Harry and Hermione
Disclaimer: I don't not own anything dealing with Harry Potter or the world he lives in. I am merely borrowing them for ammusement reasons.
A/N: I am not British i am an American. There for i wrote this with them speaking like Americans. I do not wish to anger any of our friends from Great Britton by getting the way they speak wrong. To me that would be an insult. So please don't Take it the wrong way.
Chapter 1
Harry looked up from the corpse of Voldermort and looked into the eyes of his friends. There was shock and fear there, fear of what they had just seen and heard. The shock and fear was there because of the things they had been through and had survived, of the things they had to do, the place and people who had turned against them. Fear of the young man standing before them above the decaying body of his enemy.
It had all ended tonight in a massive battle where good fought evil. The forest around them was blackened by the fight that it had seen. Harry Potter had used every spell he knew, and had defended against them as well. The ground lay littered with the bodies of the dead and dying, both good and bad. Not all of those who died on this night were human.
No the Gaints lost several of their numbers as did the Cenutars. The Goblins and the House Elves Lost even more. All in the name of the young man standing there and the cause he believed in. So much death and desturction could be laid at his feet, but only because he had been forced to it.
Now after they had heard the stories of what there friend had done, no one was sure if good had won completely. Harry Potter the boy who had lived, was now an adult with powers none had ever had before. He could kill with a thought, and protect with but a wave of his wand.
Harry looked up and into the eyes of Hermione, she cowered away at the pure intensity in his eyes. The Harry she knew wasn't there. This was a new Harry, a scary Harry. She was the first to break the eye contact. His gaze then went to Ron. Ron standing there with his left arm limp from a spell. His eye showing the same thing Hermiones did.
Harry's eyes held a fire in them that few had ever saw, and hoped never to see again. His eyes still on his friends he took a step toward them wand still raised. His friends took a step back. Out of no where and Arrow flash his way and with out thought Harry knocks it down and then sends the shooter a spell. The cry of yet another is heard for a moment before there is silence again.
They knew that a part of what made him so much better on this day, was the day the ministry was attacked. In that fight most of the leaders of the magic world had been killed including Dumbuldore. Killed by Voldermort and his death eaters. But none of those is what caused the anger in this very powerful wizard.
No a part of Harry Potter had died that day when Malfoy had Killed Ginny. He had set by her side till they took her body away, to be returned to her family. Even then he set in that spot for an entire day. When he got up and walked away, the anger on his face would have stopped a sane person from getting in his way.
From that day forward he had fought with an anger his friends never thought possible. He had presued Malfoy rentlentlessly. Chaseing him where every he went. The day he finaly caught him, was a day Hermione and Ron would never forget. Malfoy screamed for a long time before he died. Those screams still haunt thier nightmares. Harry had spent hours with him to gain as much information as possible, but they knew that was only the cover. His true intentions that day was to kill Malfoy. It was a day that was only topped by this day as far as causing fear in his friends.
He looked one last time at his friends, then smiled and dissappered. They looked at each other with sad looks on thier faces. Where had Harry gone? Why had he smiled at them like that?
"Ron we have to help him!" Hermione screamed.
"How do you suppose we do that?" Ron asks her back.
"We go after him, and let him know we are still there for him." Hermione tells him.
"Hermione, have you lost your mind?" Ron wonders.
"Have you? Did you forget all the things he has done for not only you but the whole of the world?" Hermione asks him.
"No i haven't Hermione, I don't think any one will be able to forget. Do you also remember how he accomplished that deed?" Ron asks.
"You mean because he fought Evil with Evil? Becuase he did the things he had to do to win this war?" Hermione asked him with anger in her voice.
"Hermione you were there as well as i was the day he caught Malfoy. That was revenge plain and simple." Ron tells her.
"For your sister! For the girl he loved! He also found out about what was suppose to happen today. It was that information that allowed us to win tonight, or have you forgotten that as well?" Hermione asks him with tears in her eyes.
"No Hermione i haven't forgot he did it for Ginny. But that doesn excuse they way he did it." Ron says trying to hug her to calm her down.
"No! Do not touch me! You have turned your back on him more than once Ronald. Now when he needs you the most you are going to do it again?" Hermione pushes him away as she speaks.
"Don't you think he turned his back on us, and the way we agreed to do things? Don't you think he went against everything we were suppose to stand for?" Ron shoots right back at her.
"I think he did what he knew he had to do, because he knew we couldn't. We failed him in the end Ron, both of us. Now you want to fail him again?" She sighs as she walks away.
"Where are you going Granger?" Ron asks.
"Away from you, and to find my friend." Hermione then disappers.
Ron is left standing on the battle field in complete shock. He had never expected her to react towards hiom in that maner. She was suppose to be his girlfriend, and yet she walked away from him to find Harry.
High above the battle field on an mountian top over looking it set Harry Potter. His emotions were right on the edge, and ready to boil over. He had finished something tonight that had started on the fateful night his parents had died, The night ha had became The Boy Who Had Lived. Now he was the man who had to live with what he had done. He could see the fear in the eyes of his friends. They had a right to fear him, after everything they had seen him do.
He had been forced to do things no normal or sane wizard would ever do. Plus there was Malfoy, he had chased him with the intent to kill him, and he had. It took Malfoy hours to die, and Harry had enjoyed every minute of it. That as much as anything is what drove him to win this war. To end it once and for all. Because that day, he had scared even himself.
The war was over, there were a few people who needed dealt with still. He didn't have to be involved in that. His revenge for Ginny was now complete, and the young woman could now rest in peace. His life was now his own, but why then did he feel so empty inside. He felt the magic as it was beening used and knew who was there.
"What do you want Hermione?" He sighs at her.
"To make sure you are ok?" She asks tentively.
"I am as good as i can be right now. Go back to Ron, live your life as you should have been able to all along." Harry tells her.
"And what about you? Are you coming back with me?" Hermione asks.
"No Hermione, i won't be going back with you. I could see the fear in your eyes and in Ron's. Do you know how much that hurt. For you two of all people to think i could hurt you." Harry says.
"Harry you have to understand." She starts but is stopped.
"Understand? Understand? I understand that i did what i had to do in the only way i could do it. I was left with no choice, no one else was going to do it!" Harry shouts as he stands up and turns toward her.
Hemione gasps and steps back a step as Harry stands up and faces her. His eyes glowing with the anger and hurt inside of him.
"See, i even make a move your way and you step back and gasp. I can't be around that, i have enough to deal with right now. Go Hermione, go and forget all about ever having a friend named Harry Potter." With that he disappers again.
"I will never forget you Harry." She says to the wind.