Lost Friend
Note: This is an alternate ending to Harry Potter #7. Harry dies bringing Voldemort with him and Ron ends up with Hermione, but not the way JK describes it.
Hermione sat in her chair still staring at the tomb. The Boy Who Lived actually died. It seemed impossible. Memories of her and her best friend flashed through her head. The two of them laughing about the librarian and Mr. Filch's love affair, them walking around the lake talking about what was wrong with Ron, the two together and alone in the common room laughing about what Teen Witch Weekly wrote about Harry in that month's issue. Tears fell from her eyes falling onto her open hands. Of course this was going to hurt. It hurt to watch him fall. It tore her in two to see his face full of triumph as his parents were finally avenged and also with no sign of life. The grief was too much to hear everyone scream, but not out of happiness, but out of shock and sadness. The depression sunk in as Ron and her were the first to reach him and find no pulse going through his veins. It was all too much.
She watched Ginny walk up to the tomb and drop a red rose and turn already in tears. If she only knew… Ron stood from his place next to Hermione and walked up to his best friend's resting place.
"You know, it will never be the same without you," he said simply and walked away leaving Hermione alone to walk up to Harry's tomb. She stood slowly not sure if her legs could hold her. Her whole body was numb, her legs feeling as heavy as iron. Each step was careful and agonizing as she got closer and closer to him. She stood with her back to all the seats. She was the only one up there and no one would hear her. She set the white rose in her hands on the place where his heart should be.
"I wish I could tell Ginny why you really broke it off, Harry. I wish I could go back in time and stop that spell from hitting you. I wish you weren't dead. I wish so many things and I know they will never come true. Oh, if only they could come true. If only you were still alive right now." She sighed slightly and looked up at the cloudless sky. "It's a beautiful day, a great day for Quidditch as you would say. Your kind of day, not a cloud in the sky with the slight breeze and the sun shining just right."
She stopped and looked down to the writing scribed into the tomb. It said:
Here lies Harry James Potter.
The Boy Who Lived
The Chosen One
A great friend, hero, person.
Hermione reached out slowly to trace the words. "They forgot one thing." She smiled slightly. "They forgot boyfriend."
She let her hand slide away and pressed her fingers to her lips then back to the tomb.
"I love you, Harry Potter. Always have and always will. I wish we could have had the life we dreamed of." With that, Hermione turned and strode away from her best friend, her boyfriend, and the love of her life and went back to Hogwarts. Ron would need her from now on and she promised herself never to tell anyone what her and Harry were and always will be in her heart.