
A boy engulfed in wrath
Torn between separate paths,
of a love yet to unfold
and a story left untold.
(This graphic and random poem is dedicated to: thecreativlyinsane, cry-me-a-cho-chang, dancing-on-the-ceiling and sectumsempsarah for all the encouragement. Forgive me though, I still can’t make those square graphics.)
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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows P1 [2/5]

“Harry, you’re my best friend.”
![Perhaps Hermione knew how he was feeling, because she reached for his hand and took the lead for the first time, pulling him forward. Halfway across the square, however, she stopped dead. “Harry, look!”She was pointing at the war memorial. As they had passed it, it had transformed. Harry drew closer, gazing up into his parents’ faces. He had never imagined that there would be a statue… “Harry, they’re here… right here.” And he knew by her tone that it was his mother and father this time. He moved toward her, feeling as if something heavy were pressing on his chest… a grief that actually weighed on his heart and lungs. Harry let [the tears] fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them. He put his arm around Hermione’s shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore’s mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate. [x]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3q96fH6OK1r22rdbo1_500.png)
Perhaps Hermione knew how he was feeling, because she reached for his hand and took the lead for the first time, pulling him forward. Halfway across the square, however, she stopped dead. “Harry, look!”
She was pointing at the war memorial. As they had passed it, it had transformed. Harry drew closer, gazing up into his parents’ faces. He had never imagined that there would be a statue… “Harry, they’re here… right here.” And he knew by her tone that it was his mother and father this time. He moved toward her, feeling as if something heavy were pressing on his chest… a grief that actually weighed on his heart and lungs. Harry let [the tears] fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them. He put his arm around Hermione’s shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore’s mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate. [x]
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Identify Me With A Song Meme - Harry Potter - Violet Hill by Coldplay
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rebels - with a cause
“I think it’s just two people on the road together for a few months with nothing else really to do but start fancying each other. I think it’s more a case of that — I think they’re actually just fantastic, fantastically good friends. So obviously because they’re such good friends there are obviously qualities in each other that they find attractive, and I think just a few months of loneliness on the road possibly provokes a bit of lust.” Daniel Radcliffe on Harry and Hermione’s relationship in Deathly Hallows Pt. I, via Behind the Magic.
“Now the fact is that Hermione shares moments with Harry that Ron will never be able to participate in. He walked out. She shared something very instense with Harry” - Jk Rowling