This Harmony Drabble was for today’s Wacky Wednesday AU on the HHr Discord Server. Prompt: “In which Harry or Hermione leave the Wizarding World after the war for reasons… But of course, someone never gave up hope in finding them.”
Hermione was reading on the steps of the New York Public
Library, enjoying an unseasonably warm day. “Hermione?”
Her heart stopped. She knew that voice. She’d know that
voice anywhere. And the fact that she was hearing it now could only mean one
thing: She was going mad.
Finally, after two years of grieving for him, after running
away and leaving her family, her home, her friends, and even her magic behind,
Hermione’s mind had created him for her, probably in an effort to give her the
thing she missed most.
She closed her eyes and several tears fell onto the book in
her lap, then her hands started to shake. She needed to get out of here, back
to the safety of her flat. “Hermione,” the voice repeated, sounding closer this
time, but she couldn’t look. She knew what she’d see, an image of him looking
just as he should – wearing Muggle clothes, slightly older, not as thin and
ragged as he’d looked during the war.
Her mind was a powerful thing and she knew it was trying to
help her, but it hurt so much and she just wished she could turn it off
sometimes. Hermione was rushing down the street, nearly jogging now, when
someone caught her arm. “Hermione.”
She stopped in place, frozen. This was a first. Her visions
of him had never touched her before. She turned around and as soon as she saw
him, she knew immediately he was real. The countless shades of green in his
eyes, she’d never remembered them quite right. His signature half-smile, she
hadn’t got the angle correct in her visions. And when he spoke, saying simply,
“Hi,” she knew this was too perfect. Her mind couldn’t have invented this.
Hermione looked down, unable to look at him for any longer.
“You’re dead,” she whispered. “You were killed in the final battle. And when
you died –” Her voice broke so she finished the rest of the sentence in her
head, – I died. I broke. I forgot how to be.
Harry started talking in a rush. “It was fake. It’s a really
long story, but McGonagall gave me this out, a way to make a clean break and
“-left,” she finished for him. “You left.”
“I left,” he said sadly, tears stinging his eyes.
“You left us.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, I thought it was better if-”
“You left me!” she shouted. “I never left you and you left
“Hermione, I –”
Smack! She slapped him as hard as she could, then turned and
ran the rest of the way home. As soon as she was in her flat, she slunk down
onto the floor and collapsed into sobs.
She’d felt sad when she thought he was taken from her. He’d
fought so hard and won the war, and then, impossibly, been struck by a stray
curse right at the end. That had been sad and even now, two years later, she
wasn’t over it. But this – knowing he’d left willingly – there were no words
for this. Desolation, grief, devastation, none of those seemed like enough.
That night, for the first time since Hermione had run away,
an owl appeared outside her window. She hadn’t seen an owl in ages and fumbled
through the process of retrieving the letter and sending the bird away. She’d
hidden so well but somehow, impossibly, Harry had found her. She wasn’t very
surprised. He was the sort of person who was able to do anything he set his
mind to. She opened the letter and began to read.
When the war ended, I was done, completely spent, and I
had to get away. So when McGonagall faked my death and gave me a chance to
start fresh, I took it. But I only lasted on my own for a month.
I returned to England and sought Ron out and he told me
you’d escaped to America, changed your name, and were living in the Muggle
world. I tried to live with him in his flat for a few weeks and restart my
life, but I couldn’t, so I moved to America and started looking for you.
You’re really good at hiding, which is why it took me
nearly two years to find you, but I would have kept looking, even if it had
taken me ten, twenty, or a hundred years. Because I realized something, a truth
that was hovering near the edges of my mind for years, something that took
losing you to bring to light – I love you. More than that, I need you. I need
you to be me, Hermione, and I think maybe you feel the same way too.
I’m so so so sorry. Please forgive me,
After Hermione finished the letter, she took a deep breath,
then crossed the room to the front door. When she opened it, Harry was sitting
in the hall, just as she knew he’d be. “Hi,” he said, tentatively rising to his
He stood there quiet, several feet away, probably wanting to
be out of range of another slap. “Do you want to come in?” she asked
He beamed, causing her heart to skip a beat. “Are you sure?
Because if I come in, I don’t think I’ll ever leave.”
Hermione kicked the door open wide and gave him small smile.
“Is that a promise?”