A Year Ago Today

Another year older

A little bit stronger

A little bit wiser than

A year ago today

I don't suppose you've ever really known what it's like to be in love with someone. Really in love. So in love with them that you feel you'd give up your life for them. That you'd do anything for them, even go to the ends of the earth for them. That's how I felt about Hermione Granger, my wife.

Hermione had been gone a year now. By gone I mean dead. She died at the hands of You-Know-Who's Death Eaters, when she refused to give them information regarding the whereabouts of Harry Potter, my best friend, who was then in high demand with the Dark side. I don't know how she died. They probably tortured her. Or maybe they just used Avada Kedavra. I wouldn't know. I came home from my job at the Ministry of Magic one evening, and I saw the Dark Mark hovering over the house that we shared. I remembered, how, when I was fourteen (eleven years ago now), Dad told me how Death Eaters would leave the Dark Mark hovering wherever they had killed. He said it was everybody's worst nightmare. Now I knew how it felt.

Hermione was my best friend, my worst enemy, my girlfriend, my fiancée, and then my wife. Now, she was just...gone.

Looking over my shoulder

I was so much younger then

I can't believe what happened

A year ago today

I was hurting so much from her death, and I felt anger. Anger at those who had killed her. I'm still feeling sad, heartbroken, and disbelieving. Why her? Why did it have to be her? Sure, she wasn't a perfect person, but she was decent, and she cared a lot about me and Harry.

It's now exactly a year to the day since Hermione was killed, and I am standing at her gravesite, paying my respect and my love.

I whisper her name into the breeze, hoping it will catch the words and somewhere, just somewhere, Hermione might be able to hear me.

And I just can't forget about it

It wouldn't mean a thing

You went away

A year ago today

Another year gone by

Oh the tears have run dry

Life seemed so unkind

A year ago today

And I just can't understand it

I don't think I ever will

You went away

A year ago today

"Hermione, I hope you'll be able to hear me," I say, staring up into the cloudless sky. "I'd just like to let you know that you're not forgotten. We all miss you. Not just me. Harry too. And Ginny. And of course Fred, George, Luna, and Neville. We love you and we think of you all the time." I was trying to hold the tears back, but they just came and I broke down.

"God dammit, Hermione! Why did you go when we were so happy together? We had so many plans for the future..." I can't go on at this point. I sink to my knees, and hold my head in my hands, letting the tears flow freely.

When at last I stop, I say, "I've cried so many tears for you, Hermione. How many more times will I have to do it before I can truly accept that you're gone?"

And how many times have I questioned myself

What more could I do