Hello there! This is my first oneshot, and my first Harry Potter story on here! I came across a Luna/Hermione picture on Deviantart that inspired this. This is one of THE saddest things I have ever written. I was listening to Apocalyptica while writing this too, and I choked up a bit toward the end.
Warning: Character death, Implied, one-sided Yuuri
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Ron would die. I just don't like him! .
It was May second. Dead bodies were all around, blood spattered on the cobblestone floors of there once glorious Hogwarts Castle. The war had lasted years – Voldemort finally dead. It was over.
Harry Potter stood in front of the snake-like corpse for a second, and everyone was in awe. Was it real? They stood stock still until they were brought back to reality with a harsh and high pitched scream.
Harry froze and looked toward Neville Longbottom who, though he was bruised, battered, and bloodied, look mildly panicked.
"Luna." Harry whispered. The two, forgetting that the evil dark wizard had just fallen, when sprinting towards the scream they had never heard before. It sounded like someone was torturing the dotty blonde. When they arrived upon the scene they realized it was much, much worse.
Luna Lovegood sat cross-legged on the ground, her white-blonde hair covered in soot, her cheek bruised and her lip bleeding. There were tears pouring down her face. No, the horrifying thing was what she was holding, or rather who.
In her arms lied Hermione Granger, in a pool of her own blood. Hermione's eyes were barely open, and blood dribbled down her chin from her mouth. It looks like she barely had the strength to breathe.
"No, stay with me Hermione! Were so close, please, you can't die, you can't you can't you can't!" Screamed Luna desperately, rocking the brunette back and forth.
Harry's legs gave out from underneath him. He recognized the spell from some of the books in the Library's restricted section. It literally banished internal organs.
Hermione was going to die.
Neville stood, face white, shocked and terrified at the sight in front of him. Hermione… Hermione was always there, strong and reliable. She always knew what to do – she was sturdy, like a sister to him and Harry. How… how could this be happening?
"Please, please, there so much I haven't told you!" Luna sobbed, her body racked with them. The brown-eyed brunette struggled, but managed to hold onto the blonde's hand with her own shaking one.
"Good…bye…" Hermione croaked with a small smile. She took one more shaking, painful breathe, before the light slowly died from her once intelligent eyes and she was still.
Luna's breathe froze in her throat. "H-Hermione?" She whispered, looking intently for any reaction. "Hermione? Hermione?" She said franticly, hands shaking like mad. "Hermione, Hermione wake up! I love you Hermione, please wake up!"
Luna was shaking with her confession, though it fell on deaf ears. The girl who she always argued with, the girl she secretly admired and looked up to, the only girl she'd ever been in love with, lay dead in her arms.
Silent tears trailed down Harry's cheeks from his emerald eyes. Neville didn't know what to do. The next word Luna spoke was filled with so much regret, longing, and agony that neither could stand it.
"HERMIONE!"
THIS MADE ME SAD TO WRITE! But I actually like it. I think its pretty... in a morbid fashion.
~Adra