Try

Written By: Frostbite Panda

Edited By: Old Kasprel

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All I know

Is everything is not as it's sold

But the more I grow the less I know

And I have lived so many lives

Though I'm not old

And the more I see, the less I grow

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She sat in the common room. It was empty. The cold seemed to permeate through the air. No life danced within its walls. No life lingered. The air was stale with what had been done.

She stared at the book lying open on her lap. The heavy book laden with the secrets that infested her. That haunted her. She knew.

But she was a coward.

She moved the hair from her face as the dying embers of the fire threw a soft yellow light upon her features. The maddening words upon the page piercing her like a thousand needles. They taunted her. Mocked her apprehension. Her horror.

She finally looked up. She had to do it. The book glared at her, berating her. The inevitable lifted its ugly head and had placed its sharp gaze upon her.

She stood up and walked.

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Then I see you standing there

Wanting more from me

And all I can do is try

Then I see you standing there

Wanting more from me

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The pain tore at her throat like a monster. Fear ripped at her heart with its icy talons. She swallowed back her resentment. Her fear. Her sadness. It was for him. He needed this.

She traveled through the echoing room, the shadows almost daring her to sink within their depths. And never be seen again.

She took one last, long look at the deserted room. Hearing whispers of his voice. Phantoms of his face. He was standing there.

She turned her back upon the life she had built, and walked into her present future.

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And all the real people are really not real at all

The more I learn, the more I learn

The more I cry, the more I cry

As I say goodbye to the way of life

I thought I had designed for me. . .

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So much pressed upon her, she thought she would crumble before she reached her unknown destination.

She stepped upon the platform. The cold of winter greeting her and her travesties.

Nothing could help him now. The only thing he needed was for her to leave. For her to go. The book had told her. . . .

She was on the cusp of illusion. She convinced herself that the book was telling her that he did not need her. Books were the only things solid. They could be counted upon. Trusted for giving facts. Emotions. . .thoughts. . .they couldnÕt be trusted.

She stood. The morning sun now blaring, the air still cold. The platform was bustling. People jostled her as the fought to get to their pointless destinations. Her robe tossed in the frigid wind.

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Wanting more from me

And all I can do is try

Then I see you standing there

I'm all I'll ever be

But all I can do is try

Try. . .

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She walked forward. Into the depths of the tide of people. She fought against the ebbs. She moved, headed to the door of the train. She fought. Tears pooled in her eyes. Why were these people being so rude? Why couldnÕt they just let her make the biggest mistake of her life in peace?

Frustration at these ignorant people welled in her chest like a boiling vat of steel, hot and piercing.

Why was there someone screaming? Why were they shouting her name? They didnÕt know her. They didnÕt know anything. She wanted silence. Complete deafening silence.

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All of the moments that already passed

We'll try to go back and make them last

All of the things we want each other to be

We never will be

And that's wonderful, and that's life

And that's you, baby

This is me, baby

And we are, we are, we are, we are

Free

In our love. . .

~~~

She turned, dazed. He was fighting too. He pushed the spitting pedestrians out of his path. The crowd pushed him back like an angry mob, willing him away. Away from her. He desperately stretched out his hand. Compulsively, she reached for him. Their hands joined and they held onto each other as if the other were tethering to this earth. He pulled her through the throng, staining against the fierce jostles of the commuters. He tugged her through until they were free of the crowd. Free to breath.

He hugged her close, as close as he could get her. They cried together on the platform amongst the milling people, snarling in protest.

She had tried.

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We are free in our loveÉ

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AuthorÕs Notes: DonÕt worry. I donÕt really get it either. XD ItÕs just a weird idea that I wrote completely from the top of my head as I listened to Nelly FurtadoÕs Try. Which is so good. Hopefully I can make a better fic to this song. I highly recommend this song.

But a quick explanation: The common room represents Harry. The platform is the battlefield of the last confrontation. The people on the platform represent the worries, tragedies, and other things that threatened to tear Harry and Hermione apart. The trainÉthe train is what you think it is. So, essentially, Hermione gets buried in this crowd. She wanders too close. SheÕs tried for Harry, but nothing seems to work. SheÕs confused and she wants to leave. Harry pulls her back.

Hope that helps. IÕm not really happy with it but oh well. ;D Read and review!