It does, doesn't it? It's no longer in either of our grasps.
[No matter how much they tried to reach for it. The way they thought life would be.] If someone had told me we'd both be living in a Tower in America, I wouldn't have believed them in the slightest.
[Hermione likely wouldn't believe anything they tried telling her, though.
She is still sore about Dinivation, ahem. But she can still scarcely believe it as it is.]
Of course. You're right, Harry, that was a stupid thing to say. ... I suppose I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, really.
[Everyone deals with the grief and he's been dealing for it longer.
This isn't something she has experience in the way he does.
Loss.
Starting with his parents. Hermione braves looking up at him, older than she ever used to be, and listens. It feels very much like that time she asked--knowing the answer--if everything would change. They were on the brink of something and she could feel it, like she feels it now.
Harry came to her, placed a hand on her shoulder, and said yes.
Yes, it would.]
He did always have a way with words, didn't he? [Someone else that they've had to bury, and there's a small ache in her heart, pride, too.]
We wouldn't want his words to go to waste. There's always a lesson to be learned.
And there are always new dreams, Harry.
[Sometimes you have to place others, impossible dreams, into a drawer, along with the dreams that as a child seemed possible but weren't, really.
Harry does have his moments, yes, and Hermione smiles slightly at the reminder. There's sadness and not, in her expression. At once.]
It was too important. More important than what hurt it may cause. [To not know, to not ask. It hurt, and it always will, but less and less as time goes on.
Something about that isn't comforting, for some reason. She senses his hesitation and she's not sure she has the words, either. Hermione only hugs him back, her chin on his shoulder, and it's understood.]
It's been a long night, Harry. For all of us. We can think about fixing things tomorrow. [She looks after him as she opens the door, and the smile is small but genuine.]
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Date: 2011-08-11 05:40 am (UTC)[No matter how much they tried to reach for it. The way they thought life would be.] If someone had told me we'd both be living in a Tower in America, I wouldn't have believed them in the slightest.
[Hermione likely wouldn't believe anything they tried telling her, though.
She is still sore about Dinivation, ahem. But she can still scarcely believe it as it is.]
Of course. You're right, Harry, that was a stupid thing to say. ... I suppose I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, really.
[Everyone deals with the grief and he's been dealing for it longer.
This isn't something she has experience in the way he does.
Loss.
Starting with his parents. Hermione braves looking up at him, older than she ever used to be, and listens. It feels very much like that time she asked--knowing the answer--if everything would change. They were on the brink of something and she could feel it, like she feels it now.
Harry came to her, placed a hand on her shoulder, and said yes.
Yes, it would.]
He did always have a way with words, didn't he? [Someone else that they've had to bury, and there's a small ache in her heart, pride, too.]
We wouldn't want his words to go to waste. There's always a lesson to be learned.
And there are always new dreams, Harry.
[Sometimes you have to place others, impossible dreams, into a drawer, along with the dreams that as a child seemed possible but weren't, really.
Harry does have his moments, yes, and Hermione smiles slightly at the reminder. There's sadness and not, in her expression. At once.]
It was too important. More important than what hurt it may cause. [To not know, to not ask. It hurt, and it always will, but less and less as time goes on.
Something about that isn't comforting, for some reason. She senses his hesitation and she's not sure she has the words, either. Hermione only hugs him back, her chin on his shoulder, and it's understood.]
It's been a long night, Harry. For all of us. We can think about fixing things tomorrow. [She looks after him as she opens the door, and the smile is small but genuine.]
Perhaps we can also watch a movie.