In Harmony : A Second Chance

Incomplete Lives

Chapter 3
Incomplete Lives
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The Forbidden Forest, shrouded in an air of solemnity, held within its depths the resting place of the fallen hero. Harry Potter's grave lay deep within, close to Hagrid's hut.

It had been two months since the Battle of Hogwarts had concluded, but the wounds were still fresh, the pain still raw. Hermione Granger stood before the grave, her heart heavy with grief that refused to subside.

Ron had left her side after a stay, retreating to the familiar comforts of the Burrow. But Hermione couldn't tear herself away from this place. The shock of Harry's absence still gripped her, and it felt as if her world had been shattered beyond repair.

She carefully conjured a bouquet of white lilies, their purity contrasting with the dark emotions that clouded her heart, and tenderly placed them on the grave.

Her eyes fell upon the inscription on Harry's grave, the single word "Free." The weight of those letters bore down on her, stirring up a mixture of emotions. She had known the prophecy, understood the burden he carried, and witnessed his courage and sacrifice firsthand.

But it was still a shock to her system that he was gone – the messy-haired, green-eyed, brave and selfless and at times, a recklessly stupid wizard who had been her best friend.

Hermione knelt beside the grave, her fingers tracing the letters of his name as if to reassure herself that he had once been here, that he had existed.

The memories of their adventures, laughter, and shared struggles flooded her mind, intertwining with the pain of his absence. She wished she could rewind time, go back to when they were just students at Hogwarts when their biggest worries were assignments and exams.

The forest remained eerily quiet, a testament to the gravity of the loss that had been suffered. Hermione's heart ached as she recalled Harry's smiles, his determined eyes, and his unwavering loyalty.

She felt a mix of anger and sorrow at the injustice of it all, that someone so pure and selfless could be taken away in such a brutal manner.

As tears welled up in her eyes, Hermione whispered to the wind, her voice carrying her thoughts to her dear friend. "You were the bravest of us all, Harry. You saved us, and you saved the world. But it's not fair that you had to pay such a price. I miss you so much." Her words were barely more than a breath, but they held all the emotions she couldn't express.

Hermione remained there for a while longer, lost in her thoughts and memories, surrounded by the forest's quiet embrace. The world continued to move on, but at this moment, within the confines of the Forbidden Forest, she allowed herself to grieve for her friend once more, for the hero who had given everything. The flowers she had placed on his grave were a symbol of her love, her respect, and her eternal gratitude.

In a voice as delicate as a whispering breeze, Hermione began to recount the moments they shared in the solitude of the tent during their quest for the Horcruxes, a time when it was just her and Harry against the world. Her words were like a comforting embrace as if she were speaking to Harry himself, sharing their private memories.

"We spent nights in that tent, Harry, just the two of us," she murmured, her voice tinged with warmth and nostalgia. "You know, it was strange – with Ron gone, it was like we were the only ones left in our own little world. We talked about everything – our dreams, our fears, and even the mundane things that made us laugh."

Hermione's voice softened even further as she continued, "We used to speculate about what life would be like after the war. You'd talk about taking a break from our crazy adventures, and I'd tease you about being a magnet for trouble anyway. We dreamed about a time when we wouldn't be running and hiding, when Hogwarts would be restored, and the world would be free from darkness."