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There he lay in all his helplessness, a stricken sickly man in all his arrogant glory-so once a great man, but now a lost soul, trapped between heaven and hell, somewhere in the middle
It was the memories that were restless now. She couldn't shake the feeling after she'd seen him, all those countless months of wondering about her Hogwarts schoolmates, not once had she stopped to ask herself about him, he getting a fate worse than death itself.
No one, not even him deserved to be alone on christmas. Sure she could be cruel and leave him alone again, but six long christmases in a row is enough, and she had time to spare. The thought of her and him ever spending christmas together in life made her chuckle, but the reason they were now made her frown.
Sometimes people wish they could forget their past. They could forget their pains. But life doesn't work that way. You don't get to pick and choose your memories. If that were they case, Hermione would have taken certain ones out. Instead everyone is stuck with a mind full of colorful vivid images. Except for him, he'll never remember again. Memories are nothing more than distant dreams long gone.
She'd never been a believer in faith. But that was before she had met him. But she believed now. She believed that things happened for a reason, that fate had some twisted way of coming around and making people find out that really, others are there to help them discover whats within
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