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My Immortal by Moondanser83
Chapter 1 : My Immortal
 
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The flash of light followed by a scream of agony woke Hermione from her dreams. She sat in bed shivering as, in her mind, she saw Harry fall and felt the life slide from his body as she held him in her arms. The nightmares were there every time she closed her eyes and it was wearing on her. Hermione was tired, but feared sleep because she knew that the dreams waited for her, dreams of death.


I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears



Hermione sat upright in bed and glanced out the window. The moon hung low in the sky, a sure sign that a new day would soon be dawning. Hermione knew there would be no more sleep for her this night, resigned, she climbed out of bed and dressed as quietly as possible. In the darkness Hermione made her way out the main doors and down towards the lake that bordered the Forbidden Forest. Alone, in the moonlight, Harry’s face shown brightly in Hermione’s mind, and as much as she missed him, sometimes she wish his image would just fade away.


And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave



She sat near the Black Lake and watched the sunrise with only her memories for company. It had been nearly three months since Harry’s death, but she could still feel his presence. His scent surrounded her and his image followed her where ever she turned. Hermione knew Harry had moved on, that his spirit had not remained on Earth, but there were times where she could still feel him watching over her.


‘Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone.



Hermione closed here eyes, the rising sun like fire over her eye lids. Times like this reminded her so much of Harry that it hurt. He had loved to watch the sunrise over the forest, and often times Hermione had joined him to watch the moon fade as the dawn approached. Her heart ached as tears formed in her closed eyes. The pain of her loss so strong it felt like a bleeding wound. Everyone told her that the pain would fade in time, but she was sure they were wrong. Hermione sat alone, with tears dripping from behind tightly clenched eyes, as the sun rose over a new day, another day without Harry.


These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase



Harry sat in a green field beneath a large oak tree. The weather was perfect, as it had been everyday since he had joined his parents. The sun was warm on his skin as he tossed a golden snitch a few feet in the air and let it flutter a bit before snatching it back. Though Harry looked forward to the Quiddich match his father had promised him that afternoon he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness in the back of his mind. He knew he no longer had any control over what happened to his friends who had survived the battle, but occasionally he could still feel their pain. One person in particularly he felt more then most. A window opened in the ground beside Harry and he looked down on the weeping Hermione.


When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears



It hurt Harry to see his friend in so much pain, and to know that he was the cause of it. He loved Hermione, and though their relationship had never been romantic it was nearly unbearable to watch her cry for him. They had been close, and through out the years they had stood by each other through most everything, supporting each other whenever the world turned against them. Harry wished Hermione would realize that he had not truly left her, and never would. He watched as the dawn broke and Hermione rose, wiping her eyes, to face another day.


And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me



Harry sighed, there had to be something he could do to help Hermione. With one last glance down at the spot where Hermione had sat, then turned to find his parents. They’ll know what to do, Harry told himself.


Hermione sat in the tower classroom gazing out of the window as Professor Binns monotone voice washed over her. There had been a time, not too long ago, when Hermione would have been sitting upright and copying notes on the lecture, but now she found no point. There were still nights when Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room waiting for Harry to ask to see her notes. Now instead of doing homework, Hermione could most often be found sitting alone, staring into the roaring fire, remembering how life had been before the war.


You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I’m bound by the life you left behind



"Ms. Granger," Professor Binns said loudly.


Hermione jumped and looked around the empty classroom, she had obviously missed something.


"Class is over Ms. Granger," Professor Binns continued, "you may go."


Hermione shook her head and gathered her books. It was getting harder to concentrate and the dreams of Harry haunted her nightly. Between the grief and the lack of sleep Hermione began to worry that it may be effecting her mind. There were times when she could still here Harry’s voice, whispering in her ear, and she knew that was not a good sign.


My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me



Hermione wondered down one empty hall after another with no particular destination in mind. She was lost deep in thought when Ron walked up beside her and took her hand. Hermione jumped, and looked up at the red-headed man who now held her hand. Ron squeezed Hermione’s hand and continued to walk beside her without saying a word. Ron knew that Hermione was not healing, that she had not found the strength to move on from Harry’s death yet, and it hurt him to see her in pain. Truth be told, Ron knew that he had not truly accepted the loss of his best friend either, but was determined to be strong for Hermione’s sake. They both suffered in silence as they walked, trying to stop the flow of memories that bleed from their emotional wounds, as they shuffled down the abandoned hall.


These wounds won’t seem to heal
The pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase



When Ron and Hermione reached the statue that marked the entrance to the Room of Requirements they stopped. They stood frozen as the door formed in the wall, both thinking the same impossible thought.


"Do you think it would work?" Ron nearly whispered.


Hermione sniffled, "I don’t know, but we have to try."


Ron nodded, he knew that if it didn’t work Hermione would be crushed, but he also knew she wouldn’t leave until they tried. Slowly, Ron reached out and turned the large, brass doorknob. The door opened slowly, and Ron and Hermione stepped, hand in hand, into a blinding white light. When their vision cleared, Ron and Hermione looked around. They had used the Room of Requirements often over the years, but had never seen it transform into anything like this before. There was nothing but white light and mist, no walls, no doors, no visible ceiling, only a mist that seems to glow with an internal light. Ron and Hermione stood awestruck as Harry stepped out of the mist. Tears trickled down Hermione’s face as Harry stepped forward. When he stood no more them a foot away, Harry reached out and wiped the tears from Hermione check. His hand was cool against her flushed skin.


When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years



As Hermione sniffled back tears Harry took her free hand as well as Ron’s.


"You know this is not real." Harry told them quietly.


Hermione nodded tearfully.

"I’m here," Harry continued, "because you needed closure. You needed to know that I’m alright, and that I’m happy."


Harry turned to Ron, "I'm with my parents now. It’s beautiful, I play Quiddich with my dad, Sirius is here."


Ron gave Harry a watery smile and nodded, unable to form words.


Harry stepped back and looked at his friends, "I know when your sad, even in death I have that connection to you. I can feel it when you cry, when you mourn for me, but you need to know I’m not really gone."


Harry squeezed Hermione’s hand and tightened his grip on Ron’s.


"I"ll never truly be gone. I’ll be watching, and when you need me, just remember I’m there, even if you can’t see me." As he finished, Harry began to fade. "I need to go now, don’t mourn for me. Remember I’m happy, and I’ll always be here. Live your lives as you were meant to."


With that Harry disappeared and the mist cleared leaving Ron and Hermione standing in a drab stone room, fingers still intertwined.


But you still have me
All of me



Ron and Hermione looked at each other an smiled, the Room of Requirements had provided for them once again. They knew that there would still be difficult times ahead, and that they would still miss Harry everyday, but there was closure now, and they could accept that he was really gone.


I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re still with me
I’ve been alone all along



That night in the common room Ron and Hermione sat on the couch in front of the fireplace, fingers still intertwined. They talked of Harry and of what he had done. They talked of the changes that had occurred over the past months and of the future. When Hermione’s eyes filled once again Ron held her tightly until the tears dried up and her steady breathing told him she was falling asleep. He held her while she slept, and when Ron felt his own eyelids growing heavy he situated himself beside Hermione, his arms still wrapped around her, and drifted into sleep.


When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me




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