Author's Note: This is based off of a song called Saving Amy by Brantley Gilbert. I heard the song and automatically thought of a fanfiction. Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews greatly appreciated!
Rayne Cassandra Storme
Saving Hermione
"Fred! Fred Save me…please…"
I watch as the girl I've loved since I was sixteen years old falls to her knees in the middle of her bedroom floor. My heart shatters as the tears come down her face, as she looks towards my picture with wild, agony filled eyes. I long to hold her, to kiss those tears away, to save her like she's begged me to a million times in the past year. There's no way to save her, though, and I know that. I know I can't save her but it doesn't stop me from begging God to save her. Because she can't go on like this. She's losing her mind and it's painful to watch, almost too painful to bear but I can't leave her.
It's been a year since the night of the Final Battle, the night I died, and she still hasn't let go. I watched her at my funeral, when she revealed our secret to our family. That was when she took the ring from the chain around her neck and slipped it onto her finger, when she looked mum in the eyes and whispered, 'I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I should've been able to save him.' That sentence alone made me want to hold her. Just hold her and take the pain away from her.
I watched as three years passed, as she slowly started to live again. She went on to become a Healer, saving millions of lives…but still blaming herself for the one life that she couldn't have saved. She was there when mum died, at the very last moment when mum looked at her and whispered, 'I'll give him your love.' She was there, wrapped in Ron's arms as their first son was born, she was there when Ron looked into her eyes and whispered, 'We've had a good life and I've loved you but I know Fred loved you more.' I watched as the tears rolled down her face as she realized that she'd lost both of us…her first love and her husband of ten years. But I was also there as she took her final breath, surrounded by her family, by her son and daughter, by the picture of me on her bedside table. It was my ring on her finger – accompanied by Ron's – that she touched gently as she smiled at her family.
And now I'm the one holding her as we walk through the gates into Heaven. She's pressed against my side, looking just like she did when she was 17 years old on the night I proposed. Her kiss graces my lips as she leans into me, whispering, 'You saved me Freddie.' I raise my head towards God, smiling at him as I thank him for saving her.
"Thank you God for saving Hermione."
