FIC: Goodbye, Gen, rated G
“It’s strange,” Hermione thought, “how quiet things have gotten.” Finals had been over for some time, with the results very soon to come. Normally this was a time for celebration, but most of what she heard was the quiet shuffle of trunks, trinkets being gathered together for packing, wondering aloud where this-or-that belonging might have wandered off to. No one was quite ready to think about The End - not many people had actually worked themselves to the point of crying, most could be found wandering the halls staring quietly at the paintings they’d come to memorize, saying goodbye to their favorites.
“Very strange,” she thought.
Hermione moved to her desk, where she carefully wrapped a scarf around a photograph of her parents, and placed it on the top of her trunk. She hesitated at the one to its left - a photograph of Harry, Ron, and her, sitting at a table in Hogsmeade and glowing with excitement. So much had changed. It was all too, too strange.
She sat heavily on her bed, and Crookshanks yowled indignantly at the disturbance before crawling into her lap. Ron was pretending to pour Butterbeer into Harry’s hair, and Hermione was laughing as Harry stared obliviously at the camera. Sighing, she lifted another scarf from her trunk and spread it across the bed, gently placing the photograph at its center.
“Things won’t be too different, will they?” she asked the photograph. In Hogsmeade, they continued to tease one another, the same as they had from inside that frame for the last two years.
“I guess we’ll see.” She folded the fabric over the scene, tucked in the ends, and laid it inside her trunk.
It was a strange way to say goodbye. A very strange way. But it was the best she could manage, for now.
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I wanted to say thank you to all the watchers for sticking around as long as you did. It's sad that this had to end this way, but... I suppose that's just the way it went. Some of the players are interested in starting a sequel community, so keep your eyes on Wtf_addicts to find out more.
Otherwise, yes, this is the end of wtf_drarry. Feel free to leave any thoughts (or curses!) in response to this post. Other characters may respond to Hermione's post in wtf_drarry, so check back.
“Very strange,” she thought.
Hermione moved to her desk, where she carefully wrapped a scarf around a photograph of her parents, and placed it on the top of her trunk. She hesitated at the one to its left - a photograph of Harry, Ron, and her, sitting at a table in Hogsmeade and glowing with excitement. So much had changed. It was all too, too strange.
She sat heavily on her bed, and Crookshanks yowled indignantly at the disturbance before crawling into her lap. Ron was pretending to pour Butterbeer into Harry’s hair, and Hermione was laughing as Harry stared obliviously at the camera. Sighing, she lifted another scarf from her trunk and spread it across the bed, gently placing the photograph at its center.
“Things won’t be too different, will they?” she asked the photograph. In Hogsmeade, they continued to tease one another, the same as they had from inside that frame for the last two years.
“I guess we’ll see.” She folded the fabric over the scene, tucked in the ends, and laid it inside her trunk.
It was a strange way to say goodbye. A very strange way. But it was the best she could manage, for now.
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I wanted to say thank you to all the watchers for sticking around as long as you did. It's sad that this had to end this way, but... I suppose that's just the way it went. Some of the players are interested in starting a sequel community, so keep your eyes on Wtf_addicts to find out more.
Otherwise, yes, this is the end of wtf_drarry. Feel free to leave any thoughts (or curses!) in response to this post. Other characters may respond to Hermione's post in wtf_drarry, so check back.