[Harry will hope as well, because he doesn't wish that on him and he is sorry for how it turned out though he isn't so irrational that he feels guilt for finding out the truth, which is what lead to what happened to him.
He hopes he has better luck here. There's no telling if he ever regained any of his memories.]
You're absolutely right, Hermione. [Though he doesn't feel like moving from his bed at all.] I think someone keeps a stash of it somewhere.
[Harry glances at her finally when she speaks.] I absolutely would never want to get rid of you, Hermione. You're the best friend that I've ever had. [And Ron isn't here to be jealous about that or to worry about hurting his feelings, but it's true. She stayed. She stayed that year and so many other times.
There's the slightest of pauses as he looks forward again, something else gnawing at him and his chest feels as though it's an explosion of pain.]
Hermione, it's still... a part of me. [The horcrux. What he is. It's something he thinks about more frequently than he acknowledges, never out loud, rarely to himself. But it's true.
It always has been true so it shouldn't make a difference that he knows about it now. And yet. And yet.]
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Date: 2011-08-09 08:56 am (UTC)[Harry will hope as well, because he doesn't wish that on him and he is sorry for how it turned out though he isn't so irrational that he feels guilt for finding out the truth, which is what lead to what happened to him.
He hopes he has better luck here. There's no telling if he ever regained any of his memories.]
You're absolutely right, Hermione. [Though he doesn't feel like moving from his bed at all.] I think someone keeps a stash of it somewhere.
[Harry glances at her finally when she speaks.] I absolutely would never want to get rid of you, Hermione. You're the best friend that I've ever had. [And Ron isn't here to be jealous about that or to worry about hurting his feelings, but it's true. She stayed. She stayed that year and so many other times.
There's the slightest of pauses as he looks forward again, something else gnawing at him and his chest feels as though it's an explosion of pain.]
Hermione, it's still... a part of me. [The horcrux. What he is. It's something he thinks about more frequently than he acknowledges, never out loud, rarely to himself. But it's true.
It always has been true so it shouldn't make a difference that he knows about it now. And yet. And yet.]