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What was your muse doing when they heard about Harry’s death – and later Neville’s death and Harry’s resurrection? How did they react to the news? Did they attend either of the funerals or memorials?
First of all, o u c h. I’m gonna drabble my response, fuck it, because between plotting with Clem and Jess and Jess’ death drabble (thanks Jess i’m crying) has inspired me. As for Neville’s death and Harry’s resurrection, I believe she was with Ron and at least a few others from the Order–probably Ron, Luna, and Ginny if no one else. News of Neville’s death and Harry’s resurrection came back-to-back of one another, and any plans she and the others were making fell to the wayside because one, Neville was fucking dead god why, and two, holy shit Harry was back. She definitely felt like she was suffering from emotional whiplash that day, both elated and devastated, which turned to uncertainty when she saw Harry’s memories were completely gone. Of course she went to Neville’s funeral–he was one of her friends, and he didn’t deserve to die, even if it had brought Harry back. Her emotions about the entire thing are conflicted.
Okay drabble time:
Hermione was starting to get ready for bed when she heard the news.
It had been a long, long day at work, one that left her absolutely exhausted, and the errands she ran after didn’t help her actually relax when she finally had the chance. Jeans and a t-shirt were more comfortable than the dress pants and blouse she wore to the Ministry every day, so there was a small relief. Her hair fell out of the bun it was in after a few tugs at the hairbands that held it up, and she’d been reaching for a hair wrap when the familiar crack of apparation sounded outside of her and Ron’s home, echoing through the silence of the house. Hermione froze where she stood in the bathroom, grabbing her wand when she heard no further noise immediately and heading to the front door.
“Ron?” she called quietly, relaxing a fraction when she saw him already on his feet and wand to the ready. “Were we expecting anyone?”
“No one I invited,” Ron replied, but before he could say anything else the door flew open, the sight of familiar ginger hair being the only thing that kept Hermione from firing on the spot. Ginny was standing in front of them, eyes wide and frantic and her two boys near her. She quickly ushered their nephews into their home and grabbed both Ron and Hermione’s hands.
“It’s Harry,” she said, and Hermione’s guard immediately went back up. She glanced back toward James and Albus as Ginny continued, “James, you and Albus stay here. We’ll be back soon.” She barely waited before disapparating again, and Hermione merely raised an eyebrow at her nephews as if daring them to disobey before gripping Ron’s hand and taking them both to the Potter home.
She immediately saw a mess. Hermione wouldn’t say that Harry and Ginny’s home was normally orderly, but there were never several broken pieces of furniture lying about, nor was there the sticky trail of blood that was now underfoot. Hermione’s own blood went cold, and she barely registered the sound of Ginny or Ron’s own grief as her eyes landed on her best friend unmoving on the floor, familiar green eyes staring lifelessly up at the ceiling. Hermione shook her head slowly at first, then quickly as she stepped toward Harry in pure denial, her legs giving out underneath her and knees landing in what she now knew to be Harry’s blood.
No. No no no nonononono–
Hermione never believed in spirituality, but if Ron was her heart, then Harry was her soul. She loved them both equally, if differently, and to see Harry not breathing or moving in front of her was like tearing herself into two. Not Harry. Please not Harry.
She was still saying those words in her head days later at a memorial organized by the Ministry, the ordeal feeling far too grand and ceremonious for Harry. They were celebrating the legend he’d carved for himself, not the man he was. There were speeches she didn’t remember and faces she couldn’t be bothered to recognize coming up to her to ask questions or offer condolences, which truthfully she didn’t buy because who wouldn’t want a picture being seen at Harry Potter’s memorial chatting with his best friends?
Ron was at her side the entire time, hand pressed to her back or arm wrapped around her, and Hermione was forever grateful for his presence. She leaned into him more often than not, not bothering to give anyone responses unless she personally called them a friend, and when she got home she started planning. That memorial wouldn’t do, not for Harry. There would be a small service, just for his friends and family. There, they would truly honor Harry and remember him, and there they could all mutually grieve without it feeling like a show for the world to see.
If anyone tried to crash it, they could deal with the receiving end of Hermione’s wand.
Upon dying, would your muse choose to become a ghost, or would they decide to pass on?
I feel Hermione would choose to pass on. Sure, maybe some people thought being a ghost would be interesting, but she has few regrets in life that would make her want to stay behind for eternity. Her parents were on the other side, some of her friends were on the other side, Harry used to be on the other side–she would go gracefully to join all who were there currently and all who got there before she did in the meantime. Not doing so wasn’t worth it to her.
Would your muse be capable of using any of the Unforgivable Curses? And would they ever do so or have they ever done so in the past?
Given the right motivation, I believe Hermione would be capable of at least attempting an Unforgivable. Whether she could successfully cast it is another thing entirely, since they’re usually fueled by tapping into all the hatred inside of you, and she tries not to focus on that side of herself when possible. If anyone she loved was in danger, though, she would attempt them in a heartbeat. Otherwise, there are plenty of more dignified ways to get the same effect as an Unforgivable.














