She knew what waited for her somewhere beyond that door, a world of chaos because everything had gone so terribly wrong, and she didn’t know any arithmancy equation that could fix it.

Mother’s Day was never a good day for her. It brought back the memories of all she had lost. The husband that had died, and the daughter that was gone.

Her fingers traced his cheekbone sliding down to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth. And slowly she lay down next to him resting her head on his chest.

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“You want this to be easier to end,” She murmured and she looked down scuffing her foot against the rug, dust rising to surround her. He watched how even in the midst of the filth she sparkled.

“You once told me” She said. “That there was no separation between the pure and filthy She was telling him to remember things he wasn't sure he'd forgotten. She was telling him memories he had no recollection of existed, and that she was a part of them.

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God, she just needed someone to notice. She was so desperate, it was pitiful. He always could pick out the little things that no one else seemed to see. He would then torture her with them, but maybe she wanted to be tortured. At least it was something.

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Hermione opened her eyes and found herself on eye level with his zipper. Now this is an awkward point of view, she thought. Hermione has an encounter in the Prefect's bathroom with a certain Slytherin one night.

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Ginny stood in the middle on the entrance hall wincing at the shattering pop that told her the wards were down. This was it. This was the final battle and the Aurors weren't coming.

And it was sad when she could not tell her son about the two boys and the girl in the pictures littered around her house. It was sad that even after all the years it still hurt as bad.

Life comes at you fast Harry thought, all you gotta do is know when to jump.

“You’re making it awful hard for me to hate you Malfoy.” She whispered regretfully. “I guess I’ll have to try harder.” He replied a smile gracing his features.

Harry's breathing was heavy and his eyes wide. He was so tired, the fighting was draining him, and he couldn’t look at the dead bodies of the people he fought beside. He had one thing to do and his time was running out.

Ginny was supposed to have the fairy tale ending, she wasn't supposed to be left broken and alone.

Hermione watched him lie there slowly wasting away in the hospital bed and she tried to remember his smile or his voice but it had all faded away. All she saw was the empty shell of the man she loved, still and silent.