I will remember you.
Chapter 1
I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, If I did I'd be rich and not writing fanfics. I also do not own Angel, the show where I got the idea for the plot.
Harry looked down at the cauldron and sighed as he stirred the potion, making sure it didn't explode in his face and cause chaos and who knew what it would to do him? He looked at Hermione and sighed, they had dated in fourth year and had almost dated again in fifth year. They both still had strong feelings for each other, but that hadn't changed what happened.
Harry could still remember every little detail of the relationship, every time he had simply held her, or kissed her, he could still remember the way her eyes would shine when he told her he loved her. But what he remembered the most was how she would sneak into the boys dormitory, it was technically against the rules but none of the boys nor Hermione cared, and would make sure he was sleeping well. If he would be having a nightmare she would wake up and they would simply sit there together, him being reassured that everything was alright by her and he soaking it in and smiling softly at her.
That had all changed back in fourth year at the end of the third task of the Triwizard tournament when he had been in the graveyard with Cedric, watching as Voldemort ordered Cedric to die with out hesitation, and then the moment had come. The one they had all feared, Voldemort came back, and Harry knew he would be allowed no happiness, no peace, no chance of being normal, or anything that he had wanted since he was eleven years old until he had destroyed Voldemort once and for all.
After he had woken up in the hospital wing to find Hermione sitting at his beside, her eyes red from crying, he could feel the tears coming himself as he knew what he had to do "Hermione.." he whispered looking at her trying not to smile as he saw her eyes brighten as he said her name "H-he's back" he said his voice slowly getting louder, from a whisper to a normal tone, and he hated the look in her eyes as it dawned on her what he was saying "I-I can't lose you.. And if we're together then he has a weapon against me.. And I can't let you get hurt" he said "So.. until I defeat him we need to remain friends" he finished with a deep breath and heartbreak as he saw the hurt in her eyes.
They hadn't spoken all summer that year, and being away from her had killed him inside but he reasoned it was for the better, Voldemort couldn't kill her now. Over the course of fifth year they had slowly rebuilt the friendship they had lost during the end of fourth year, she had been there for him during Umbrage's rule over Hogwarts and after Sirius died. They had even kissed again a few times that year, something he thought he wouldn't get to experience again for a long.. Long time.
Then summer came and they went their separate ways until they met back at the Burrow and their friendship picked up right where it left off, Ron even joined in after finally realizing that Harry and Hermione fit together better than He and Hermione ever would.
Now they were in sixth year and Harry still could feel the ache of not having Hermione there as more then a friend, but Voldemort was still out there somewhere and he couldn't risk Hermione's safety like that. After potions class was Transfiguration, which Harry still wasn't very good at but, and then Defense against the Dark Arts with Snape. This was the first year Harry could remember ever hating DADA class even though he was still doing great in the class.
After all the classes ended he went back to the Dorm to work on homework, mostly because it was due the next day but also because it was an excuse to get Hermione to himself, and sighed at the Parchment he was supposed to be writing his essay on. No matter how hard he worked his brain no words seem to come to mind for this essay. Finally Hermione came through the portrait and walked over, noticing he was having homework problems as usual, and helped him through the essay but still made him work for the answers he needed. "We can't have the Boy-Who-Lived be uneducated now can we?" she asked with a smirk.
His first class of the day was Charms, a good class to talk with your friends, but today they three were deathly quiet, and Harry wasn't quite sure what to say. The class moved quickly and was over before the teacher could finish his lesson for the day, he assigned a reading assignment with a essay over the student's opinion of the reading.
Next was Herbology which also moved rather quickly and then Potions. Harry didn't bother pulling out his potions book, he had already memorized the instructions for this potion when they had began working on it yesterday. He slowly mixed it clockwise until it turned a rather sickly green then looked down in his bag for his book, to make sure he added the right ingredient, he remembered what it looked like but he wanted to make sure that he didn't add the wrong ingredient, the only problem was the book wasn't in his bag, he cursed and kicked his bag. 'I must have loaned it to Ron and forgotten' he thought with a curse as he realized Ron had skipped this class today 'Oh well' he thought and added the plant root, hoping it was the right one, and watched as it turned a pale gray and exploded in his face.
Author's note: I'm sorry if this is kind of short but it seemed like a good place to end the story. Please let me know what you think, Suggestions, reviews, and all other comments are welcome. I'm still not to sure about this story so if I get some good reviews I'll work on Chapter 2.