What’s there to Celebrate, Hermione? || witchgranger

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“What would we do, Hermione, honestly?”

Harry turned to look at her. His dear dear friend. A flash of the locket’s image Ron saw that night in the woods flickered in his own head as he caught her eye. He tamped it down. This wasn’t the first time he’d thought of his best mate’s worst fear… and not the first time he thought on the biggest lie he’d ever told his redheaded friend. Like a sister…

“Ron’s still in mourning and we should be, too.”

              “But why? Why must we mourn, Harry?”

      She had a point she was aiming for with her words; those that had fallen deserved the respect, but she knew for a fact that none of them would have wanted those that lived to feel the regret. “By that, I know it is healthy to mourn their deaths and we have been. But it is not healthy to obsess over it, Harry. We can’t change what’s already been done. Do you think Fred would want us to frown? That Sirius would want you to sit back and watch your life pass you? No, neither would and neither would any of the others we have lost.”

                                                She sighed. “Of course, I am also feeling the same that you are, but at least I’m trying. It’s okay that you don’t feel like doing anything, but at least try. For me, please?”