Hello

The fire was dancing in front of her eyes, projecting its sparkling light over everything in the room. She was alone, as always, deep into the course of the dark night. She was curled into a little ball in the same armchair that Harry used to collapse in, after each day of class. Through the window, she was able to see the raindrops spattering the landscape.

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Playground school bell ring again

Rain clouds come to play again

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

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She was surrounded by the shadows, and they seemed to envelop her body like a soft winter wind. The shadows of her past were still haunting her. Her body was quivering as the memories intruded her mind. Her eyes filled with tears as she stared ahead of her, though she was not really seeing. She told herself that she was strong, and that she wouldn't cry. But now, she becomes blinded by her crystal-clear tears.

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Hello I'm your mind giving you

Someone to talk to

Hello

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The voices were all gone. Everybody had vanished, leaving the girl with her pain. A pain that was so intense, she could barely breath. It cut her so deep that she could feel it running through her blood. A pain she couldn't forget, because she felt it each time her heart beat. She was still hearing sweet whispers of lost conversations she had in this room.

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If I smile and don't believe

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken

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The tears escaped from her eyes now, running down her pink cheeks, and reaching her mouth. She wanted to scream, but not a word escaped her lips. She couldn't stop the sobs from coming, deep convulsions devastating her body. Why was this still so hard? It had been a year now, and everybody else had gotten over it. But Hermione couldn't forget. She wasn't so strong, after all.

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Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide

Don't cry

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In the daytime, she appeared to be very happy and always in high spirits. She always had her homework in on time, as usual. She always knew the answers to all the teacher's questions. She chatted easily with her news friends, seemingly enjoying life. But it was all just an act, feigned in order to hide her pain. She felt as if she were living two lives at the same time. When she was alone, in the dark, she wanted to be dead. She must stop suffering. She must stop living in the memories.

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Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Hello I'm still here

All that's left of yesterday

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As the night passed, Hermione remembered that fateful day when her life had collapsed into small pieces, leaving her nothing behind but grief and sorrow. She had tried to fix the broken part of her soul, but in vain. She needed them... she would always need them.

Each night, she would fall asleep with her eyes wet and the pillows soaked from all the tears she had cried. Each night she worried about what her life would become without her friends. Harry and Ron were dead. And Hermione cried each night, forever mourning the loss of her two best friends.