Scared Of The Past

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The next day, I knew he was already gone. The freshness of his absence woke me up. I did not know what time it was. It was still dark.

I got up, already overwhelmed with my broken heart. I didn't regret anything. And I will never regret.

The road seemed long and endless. It was certainly morning. The morning dew already covered the ground. The wind was chilly and blushed my cheeks quickly. A simple tear flowed. I wiped it off at the same time. I am strong and I knew what would happen.

Hermione, it's going to be fine. At least, that's what I was trying to believe.

I see Hagrid's little house in the distance. Merlin, reality is coming a little too fast for my taste. I would have liked a good five more minutes. I sincerely did not know how to react to my friends. Will they be awake? Will they ask me questions? Come on Hermione, it's sure they're going to ask.

In front of the door, I hesitated. Should I just sit outside and wait for the general panic inside. At least, I could tell them that I had gone for a walk or some fresh air I don't know ... But if they haven't woken up ... I don't want to wait outside under this very mild temperature.

And then shit, Merlin be with me, I come in.

Silence. Everyone is sleeping. I try to make as little noise as possible and find my little corner. I settle in trying to find a comfortable way to be there. And there I thought.

The whole night I had just spent was coming back like a movie. All the gestures, all the little touches ... Lord, it's as if the night only lasted a few seconds. I hadn't had enough time with him. We should have run away. However, he will be hunted to death for desertion. And I would have been unhappy to leave my friends. I know I did well. But Merlin that a broken heart can be painful.

I got out of my pensive state by Ginny who woke up alarmed.

" What is going on?" I exclaimed, running to her.

"I have ... I" she couldn't find the words. She was trembling like a leaf.

I took her in my arms and tried to console her. "Gently breathe. " Harry and Ron also woke up from the panic that engulfed the small household.

"I dreamed that Harry would die ..." Ginny's crying was the only thing we heard. Harry, Ron and I looked at each other in a panicky glow. We hoped it would be a low probability, but we cannot be sure of anything in these times.

Harry wanted to take over. I gave way to Harry and stepped back. I watched Ginny get rocked by Harry. He whispered soothing words to reassure her. Ron tried to do the same. He took me in his arms to perhaps reassure me of something. Maybe to tell me that he would always be there for me, or that he would never leave me.

I did not feel reassured. I didn't want his arms. I wanted Draco's. In this hug, I felt foreign. I would never say otherwise, I have had feelings for Ron before. Only, today, that was no longer the case.

On the other hand, I did not detach myself.

After a few minutes, Ginny comes to calm down. We agreed that we should pack up.

After a nostalgic goodbye to Hagrid, we take the road to an unknown destiny.