Her Harry

Tears are always hot.

They burn.

Sizzling trails of salt.

Hermione dropped her quill and buried her head in her hands. The aforementioned leaking quietly from her eyes, blotching the words on the parchment. A shudder racked her small frame as she remembered… how it all went wrong… how…

Solemn remembrances of those moments yet to come.

Of things lost.

Love lost.

He’s dead now. Worse than Sirius’ death, his was physical. It happened right in front of her. There had been no way to save him… she can still see his eyes in those last moments full of anguish and things not said.

Death…

A fat tear plopped onto the word making it run.

…leaves things in freeze frame.

Everything is at a standstill unable to move forward… unable to go back.

It ends everything… stops everything…

…leaves things unsaid that I always meant to say…

His last words had freed him and shackled her.

You said, “I’m sorry…”

But I’m not! What we had! Could have had!

…gone, all gone now…

And she wasn’t. Hermione wasn’t sorry in the slightest. One night would never be enough, but it was all she had.

I love you.

I love you, Harry.

And I will kill you for dying on me that way!

The scratching of her quill stopped midair as her heart leapt solidly into her throat. He had never said the words, but she was certain of his love. It was there with every tender touch and longing look, in his every wonderful gruffly spoken word.

I can’t live in the past or dream of the future.

I must make do with what is left. Pick up the pieces of my life.

Please, please, Harry, please wait… wait for me… however long…

I will find a way for us to be together… but until then…

Know that I love and miss you greatly.

xo

Hermione

She scribbled his name on the outside of the rolled parchment and stared at it lying on the desk. Her hands shook, but she ignored them to look outside her window at the snow softly falling. It would be blanketing his grave, she thought sorrowfully.

…but his soul wasn’t in his grave! Just his body!

Hurriedly sealing the letter with her insignia in soft melted wax, Hermione stood up from her desk and walked to the fireplace. Dropping a pinch of Floo Powder into the fire’s flames she said carefully, “Heaven.”

End.