Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, J. does and I'm aware of it.

Prologue

As soon as she stepped into the circle of people, she was different. Not as if her appearance had changed, but her way of moving, grieving, crying, speaking and even loving was different. She would move her arms and the bracelets would trinkle like rain. Her scarves would linger on around her arms or just fly in the wind as if they didn't know what to choose. The fire gave her face a golden glow and the tracks of tears were obviously evident on her face. Not that it mattered though. The man she loved was dead. Her Harry was dead.

As soon as the morning sunlight hit Hermione's face, she woke up and blinked with her eyes. It took some seconds to adjust to the cold setting of the tent and her bed without her fiancé.

No good morning kisses, nor snuggling. As if the warmth disappeared with his body.

As soon as the thought hit her, she bit back tears and got up, grabbed some clothes and went to the nearby stream to wash up.

While letting the cold water run over her head, she began thinking about last night. The funeral ceremony had been beautiful and she herself had given him the last honours before leaving this world. If Ron, her be- no their best friend hadn't took her away from the cold body that had presented her Harry she would have stayed there, kissing him, hugging him, crying to him that he had to return, that he couldn't leave her and promising his avenge.

His killer would die.

The fire had been lightened and she gave him her last dance, in the burning light of her fiancé. His fire had been strong, big and warm just like him.

Hermione shaked the memory away and realised that she already had been bathing too long. Ginny would probably already be searching for her so they could go fill the water tanks. She got out of the water and pulled her auburn dress on, her dark red headband and her earrings. Before putting her amulet on she traced her fingers around the engraved sun and moon that presented the life cycles. The amulet had the from Harry's parents, the Great James and Lily who were famous for their peaceful reigning over the gypsy lands. Harry had the exact same, but it hadn't been present on his bleeding, dying body. Her train of thought was demolished when she heard her name being called.

"Hermione? Hermione?"

Two seconds later Ginny appeared, completely out of breath, and with a worried expression.

"Hermione! Where have you been! Everybody has been very worried when we didn't find you in your tent."

Hermione pulled the amulet over her head, en pulls on her darker scarf over her arms.

"I'm sorry, I was bathing. You know I sometimes think to long about… stuff.

She smiled weakly at her red-haired friend.

"Oh, Hermione!" says Ginny while pulling Hermione closer for a hug. "It's gonna be al alright! I promise!

Hermione smiled softly and nodded. She knew that everything would be alright, because Harry had said so. Those had been his last words along with 'Te Iubesc', Romanian for I love you.

But no matter what words her love had muttered in his last breath, she knew she wouldn't be able to continue with her life without achieving her goal.

Avenging her fiancé's death by killing the nobleman Draco Malfoy, who had sentenced him to death and stealing back the golden amulet that he has ripped from Harry's bleeding body.

And without realising her she grabbed the amulet and squeezed it so hard, that it looked like it could break any second.

At that precise moment, at the grand castle on the other side of the town the identical amulet began to burn. The young man grabbed it and pulled it away from his burned skin.

His greyish eyes stared at the amulet while it lost its warmth.

"What was that?" he murmured to himself, and almost immediately remembers the advice a servant gave him while eyeing the amulet:

"Never steal from a gypsy, sir. Their ways are not the way we know them."

He would have that servant come back to explain himself later.

And the young man continues his through the castle grounds, not knowing what great danger and adventure awaits him.

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Yeah, I decided to begin a new story. It's gonna be a hate-love Dramione.

We'll see where I'll end.

I'll hope to update soon.

Love Q.