Life after war

Every morning I wake and I lay and think about all the mistakes I made in my life. How I could be planning to go shopping with Ginny. How that she would be married to Harry right now, but nothing will ever be the same. There faces hunt me and I have not a soul to share it with I lay there and cry day after day.

Then Ron's face comes to my head and this is the most painful thing in the world he continues to tell me to leave that isn't safe he kisses me and I run. I sentenced him to death the minute I turned my back. His kiss will lingered on my lips forever it will torture me taunt me and make me ice cold inside.

I wake up some nights from a vivid dream. In the dream I'm standing at Voldemort's side he is showing me their bodies they aren't dead. But their not alive they are like walking skeletons. It is so vivid but it cant be really I watch them battle I watched Ginny die. I still do when I don't dream about Voldemort.

I see her fighting death eater after death eater, she refuses to leave Harry's side. She tells me where to hide where ill be safe. As they fall upon her I try to move I cant she blocked it with some type of spell and she just looks at me then smoke rises and I cant see her anymore she never made a sound.

Harry was battling Voldemort at this time but I know she died because suddenly I was no longer held to my place but neither could I move. I am sick to my stomach they gave their lives and nothing will ever repay that.

I crawl over to Ginny's body shifting her begging her to wake up. She lays there her eyes looking strait up and her lying limp in her hand. I will never forget the conversation I had had with her a week before the battle ...

"Ginny are you awake?" I whispered.

"Yeah" She said. "I haven't been able to sleep for days now. I have a feeling we are going to reach the final show down. Hermione we aren't ready for it we aren't ready to face... if we do... I know for some strange reason he'll come out on top and I don't know what will become of our world. There are so many deaths that have shattered our families apart. IN the last year alone I watched my father, my mother and my two older brothers die at the Voldemort mercy. I wish with all my heart that I could help, that I could make everything better. That I could see my family together one last time..." She then dissolved into tears and I didn't know what to do.

It seemed to me that the entire existence between the wizarding world and muggle world was coming to a close to me it was amazing that the muggles didn't know about us. In time they to would have to face the war and the one person that would decide their fate. Fate is a funny word isn't it they say that it is Harry fate to save us but ... what if he fails... who then will take his place they say good always wins. But I stop believing in fairy tails along time ago. I stopped believing when my friends and classmates started on choosing between death and Voldemort. It gave some the glory they never had like Neville; He died fight one of the death eaters that tortured his parents to insanity. I never thought I could bridge the gap between Leona and myself but I seemed to she was always odd but she was one of the bravest I fought with and I am only one that knows of the way they way the fought and the way they stood in glory for the hours they fought against the death eaters,

I was frozen for hours as Harry and Voldemort fought tears ran down my face continually telling me of the dread of seeing the end. As the battle came to a close Harry's wand was knocked out of his hand and Voldemort raised his wand just as Harry's came to his hand then my world was plunged into complete darkness. But there is a part of my heart that knows he was no longer alive when I woke up at St. Mango's. Voldemort is still alive reigning but he seems to believe Harry, Ginny and Ron escaped and I Hermione granger is his prisoner or so he thinks. A kiss will haunt me forever...