A.N. Hey! I don't usually write death fics, but in the midst of writing my
Harry/Herm fic, I realized that this would be a great stand- alone. So,
Here it is. Enjoy (or, maybe don't- it's not exactly a happy story.)
Disclaimer: All recognisable characters and/or situations belong to J. K. Rowling. I think I own the plot- haven't seen one of these that follows this exact idea.
"No, Harry, you can play Quidditch in a thunderstorm!"
"Ron, I'm telling you, you can't- what if you get struck by lightning and die, eh? What would you do then? Call up your spirit friend and tell them to revive you?"
"No- er. maybe?"
She, Harry, and Ron were walking Diagon Alley, chatting happily about some random subject. Laughing gaily, they passed Flourish and Blotts', when a dark shadow rose from the ground and took the form of Voldemort.
"'Mione, Ron- run. I'll stay and fight him off."
"Harry, we could help-"
"'Mione, listen to my words! You have to. I'll not have you dying on my account. Go!"
"Harry-"
This time it was Ron who cut in. "Hermione- now. See ya round, Harry. Good luck." And with that, Ron pulled her off down Diagon Alley, away from the spot where Harry and Voldemort were fighting. After about 10 minutes of fighting Ron, Hermione was finally able to pull herself free of his grip and run back- with the intention of saving Harry. or, at least, helping him.
"HARRY!"
"Herm, what- look out!" Harry quickly shoved her to the ground. Voldemort had aimed a curse at Hermione, knowing that it would hurt Harry immensely to see the one he loved (even if he wouldn't admit it) die. The curse that was destined for Hermione hit Harry instead, and he fell to the ground beside her. Cackling evilly, Voldemort fled the scene- he had accomplished what he had come to do. Kill The-Boy-Who-Lived.
"Harry. please don't die. open your eyes." Hermione took his head and laid it in her lap, hoping to look in his brilliant green eyes once more.
"Herm." Harry's eyes opened slowly and it looked as if it took all of his strength just to open them.
"Harry! Oh, thank the Great Wizards, you're okay."
"Herm, I'm not. I can feel it- I'm going to die. No, don't look at me that way. Hermione, I just. want you to know that I. I love you, Hermione Granger." And, having said those words, Harry closed his eyes once more- never to open them again. Hermione felt tears come to her eyes as she looked at his pale, still form. "I love you too, Harry Potter." She bent down and kissed him softly, then broke down in tears knowing that she had been too late. Hermione hoped that Harry had heard her from Heaven, and knew that she loved him.
El Fin.
Disclaimer: All recognisable characters and/or situations belong to J. K. Rowling. I think I own the plot- haven't seen one of these that follows this exact idea.
"No, Harry, you can play Quidditch in a thunderstorm!"
"Ron, I'm telling you, you can't- what if you get struck by lightning and die, eh? What would you do then? Call up your spirit friend and tell them to revive you?"
"No- er. maybe?"
She, Harry, and Ron were walking Diagon Alley, chatting happily about some random subject. Laughing gaily, they passed Flourish and Blotts', when a dark shadow rose from the ground and took the form of Voldemort.
"'Mione, Ron- run. I'll stay and fight him off."
"Harry, we could help-"
"'Mione, listen to my words! You have to. I'll not have you dying on my account. Go!"
"Harry-"
This time it was Ron who cut in. "Hermione- now. See ya round, Harry. Good luck." And with that, Ron pulled her off down Diagon Alley, away from the spot where Harry and Voldemort were fighting. After about 10 minutes of fighting Ron, Hermione was finally able to pull herself free of his grip and run back- with the intention of saving Harry. or, at least, helping him.
"HARRY!"
"Herm, what- look out!" Harry quickly shoved her to the ground. Voldemort had aimed a curse at Hermione, knowing that it would hurt Harry immensely to see the one he loved (even if he wouldn't admit it) die. The curse that was destined for Hermione hit Harry instead, and he fell to the ground beside her. Cackling evilly, Voldemort fled the scene- he had accomplished what he had come to do. Kill The-Boy-Who-Lived.
"Harry. please don't die. open your eyes." Hermione took his head and laid it in her lap, hoping to look in his brilliant green eyes once more.
"Herm." Harry's eyes opened slowly and it looked as if it took all of his strength just to open them.
"Harry! Oh, thank the Great Wizards, you're okay."
"Herm, I'm not. I can feel it- I'm going to die. No, don't look at me that way. Hermione, I just. want you to know that I. I love you, Hermione Granger." And, having said those words, Harry closed his eyes once more- never to open them again. Hermione felt tears come to her eyes as she looked at his pale, still form. "I love you too, Harry Potter." She bent down and kissed him softly, then broke down in tears knowing that she had been too late. Hermione hoped that Harry had heard her from Heaven, and knew that she loved him.
El Fin.