Try by FrostbitePanda

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Mystery
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 24/05/2004
Last Updated: 25/05/2004
Status: In Progress

A strange, short blurb that I wrote by the seat of my pants while listening to "Try"
by Nelly Furtado. It's very symbolic. Hermione contemplates departure from Harry's life.
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1. Try
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Try

*Written By:* Frostbite Panda

*Edited By:* Old Kasprel

*~~~*

*All I know*

*Is everything is not as it's sold*

*But the more I grow the less I know*

*And I have lived so many lives*

*Though I'm not old*

*And the more I see, the less I grow*

The fewer the seeds the more I sow. . .

~~~

She sat in the common room. It was empty. The cold seemed to permeate through the air. No life
danced within its walls. No life lingered. The air was stale with what had been done.

She stared at the book lying open on her lap. The heavy book laden with the secrets that
infested her. That haunted her. She knew.

But she was a coward.

She moved the hair from her face as the dying embers of the fire threw a soft yellow light upon
her features. The maddening words upon the page piercing her like a thousand needles. They taunted
her. Mocked her apprehension. Her horror.

She finally looked up. She had to do it. The book glared at her, berating her. The inevitable
lifted its ugly head and had placed its sharp gaze upon her.

She stood up and walked.

~~~

*Then I see you standing there*

*Wanting more from me*

*And all I can do is try*

*Then I see you standing there*

*Wanting more from me*

And all I can do is try. . .

~~~

The pain tore at her throat like a monster. Fear ripped at her heart with its icy talons. She
swallowed back her resentment. Her fear. Her sadness. It was for him. He needed this.

She traveled through the echoing room, the shadows almost daring her to sink within their
depths. And never be seen again.

She took one last, long look at the deserted room. Hearing whispers of his voice. Phantoms of
his face. He was standing there.

She turned her back upon the life she had built, and walked into her present future.

~~~

I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness

*And all the real people are really not real at all*

*The more I learn, the more I learn*

*The more I cry, the more I cry*

*As I say goodbye to the way of life*

*I thought I had designed for me. . .*

~~~

So much pressed upon her, she thought she would crumble before she reached her unknown
destination.

She stepped upon the platform. The cold of winter greeting her and her travesties.

Nothing could help him now. The only thing he needed was for her to leave. For her to go. The
book had told her. . . .

She was on the cusp of illusion. She convinced herself that the book was telling her that he did
not need her. Books were the only things solid. They could be counted upon. Trusted for giving
facts. Emotions. . .thoughts. . .they couldnÕt be trusted.

She stood. The morning sun now blaring, the air still cold. The platform was bustling. People
jostled her as the fought to get to their pointless destinations. Her robe tossed in the frigid
wind.

~~~

Then I see you standing there

*Wanting more from me*

*And all I can do is try*

*Then I see you standing there*

*I'm all I'll ever be*

*But all I can do is try*

*Try. . .*

~~~

She walked forward. Into the depths of the tide of people. She fought against the ebbs. She
moved, headed to the door of the train. She fought. Tears pooled in her eyes. Why were these people
being so rude? Why couldnÕt they just let her make the biggest mistake of her life in peace?

Frustration at these ignorant people welled in her chest like a boiling vat of steel, hot and
piercing.

Why was there someone screaming? Why were they shouting her name? They didnÕt know her. They
didnÕt know anything. She wanted silence. Complete deafening silence.

~~

*All of the moments that already passed*

*We'll try to go back and make them last*

*All of the things we want each other to be*

*We never will be*

*And that's wonderful, and that's life*

*And that's you, baby*

*This is me, baby*

*And we are, we are, we are, we are*

*Free*

*In our love. . .*

~~~

She turned, dazed. He was fighting too. He pushed the spitting pedestrians out of his path. The
crowd pushed him back like an angry mob, willing him away. Away from her. He desperately stretched
out his hand. Compulsively, she reached for him. Their hands joined and they held onto each other
as if the other were tethering to this earth. He pulled her through the throng, staining against
the fierce jostles of the commuters. He tugged her through until they were free of the crowd. Free
to breath.

He hugged her close, as close as he could get her. They cried together on the platform amongst
the milling people, snarling in protest.

She had tried.

~~~

*We are free in our loveÉ*

~~~

**AuthorÕs Notes: DonÕt worry. I donÕt really get it either. XD ItÕs just a weird idea that I
wrote completely from the top of my head as I listened to Nelly FurtadoÕs *Try.*** **Which
is so good. Hopefully I can make a better fic to this song. I highly recommend this song.**

**But a quick explanation: The common room represents Harry. The platform is the battlefield of
the last confrontation. The people on the platform represent the worries, tragedies, and other
things that threatened to tear Harry and Hermione apart. The trainÉthe train is what you think it
is. So, essentially, Hermione gets buried in this crowd. She wanders too close. SheÕs tried for
Harry, but nothing seems to work. SheÕs confused and she wants to leave. Harry pulls her
back.**

**Hope that helps. IÕm not really happy with it but oh well. ;D Read and review!**



