A one shot I wrote
OK...this is not an update for Inspiration
This a one shot I wrote and It's Harry/Hermione...it's unbetaed so please ignore any typos and such...I hope you enjoy....please review it....
After it's all said and done
After the battle at Hogwarts, Post war
Rated M...death
She could still here the echoes of their screams,smell the stench of burning flesh.
Feel the magic in the air, taste the death that met her friends. She no longer felt anger or sadness. Just numb....just so numb. But she had been one of a few who survived. While so many laid dead on the ground surrounding Hogwarts castle. Ron, Fred, Luna, Lavender and many other innocents that were thrown into a war not their own. Bellatrix, Lucius, Voldemort and other nameless masked faces of the enemy lay scattered around the grounds limbs bent in odd angles, their life force still pouring from their oh- so- pure veins. Lupin, Tonks, Mad-eye, Kingsley,the leaders of the pack lay broken on the ground, taken home to the angels above us, watching over us. Harry stood beside her, clutching her hand. The Boy who conquered all broken from the inside out....tired and grieving for the loss of many. No longer angry, no longer fighting but still hurting. Blood dripped from his many wounds but he earned his right to live along time ago. So why was she here among the breathing? What right did she have to suck in another breathe when so many who fought lay dead. Their families gathered around their limp bodies, crying and screaming their pain and loss out at the world. "NO...not my son!" "Why her?...She was just a child?" "He was the best father anyone could ask for." "Mum!...Please wake up!" So much noise,she wished her ears would go numb too. She wished to be deaf to their agony. Harry was crying, tears running down his dirt covered face, leaving clean tracks in their wake. Trying to help the survivors, make them see that life would go on, even after this great tragedy. Make them see! That the man that caused it all was dead, his snake eyes now blank,empty, no longer glaring or spitting out venom....dead....he couldn't hurt them anymore, it was finally over...all seven horcroxes gone at the hands of the golden trio. Whispers were heard on the horizon. "He'll be back" "He'll Kill again" "Harry can't get lucky a third time" "We'll never be safe" Safety.... a luxury up until now was never a reality for Harry or the other members of the light, Hermione included. Parents dead at the hands of Voldemort himself while he shot hex and curses at them, and laughed in his manic state. She wondered if they blamed her,or even worse Harry for their pain. Survivor of a war that killed many, broke them body and soul and spit out the remains. Harry was now bending over a child no older than eleven, holding her hand, and brushing her golden blond locks out of her eyes. "Your a brave man Mister Potter....you saved us all" Her sky blue eyes poured tears and the wound on her chest bled profusely. Harry was trying to ease her death there was nothing that could be done. She didn't scream or ask for her mum, she greeted death like a friend playing hide and seek. She would eventually close her eyes and find it.Bravery....in such a small child gave Hermione a reason to live, if she could greet death, then Hermione could great life. Because right now that's all she had left and she would make it worth this tragedy. "What's your name?" Harry asked in a voice slightly shaking. "Gabby...sir" The girl choked on her words, blood gurgling in her throat. Harry turned her head to the side and wiped the blood with his own shirt, just another stain to add to the many. Tears were pouring out of Harry's eyes and Hermione reached a hand to her face to find that she was not as numb as she thought, tears were spilling from hers as well "Your a brave girl Gabby" Harry whispered. Still holding the sweet angels hands and she smiled revealing blood stained teeth and two dimples on either cheek...."Mr. Potter, I'm going to close my eyes now....so tired..." Harry sucked in a large breath of air...and slowly let it out raggedly."Ok....go to sleep..." "Will you stay with me?" Says the mouth of one of the innocent. Harry was sobbing now. "Yes, we'll stay with you...the little girl locked eyes with Hermione and smiled sweetly. "It's ok...ma'am...I know I'm going to die....I'm not scared...my mum will be there to protect, me...don't be scared for me...." Hermione felt the sob rack her body and she dropped to her knees...."So brave...Gabby...." She said through muffled sobs and a river of tears, she stroked the girl’s hair lovingly. Wishing she could take her pain away. Sweet Gabby closed her eyes, drew in her last breath and went with the other innocents. Hermione and Harry sat there in the same spot for a long while. Still staring at the cherub, while their grief over took them. If the little girl gave them anything it was the fire to live, to move one, to keep pushing forward. Although this fight was won, there was still a war ahead of them. They had to keep moving forward and try not to look back. The image of red hair and friendly blue eyes formed in Hermione’s mind yes, the enemy lay dead but the fight for survival in this new world would be a long journey from the gates of hell. But, they were up for the challenge, no time to think, Hermione clutched Harry's hand again and she looked over at the savior of the wizarding world and saw the sun shinning down on him for the first time in a long time. His jet black hair was sweat- wet and his face was streaked in mud and blood and if she squinted just right she could make out a halo...and broken wings. She knew then that he was their angel sent from the gods above to protect there world and he would stop at nothing to make this place safe for people like her mudbloods, and children like sweet Gabby. Although right now she felt numb. and the darkness still consumed their world but eventually the clouds would part to reveal a startling sunlight, so bright it would cast the world in a bright glow and they would live again among the dead. and she'd stand beside the boy who lived to conquer all. Still staring at him she heard it loud and clear...the phoenix song, telling her to trust, to love, to live even when all hope felt like it was lost and so many bodies laid dead and scattered. To fight even though she lost all hope. The melody surrounded her and she closed her eyes letting it overcome her fears and anxiety...."Trust him."...it sang and so, she did. She trusted the boy who lived, the boy who fought, the boy who loved, and the boy who conquered it all....