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.]
I'll admit that I wouldn't have believed it either. Here I thought to learn to expect the unexpected, but this was a little much.
[It would have seemed impossible. Beyond impossible. Everything else had been related to magic, but Rifts were something else.
Other universes? No one had mentioned those. They weren't in any books either, Harry is certain of that or Hermione would have mentioned it after falling through.]
No, it wasn't a stupid thing to say. It was how you felt, Hermione. It isn't stupid to feel any certain way.
They're feelings, and that's-- it would feel like that. You can't help how you feel, but feelings aren't always true.
[Grief and loss has been one of those themes of his life. He would likely be an angel of death in a verse where wanderers fall through and become an angel or demon.
Harry looks back at her when she looks up at him, and there's a part of him that feels as though they are back there. For all her logic, sometimes it is important to hear the actual words said out loud by someone who she loves.
Despite already knowing the answers.
He can do that for her. He would want to. She frequently gives him the answers when he doesn't have them at all and believes in him when he can't believe in himself.]
Yes, he always did have the words, and he had a way of saying them too. They didn't always make sense to me at first, but... [Harry shakes his head a bit, and there's an ache as well and something else.] I'd been so angry at him that year that we were travelling.
There was so much about him that I didn't know. I began to feel like maybe I didn't know him at all. Speaking of stupid feelings... [Harry says with a small smile, aware that he just said there aren't emotions that are stupid. So he doesn't seriously mean that it is stupid.]
Dumbledore had a way of teaching them or reinforcing the lessons to be learned in what we went through.
His words won't go to waste. I'll find-- we'll find new dreams, and we're together.
[It's the most important thing to him, that they're together.
Harry smiles back at her, in turn, reading the sadness but not.]
It did feel better, as much as it hurt. It would have been difficult to never share it with you. [They'd been through so much, and she was with him every step of the way, through all of that.
He wouldn't know how it would be for there to be so much that she didn't know.]
Yes, it has been. [His hand slides over his face under his glasses as he gets to his feet and reaches her side. Harry smiles over at her as they start out the door.]
Chocolate and a movie? [the smile widens just slightly.] Hermione, it nearly sounds like we're practically normal.
[But there will definitely be a movie as well.
And for tonight, for tonight, maybe they are a bit normal and it's wonderful.]
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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.
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Date: 2011-08-11 07:14 am (UTC)[It would have seemed impossible. Beyond impossible. Everything else had been related to magic, but Rifts were something else.
Other universes? No one had mentioned those. They weren't in any books either, Harry is certain of that or Hermione would have mentioned it after falling through.]
No, it wasn't a stupid thing to say. It was how you felt, Hermione. It isn't stupid to feel any certain way.
They're feelings, and that's-- it would feel like that. You can't help how you feel, but feelings aren't always true.
[Grief and loss has been one of those themes of his life. He would likely be an angel of death in a verse where wanderers fall through and become an angel or demon.
Harry looks back at her when she looks up at him, and there's a part of him that feels as though they are back there. For all her logic, sometimes it is important to hear the actual words said out loud by someone who she loves.
Despite already knowing the answers.
He can do that for her. He would want to. She frequently gives him the answers when he doesn't have them at all and believes in him when he can't believe in himself.]
Yes, he always did have the words, and he had a way of saying them too. They didn't always make sense to me at first, but... [Harry shakes his head a bit, and there's an ache as well and something else.] I'd been so angry at him that year that we were travelling.
There was so much about him that I didn't know. I began to feel like maybe I didn't know him at all. Speaking of stupid feelings... [Harry says with a small smile, aware that he just said there aren't emotions that are stupid. So he doesn't seriously mean that it is stupid.]
Dumbledore had a way of teaching them or reinforcing the lessons to be learned in what we went through.
His words won't go to waste. I'll find-- we'll find new dreams, and we're together.
[It's the most important thing to him, that they're together.
Harry smiles back at her, in turn, reading the sadness but not.]
It did feel better, as much as it hurt. It would have been difficult to never share it with you. [They'd been through so much, and she was with him every step of the way, through all of that.
He wouldn't know how it would be for there to be so much that she didn't know.]
Yes, it has been. [His hand slides over his face under his glasses as he gets to his feet and reaches her side. Harry smiles over at her as they start out the door.]
Chocolate and a movie? [the smile widens just slightly.] Hermione, it nearly sounds like we're practically normal.
[But there will definitely be a movie as well.
And for tonight, for tonight, maybe they are a bit normal and it's wonderful.]