Harry was walking to his death with Dementors overhead. It was as though they where waiting for him. This was what was supposed to happen, he knew that. He was going to see his parents and Sirius again.
The hard part was to leave all his friends behind. Hagrid, Ron, Luna, Neville and the Weasleys. They had meant so much to him. Hermione.
Oh, Hermione.
Hermione who was there with him every step of the way, through everything that he went through in his Hogwarts career.
Who was there hunting Horcruxes, keeping him sane and focused when they where getting nowhere.
Hermione fixing his glasses.
Hermione defending him to Draco Malfoy on the Quidditch field.
Hermione and her time turner saving Sirius and Buckbeak.
Hermione in her dress, looking so lovely in periwinkle at the Yule Ball.
Hermione marching into the Department of Mysteries to help him save Sirius.
Hermione fighting valiantly when the Death Eaters attacked.
Hermione declaring her love at his 17th birthday party and giving him
her virginity.
I Love You Hermione, Forgive me.
He whispers, "I am about to die…"