No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Inability to Love

Saving the authors note for the end :)) don't wanna spoil anything! Please keep reading this story please. Listen to the song above. It made me cry the first time but it reminded me of Harry and his relationship with Hermione and Ron.

Warning - this chapter will make the faint hearted sad :( it will also be in Hermione's POV, Ron's, and Harry's and Hermione's again lol.

Hermione POV

I grew to be familiar with the colour black. And red. A dark shade of black, but a whole lot of red. Like a crimson shade, not a pretty shade. I hate it.

Every time I opened my eyes, I only saw those two disgusting colours. My favourite colour was purple, if you must know. Harry knew this. I missed him. I missed his smell, and his dark hair, and the way he would always get mad if I ever tried to protect him. He would be furious at me for lying to Bellatrix. If I told her the truth, she would have killed me. Forgive me, Harry, I never meant to go down like this. I wanted to die with my hand holding yours, with you at my bedside when I was ninety years old. I wanted to die in my sleep, not screaming until my throat catches on fire. I wanted to kiss you, and snog you until I could not anymore, and have children with you. I did not want scars all over my body, or to be scarred whenever you touched me in a certain place.

I did not want to be scared anymore Harry. I was in a void of darkness with no escape. Please help me. Please...

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I was laying upon a cold floor, black of course. My red stained cheek was pressed against the odd cement like texture, and I felt as if I was going to freeze. If I weren't to freeze, then I were surely to suffocate. I could not breathe. Just as I closed my eyes, as if it were the end, I was blinded by a multitude of sparks that eliminated from a source I was unsure about. I bolted up from my position, but felt no pain. I looked down, and my wounds were gone. I looked normal. If anything, I felt like I had just woken up from a horrible dream. The space around me felt as if it was closing in tightly, and there was suddenly a blinding light shining directly in my face, and all of tiny sparks dimmed out. I broke a clean hand and shielded it from my vision. I squinted so tightly it appeared as my eyes were closed as the light got brighter and brighter.

I felt cold. I felt alone. There was a soft and soothing feeling on my arm. It felt oddly familiar and so nice, but I was so intimidated and frightened, that I didn't budge.

     "Hermione? Hermione, honey. Open your eyes dear. It's alright, you are safe now. No one is going to hurt you here." A smooth voice said to me. It was my mother's voice. It wasn't even a second before I tore my arm away. I was in a all white room. White walls, a white chair in the corner, white tiled floors, and bright white ceiling lights. My mother was in an all white dress with her hair in a tight bun. Next to her was my dad. My sweet dad. In a white tuxedo and a white tie. They looked so nice. And they remembered me.

     "You actually remember who I am?" I stuttered, a look of complete awe upon my face.

My mother chuckled and sarcastically gaped at me. "How could I forget you, my love?" 

And without a further moment, I raced into my parents' arms and gave them both a well deserved hug. They smelled the same. Even though I was so confused, I did not want to move. I wanted to stay in their embrace.

     "I am scared, mum. I just want to save my friends. Am I dead?" I whimpered into her neck, while my father patted my back assuringly.