A Modern Tragedy

After the death of her child and her failed marriage, Hermione finally had enough. ONE SHOT. TRIGGER WARNING. SENSITIVE PLOT. READ AT OWN DISCRETION. ASPECTS OF THIS PLOT MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME READERS. *Posted on FF.net under the same pen name*

After reading a couple of miscarriage/heartbreaking fics and cleotheo's fanfic called Serendipity I got really inspired to write this. Hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I AM IN NO WAY TRYING TO MAKE FUN OF SUICIDE/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS OR DEPRESSION, NOR AM I SUGGESTING THAT PEOPLE SHOULD DIE THIS WAY. SUICIDE AND DEPRESSION ARE SERIOUS TOPICS, OTHERS I KNOW HAVE/HAD DEPRESSION AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE OR INFLICTED SELF-HARM. PLEASE SEEK HELP WHEN NEEDED.

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Hermione stood, on the place where two lovers used to meet, away from the friends and family that refuse to accept their love. A place of solace and fond memories now turned into a place of misery and regret. They were after all the modern day, Romeo and Juliet. Hermione was wearing a long-sleeved cross body, pale pink flowing chiffon dress that was cinched at the waist with a matching chiffon ribbon. She had just come from a ministry party to celebrate summer solstice, where she saw him and the blonde beauty on his arm that she will never compare to. Behind her, a large alder tree that should be a symbol of endurance and strength now meant pain. Hermione turned away from the gleaming moon and dark waters and stepped closer to the tree before kneeling at its base. She slowly took her shaking hand and placed it upon the worn etchings engraved on the bark forever, DH. Hermione broke into a sob, in this world those letters would survive the test of time, but apparently, that does not apply to their love.

Hermione knew that letting him go was the worst thing she could have ever done. Especially, let him believe that because of him, their baby that had been nestled inside her for seven months bled out inside her womb due to blood-purists who couldn't let a mudblood ruin a pure line. No, she shouldn't have let others poison his mind, but Hermione was too much into her own grief to do anything. If anything it had to have been her fault, she was the baby's mother, she had been the one the baby relied on for safety. But what was done is done. She would gladly use a time turner to go back and fix things. But Hermione knew what ramifications and consequences that came with it. By going back in time, the lives of her friends and family—and the entire wizarding world could change. She couldn't be selfish, she was a Gryffindor after all.

She pushed herself off the trunk of the tree to stand back up. Hermione slowly bent down and took off her nude coloured sandals and dumped them beside her wand. She felt the soft grass beneath her feet and then proceeded to take off her small heart-shaped diamond necklace while emitting sobs of the anguish and pain that had been with her for four years. After she took off her necklace, she took off the platinum charm bracelet her parents had given her on her birthday after the miscarriage, which had three charms on it. A small dangling pink rattle, a gold lion head, and a dangling charm of the Cassiopeia constellation. It meant a lot to Hermione when her parents gave her the charm bracelet, she would at least had something that was attached to her precious little girl that she could wear every day. She decided to leave on the diamond stud earrings Draco had given her. That was the only thing she had left of him anyway since she had been forced by his parents to return her rings.

She looked over the horizon with tears flowing like a river down her face. This was it. She couldn't live anymore. She didn't want to move on. The man she loves, the man she probably only ever will love, will be marrying someone else in a fortnight and she didn't want to—couldn't ever—live through that. Hermione inched forward to the edge of the cliff that was pointed out like the bow of a ship. The water crashing on the rocks below, and the wind gusting towards her played in tune with her heart-wrenching weeps of agony. Tears for her little girl that she would never be able to see grow, tears for the number of times people in her life had tried to sever the love she and Draco had, tears for the pain her attackers caused, and tears for the love of her life marrying someone who his parents thought ideal. Hermione couldn't live the life she was living, she wanted it to end. What better place than to end it near one of the most sacred places to her and Draco's relationship.