Death

A/N: I don't own anything. This is going to be a long, multi chaptered fic. I've always wanted to read something like this, but could never find anything like it, so I decided I'd write it myself. Enjoy! PLEASE read and review. This is my first fanfic.

HARRY'S POV:

I don't know what happened to our world. Everything was going so smoothly since the war ended. Ron and Hermione were married, Ginny and I were expecting a baby, pro-pureblood laws had ended. Or so everyone thought. The ministry began ordering attacks on random muggle borns, and by attacks, I mean they were trying to kill every last muggle born alive.

Kingsley was the minister during this time. He was someone we thought was our friend. Someone we trusted. Someone Hermione trusted.

Hermione had completely let her guard down thinking that since she was friends with Kingsley, she wasn't in any kind of danger. She was the best in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. We all thought that she was protected. That nobody would try to kill her. But we were wrong. We were all completely wrong.

I was just finishing up signing a few waivers for our next Auror mission. It was late, very late, and I just assumed Hermione was still there. Well, she had to be because I was her ride home. I was still busy signing when she stopped in my doorway.

"Hi Harry." She said sweetly. I looked up to see that she was grinning ear to ear and I couldn't help but smile.

"Hi Hermione." I said looking back down at my papers. Her face fell.

"How- how long do you think? Because I was hoping we could run by Diagon Alley? It's mine and Ron's 2nd anniversary, and I wanted to get him some chocolates or something." Hermione looked at me hoping for some kind of acknowledgement. But I was so worried about my damn papers, that I couldn't give her the decency of just looking up at her and nodding. Something I definitely regret right now. "Harry?" She asked again. This time I looked at her.

I sighed. "Look, just go wait in the car. I'll be out in a second." I heard her sigh and mutter something that sounded like "fine" and walk down the hall.

HERMIONE'S POV:

God, what's got his wand in a knot? I thought as I made my way out to the parking lot. I got to the car only to realize the Harry hadn't given me the keys. Turning around, I ran straight into a man.

"Sorry, sir. I was just-"

"Just leaving? No. You're not going anywhere." The man said in a slightly threatening tone. My heart started to pound.

"Please, sir, can I just-"

"Let me see your arm." Oh no. My arm. The arm that Bellatrix had written that disgusting name on. That disgusting mark that I have to live with for as long as I live. "Let me see your fucking arm!" He grabbed for my arm and I pulled it away only for him to grab it again, and look at my scar, angry red against my porcelain skin. He looked back at me and smiled. I tried to scream for Harry, but he clasped his hand over my mouth and pulled out a gun.

I tried to scream louder, but he pressed the gun against my lower back.

"This is what you deserve. This is what all disgusting mudbloods like you deserve." The minute he ended his sentence, he pulled the trigger. White hot pain erupted through my entire body as the bullet passed through my skin and into my spine. I could feel my blood beginning to seep through my clothing. He let me drop to the floor onto my back and aimed the gun at my chest. My vision started fading from the blood loss and I started to feel weaker. My entire body became numb. So numb to the point where I couldn't even feel the second bullet pierce my heart.

I could faintly hear Harry screaming in what seemed like somewhere far away. I looked back up to see the man pointing his gun at my temple, and then everything was white.