerned. One or two small anonymous notes had gotten most of his name cleared. He was at least buried a hero and not a murderer. She was proud of that, even though she couldn't freely visit his tombstone. What if someone saw her? She went once a month, on the new moon. It was darkest then, she'd smile remembering how he'd loved the dark. She did everything everyone expected of her after a bit.

She couldn't say she was mourning. Well, she could, but she had to claim it was for all the lives lost, that his wasn't significant. She had to hide how much she'd loved him, how he'd loved her. No, she'd gone on with her life, pretending to love her new husband, pretending her heart wasn't smashed a million little glittering shards. One day, maybe one day, she would finally heal. But today, no, today was not that day.