It's Not Over

It's Not Over

I was blown away
What could I say
It all seemed to make sense.
You've taken away everything
And I can't deal with that.

I try to see the good in life.
But good things in life are hard to find.
I'll blow it away, blow it away
Can we make this something good?

(Well I'll try to do to it right this time around)
Let's start over,
Try to do it right this time around
It's not over
Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killin me
But you're the only one
It's not over.

(Chris Daughtry)

“I can’t do it,” he whispered to his best friend, best man, and brother of his future wife, Ronald Weasley.

In two days, Harry Potter, champion of the Wizarding world, was set to marry Ginerva Weasley. This was to be no ordinary affair. Every wizard from the Minister of Magic to Viktor Krum would be in attendance. It was expected of him to marry Ginny; after all the reason that he broke up with her was because he loved her and didn’t want Voldemort to find out. Right?

It had been a year since Voldemort had been defeated. It came down to Harry and Voldemort. She was by his side until the end. She was his sun, his air; she was his everything. If it hadn’t been for her, he would’ve given up the fight a long time ago.

He thought about her all the time. He wondered where she was, what she was doing, who she was with. She owled him every chance she got, but for some unfathomable reason, he could never bring himself to reply back. About two weeks ago, the letters stopped.

2 July 1999

Dear Harry,

Hi. So I write and I write till my fingers are inky and sore. I don’t know what to do. I can take the hint.

You’re getting married and you couldn’t even tell me! I wish that I could say that I was happy for you, but I’m really not. I can’t even feign it anymore. I can’t pretend that I can be happy knowing that you’re marrying Ginny.

I don’t know how it happened, but I feel like I’ve lost you. I feel like you don’t care about me anymore. I know I was the one who left you, but Harry, I was asked to. You never asked me to stay. I begged you to say something, but you didn’t ask me to stay. You said that you weren’t my keeper and left me alone. I left. I wish I did stay. Maybe I could’ve changed things, but there’s no point in thinking about that right now.

I love you Harry James Potter. I’m in love with you, heart and soul. I can’t imagine loving anyone else. I know you think that I loved Ron, but I didn’t. I do love him, but in a brotherly sort of way. I never considered you as that though. I guess I’ve always loved you. I love the way you can look at me know what’s wrong. I love the way you make laugh; you used to make me laugh. I love the way you touch me. It sends shivers down my spine. I can’t live without Harry, but after today, I have to.

All I wanted from you was for you to tell me that you wanted me back. I would’ve come back in a heartbeat, but now it’s too late.

I’m going to miss you Harry. You know how I feel about you now. I guess that’s it. Bye. Have a good life. I just wanted you know that my feelings are not going to change. I love you.

Yours Forever,

Hermione Jane Granger

P.S. Crookshanks misses you too.

He thought back to a little under a year ago when she left. After the War, the Ministry recruited her to become an Unspeakable. He really didn’t want her go. He knew that her place was to be with him. He didn’t do anything to stop her. He knew he should’ve told her to stay, but he couldn’t bring himself to look into her chocolate colored eyes and tell her to give it up.

When Harry had read that letter, he couldn’t process the information contained in it. Hermione loved him. Hermione loves him. His mind screamed at him to write back. He picked up his quill and started writing.

2 July 1999

Please comeback. I need you.

That’s all he could think to write. He re-read her letter a millions times until the words started to sink in. It hit like a ton of bricks. He literally flew out of his chair and collapsed on the floor. His unruly raven locks flung over his emerald eyes and he stared to cry.

He loved her.

HE. LOVED. HER.

The shock of that realization made him weep like a little boy. He wanted to reach out to her; he wanted to hold his beloved Hermione. He tied the letter to Hedwig and plopped back down on the couch. It would be another hour before Ginny came home or so he thought.

“Ginny. Oh Merlin. What about Ginny?” He dropped his face into his hands.

Ginny was standing inside the door with her hands on her hips looking at him. “What about me, Harry?” Her blue eyes pierced his green ones.

Ginerva Weasley was pretty. She wasn’t beautiful, but she definitely was pretty. Her flaming red hair was cut short after the War and she gained more muscle from all that Quidditch training. Women wanted to be her and the men wanted to shag her. There was something different about her today. Her eyes were filled with something that he couldn’t really explain. He just looked at her. He didn’t even hear her open the door.

“Harry?” she said as she walked to him, “Are you ok?”

He wanted to call it off. After Hermione’s declaration, all he could think about was that he loved her back. He had always loved her. She went from this bushy haired, big tooth know it all to this incredibly strong, beautiful, perfect woman. She was his Hermione. She would always be his Hermione.

He looked up at the woman kneeling in front of him. Her blue eyes sparkled. “I miss everyone,” he said softly. “I miss my parents. I miss Sirius, Dumbledore. I really miss Hermione.” He finished. He was afraid to look at her in the eye.

Ginny sighed, “I figured as much. With the wedding right around the corner, I know you would want them there.” She paused for seemed like an eternity, “I didn’t want to ruin the surprise, but I asker Hermione to be my Maid of Honor and she accepted. So you will see her soon. A couple days in fact. She got permission to leave her mission. I hope she quits that godforsaken job.” She plopped down next to him.

Hedwig flew into the room. She landed right on Harry’s knee with a piece of parchment attached to it. Harry grabbed an owl treat from the coffee table and fed her. He stood up and walked over to the window and slowly unrolled the parchment.

I’ll see you soon.