Hermione deals with the death of her loved one
Author: Jaden Dalton
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but this story. Thank you J.K. Rowling.
FOR WONDERFUL MEMORIES
Hermione peeked in at the steadily filling pews in the church. She'd been so anxious all day, and now it all came crashing down on her. This is it. When she walked down that aisle, it will all be over.
She could leave? But what would they think. What would Mrs. Weasley think? She couldn't hurt them like that…. Not now…
She primped her dress, smoothing everything. Blue was his favorite color, after all.
She peeked in again. The room was full of friends from Hogwarts, not to mention some notable figures, and of course, the dozen red heads. The pastor was taking his place. It would be starting soon. He would be waiting for her. She had to prepare herself.
The music started. She took a deep breath, holding back the tears, and pushed the door all the way open. She walked slowly down the aisle, before turning and sitting in the front row. She had composed herself, for now at least.
She barely paid attention as the pastor said his piece. She didn't listen as people got up and said theirs. When she snapped out of her haze, it was Harry touching her shoulder.
"Come on, Hermione. It's time to go…"
They were the last left in the room. She glanced without fully seeing him.
"Just give me a minute…. Please…"
He nodded grimly, before exiting.
She walked to the casket. She let her fingers trail over the flowers on the way. It wasn't close casket. He looked happy and it made her sick. How could he be happy, when I'm so miserable? She shook her head. That wasn't right…. He should be happy. She grazed his red hair with her fingers. It was unnaturally soft. He would have scoffed, if he knew.
"You stupid git, running into battle like that….Why?"
Tears began to brim.
"All those things you never knew…"
She pulled a folded envelope out of her pocket.
"This is for you."
Ron appeared at the door.
"It's time to go home…"
"I'll just be a minute."
For once, Ron didn't argue. For once, he listened. Right when she needed it most.
"Right…. I'll meet you outside…"
She nodded and he disappeared. She turned back to the casket.
"I can't believe you're gone…. I miss you…. I…. I need you!"
She broke down leaning on the casket edge.
"Why you! Why!"
She cried harder.
"It's not fair! It isn't! Out of everyone…. It had to be you…. Why!"
She sobbed until she couldn't anymore. Then she straightened up, rubbing her eyes.
"Here I go, making a fool of myself again…. I'm sorry…"
She slid the envelope under his folded hands and kissed his cold, hard cheek.
"For wonderful memories…. I love you, Fred…"
She turned and left the sanctuary.
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