A Letter Sent

Regret

Harry's throat closed painfully around his vocal chords, his eyes burnt as he felt a weird tingle slithering its way up and down every single nerve in his body.

"Hermione doesn't love me...", Harry repeated in his head.

"Nothing matters does it..."

The only person who was arguably closest to him, did not like him back. His hands trembled as he looked at the text, it looked like she had written it on the whim without any real though into it. Did she really think so little of him, that a proper letter would not suffice.

"Love, That's something I have never considered to have with you..."

Harry's temper began rising, what was the hugs for? the deep conversations? the glances? the kiss on the cheek? "DID IT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?", Harry yelled out loud. He winced, expecting the ugly roar of the Dursley patriarch reprimanding him but the call never came. Seemingly they didn't care about what he was doing.

Harry scoffed, "If Hermione doesn't care about me, the Dursley's aren't even in the question"

His eyes once again fell on to his drawing, his heart shattering into pieces. The delicate and mischievous faces of his twins faded away, causing Harry to grab the portrait and embrace it. Hoping, wishing... No NEEDING, this to all be a dream. To be able to see those bushy haired-green eyed kids, to hold them in his arms as Hermione massaged his shoulders, teaching them how to fly while a heavily pregnant Hermione scolded him playfully.

He opened his eyes, the room looked the same.. he looked out the window to see that the world was still how it looked like a few seconds ago. This wasn't a dream, this wasn't a nightmare. No, this was real life... and Harry was going to have to live it.

He closed his eyes, letting the first drop of tears to trickle out of his eyelids in quick succession.

He was holding a delicious plate of Shepherds Pie, he was quite proud of it to say the least. "Henry! Dorea! Lunch is ready", Harry called out only to be met with silence. "Kids? Where are you!", he yelled once more clearly amused by their antics.

Harry placed the Shepherds Pie down on to the table and sighed heavily. "Oh well! I guess i'll have to eat all of this by myself because Henry and Dorea are not here. It looks so good!", Harry said playfully.

He was sure that the kids would sprint out of their hiding spot any second now.

3... 2.. 1... Nothing.

Harry's brows quivered in his confusion. "Kids..?"

No response followed. "This isn't funny anymore, come out where ever you are!", yelled Harry authoritatively but failed to hide the fear in his voice. Minutes passed as Harry stared out into the entrance of the dining room.

His feet began moving on its own accord, smashing into a nearby chair quite painfully but it's owner did not feel anything.. he couldn't. His breath fastened, his skin now resembling a recently purchased parchment. He flew up the stairs, his mind in utter chaos as he slammed into their shared room only to be met with gloominess something which looked impossibly dark for this time of day.

"NO, NO", Harry began yelling out as he rushed towards his bedroom to let his beautiful wife know about the disappearance.

Twisting the knob of the door he had touched thousands of times, into a room which brought up very happy memories. Harry expected to feel warm and happy, but a heavy feeling set into his gut. There was no one there, not a single soul... the expected image of a reading Hermione as she caressed her pregnant bump did not appear in front of him. Rather, he saw an empty chair which looked cold and desolate without a particularly warm soul residing with in it.