Happily Ever After is the prettiest of lies.

Prosapia, varietas, diligo.

"...but there's something to be said when your own mother can't look at you and couldn't until two years later. I know you – you'd want us to get on with our lives. But Fred, I can't."

She makes you fetch their wands, and you, obedient little puppet you are, run forward and do: Cursing yourself inside while you touch the wands and walk back. You're not looking at anybody - who's there to look at? You hate them all. -Freeverse poem-

You wish you'd never have left, even if they didn't care, because you care. You care about them. -Freeverse poem-

And you also know - you're Hermione Granger, you always know - that he'll leave you, betray you, is using you, but you don't care, for the time being - as long as he's here now. -Freeverse Poem-

Look upon them, and judge them, like they did you.