"HARRY! Harry, can you hear me?" Hermione Granger screamed. The lifeless corpse at her feet didn't do so much as flinch, even when her shrieks were at his ear. "Harry James Potter, answer me right now! This is not the time for your bloody childish trickery!"
"He won't wake, my dear." An eerie voice called from over her shoulder. Turning around with a solemn stare, she looked deep into the shallow eyes of Harry's killer. Lord Voldemort stood before her, his wand before him like taunting sword.
"You. You…" Hermione stammered, unable to even describe him.
"Yes, pet?" He mocked. Hermione grabbed Harry's fallen wand, and with one powerful swing, cursed him in the most unforgivable way.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A thump to the floor signified that the Dark Lord had finally fallen. Hermione knew she should've been celebrating, but all she could do was kneel beside Harry, her head on his bleeding heart.
"Harry, why? WHY?" She moaned. She didn't know how long she lied there, maybe minutes, maybe hours. All she knew was Dumbledore didn't come soon enough. He arrived with Minerva McGonagall, Servus Snape, Ron, Fred, and George. Somebody let out a gasp, but Hermione couldn't tell. It didn't really make a difference that they were there, she was still sprawled out and bawling. "Harry, please wake up. I won't ever get mad at you for those silly arguments again! I promise! I love you!"
She felt a firm hand pull her up. "No!" She gasped. "No, I can't leave him!"
All she knew was that the person wasn't Dumbledore, because she could hear him saying, "Get her out of here. She doesn't need to see any more, she saw it happen." There was some quiet discussion, but she most definitely heard him yell, "LISTEN TO ME, TAKE HER AWAY!" Because it wasn't often that their wise Headmaster would loose his temper. Hermione pulled out of the reach of her captor and knelt down again.
"I'm sorry, I have to go. Goodbye, Harry." She said amidst tears. Professor McGonagall helped her up and took her to Madame Pomfry, where Hermione would spend the night, leaving with a single cast. It's not fair, she thought, that I leave with no scars, and he leaves with one big one in my heart.
