hermione granger (highlylogical) wrote in landofatlantis, @ 2011-06-17 01:16:00 |
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It was too much. Too terrible, too horrifying, too... everything awful thing she could ever imagine. She didn't know how to process it all. Draco was dead. Dead. Murdered. Killed. Gone. Hermione was no stranger to death by this point. Sirius was dead, Dumbledore was dead. Moody was dead. Many others had died in the war and that could be understood - war demanded a blood payment. But this... he had been senselessly slaughtered. She had never in her life wanted to think of a magical creature as sub-human but... it had been her first seething thought when she found out. She felt horrible for it, but she hated all of them. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair.
She hadn't cried yet, which was uncharacteristic of her. Hermione could cry at the drop of a hat, the slightest insult could send her into tears. But so far... not one. They were there, brimming in her eyes, but she hadn't come out of shock enough. She felt numb. Maybe it was the locket that weighed painfully heavy around her neck, but it didn't matter. After talking to Harry, she made her way to his flat, slow-moving and her gait robotic. Why could nothing work out? Ron had left. Harry had waited too late and now the only reason she had shelved that notion was dead. She had put her friendships on the line in being with him, her future daughter hated her for it and now... the only thing she had to show for any of that was lying dead. She hated how unfair life was. She hated all of it.
Arriving to Harry's, Hermione took in a shaky breath. She just there for several moments before finally lifting her hand to knock on the door. At least, out of all the terrible things this place had to offer, it had given her the one person she always needed. When he opened the door, she tried her best to smile, but failed miserably, unshed tears shining in her eyes. "Harry," she breathed out weakly, unable to come up with anything else to say.