'A picture is worth a thousand words. And those thousand words show a life together with the one person you care the most about.' Drabbles about Ron & Hermione's life together.
The small sliver of light left in the nighttime sky came from the barely visible moon. The midnight sea breeze calmed Hermione, made her feel alive and helped ease the memory of three days ago. The pain had been unbearable, yet somehow she made it.
"I'm still here. I'm not dead. Please, I can't talk to you much longer. Death Eaters…revenge on Harry…" her voice was fading. "Please, help me." The Hermione he was looking at was no longer the Hermione he remembered.