In His Arms
A year after Harry, Ron, and Hermione graduate from Hogwarts the school is attacked. The trio comes to help and one is lost leaving the other two in mourning. Follow them as they try to get through this emotional trauma.
Hermione's POV
So this is the end? This is how I die? In the tender arms of one I loved so much? Yet the arms of one whom never cared?
"He weeps of the love he's lost." (I say the love he never claimed.) "He cries out his faults to you." (The faults I never saw.) And, as you look at him, his robes covered in blood, your blood that spoils the man so pure, you speak, 'You should have clamed what was yours, Harry, I always have loved you, why didn't you love me?' he weeps and answers, 'I do love you Hermione, and I always will. Remember that.' Then you smile and close your eyes. With your last strength you say 'I love you.' And then, you die.
I had been told how I would die many years ago, but I never believed it. After all Trelawney's predictions of Harry's death always turned out rubbish, predicting the future, I though, was a bloody lie. Now I see that it is true. And he weeps and cries out his faults to me, faults I never saw, and as I look at him, his robes covered in blood, my blood that spoils the man so pure, I say "You should have clamed what was yours, Harry, I always have loved you, why didn't you love me?" he weeps and answers, "I do love you Hermione, and I always will. Remember that." Then I smile and close my eyes. But, to prove myself right, even if only I know it, I open them again, and with my last strength I say "I love you." And then...
Harry's POV
I saw her smile as I cried and then she closed her eyes, but opened them again, as if to prove something, than she said, "I love you." After that I felt an enormous wrench of pain and I knew she was gone, never to return to me again. I wailed out in anguish as I realized that I would never be able to marry her, to take her as my wife. I didn't care what Ron and the others thought as I screamed and cried, shaking violently with my sobs. Soon I felt a hand on my shoulder as I turned to see whom it was I saw Ron, laying on the floor crying, as Fred and George tried to pick him up and move him on to the stretcher, to no avail. As my head reach the point where it could no longer turn I saw Dumbledore, the Hogwarts school headmaster. He wore a sad smile and he didn't have the familiar twinkle in his eye.
He was very grieved at losing one of his friends, students, and fighting companions all in one death. He looked at me with my tears streaking my face and said "Hermione fought bravely and died protecting you, I will not say don't cry, for I know the pain of losing love, and I will not say don't dwell on it, for I don't think she would offer her life for one who would not properly grieve for her, but I will say this, do not live your life in sorrow, she died so you could live, so live, don't forget her, but also remember that you have other friends and people who need you." With that he left and spoke to Ron. I sat there until Fred came and took me to the informatory. There Ron, Fred, George, and me sat, looking at Hermione's still figure, crying.
Ron's POV
As I watched Hermione's still, beautiful body I thought back to what I had seen. Harry, Hermione, and me had just graduated from Hogwarts when we received a notice that Voldemort had attacked the school. Because we were in the Order we were asked upon to fight. When we arrived Voldemort attacked Harry and a ferocious duel took place.
As Harry and our enemy dueled I fought the traitor rat Peter, the same man who had betrayed Harry's parents 17 years ago. I finally killed him and I turned to help Harry only in time to see Harry's wand fly to the Dark Lord. The evil man then decided to make Harry's death longer by using a curse that cut various places on the body, the knivivo curse.
I saw Hermione jump to Harry's protection, pushing him out of the way and the curse hit her instead. She bore the pain in silence, without a sound, and then lifted her own wand, casting the same curse on the Dark Lord. But she cast it with such ferocity that it killed the man all wizards had feared.
I watch as Harry grabbed Hermione and rest her in his lap. He cried and cried while Hermione sat there as though she was remembering a slightly bad memory. Then she told him that she should have claimed her and that she had always loved him. He answered that he loved her too. I felt my heart wrenched out as I realized that she had only loved me as a friend, and that Harry was her choice. I had loved her more than a friend and Harry had loved her only as a friend. Was he lying or did he truly love her. I was jerked away from my pondering by a cry and I knew that Hermione was dead. I fell to the floor crying and Fred and George helped me to the school informatory. I now know that Hermione would have never loved me but it only worsened the pain. All hopes were dashed. And I can only sit here and cry for the love I lost; yet the love I would never have had. I cried for Harry's love. A bitter thought but no less true. And now we had lost her, she who saved Harry and me in school, and again in this battle, she was gone.