A/N: This is one of my all time favorite songs. I was listening to it while I was reading fics and thought this fit perfectly : Sorry if there's any grammar/spelling mistakes. I don't know how to set up Microsoft Word (I got a laptop and it came with it, but it says I need a product key. I have no clue where that product key is) and so I'm stuck with Wordpad for now. This is also my first fanfic.. So I hope I did well enough. For right now it's a oneshot, but I'm thinkin about making it more chapters (whether it'd be a whole story or just a series of oneshots, i'm not sure), using a song by The Spill Canvas for each chapter. But I'm not sure, I guess it depends on how many reviews I get.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or the song. (Bracelets by The Spill Canvas)

I found fountains of imagery that are passing through me like a knife
From a group of friends that prefer to attack from the back

Harry fell back onto the bed, the dust flying up all around him. He was currently on the Horocrux hunt, this time bringing Neville and Hermione insteasd of Hermione and Ron.

Ron...

He and Weaseleys (except for the twins, Charlie and Bill) seemed to be completely against him. Harry had undergone training all summer, and agreed to come back to school. There he would also train, along with Hermione, and what supposed to be Ron. But everything went wrong.

Flashback

Harry was currently training with Moody, Remus and Tonks under the Dursley's household, in a newly created basement. They had all explained to the Durselys Harry's fate and what he had to do. The Dursleys decided that they could train, as long as "the boy and his freak friends" stayed out of the way, didn't make noise, and didn't destroy the house.

Harry was officially 17 as of five minutes ago, and the Aurors had decided they wouldn't waste anytime getting right to training.
"Tonight, Harry, we won't be doing any new spells, just reviewing old ones. Dumbledore's portrait said that your true power would be released once you come of age in the magical world," Remus explained.

"What about the blood protection?" Harry asked, tapping his wand on his leg.

"It should end at the end of this summer. Or maybe next summer." Moody jumped in. Everyone looked at him, questions dancing in their eyes. "Lily was a Muggleborn. For her, coming of age was 18. She might have made it so that extended to that age."

As they were practicing, a loud crash was heard overhead.

"What in bloody hell!" Vernon Dursley yelled. Harry could imagine his uncle's face growing purpler by the second. "What are you freaks doing here? The other ones promised they'd be quiet about this."

"Wands at the ready everyone," Tonks whispered. They advanced up the stairs. Tonks held up one, two, three fingers, then burst into the kitchen. What they saw they did not expect. The Dursleys were bound up, and two red faced, red haired Weasleys standing above them.

"Ron! Ginny ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Harry screamed.

"Busting you outta here, you're coming back to the Burrow love," Ginny cooed, lowering her wand.

"And that makes you think that bounding up my family is okay?" Harry question. He was so mad, that all of Mrs. Dursley's knick knacks started to rattle on their shelves. That didn't bother Ron or Ginny though.

"Family? Mate, what has gotten into you?" Ron cocked his head in confusement. "All these people have ever done is treat you horribly."

"Yes, they might have, but they are cooperating with us none the less." Harry said, strangely calm. China cups were starting to fall off the shelves.

Remus put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry calm down. Just go to the Burrow.. we can set up something there like we did here."

"But what about the protection here?" he asked, turning around to face Remus.

"We'll be okay.. more wards will be put over the Burrow to make it safer, okay?"

"Alright.. Let me go pack." Harry headed up the stairs, but then stopped to say something to Ron and Ginny before going upstairs. "Untie them, would you?"

When everyone arrived at the Burrow, Harry was immeadiatly attacked by a head of brown hair.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione cried, throwing her arms around his neck. "How are you? How have you been? I've been terribly worried about you, even more so than usual since I couldn't write to you."

"Hermione! Hermione!" Harry chuckled while awkwardly putting his arms around her waist. "Calm down Hermione, I'm okay."

Hermione pulled back a little, but not enough to back out of the embrace. She cupped his face in her hands, and rubbed her thumbs across his cheeks. Looking up with big, brown, puppy eyes, she asked, "Are you sure you're okay? You aren't going to go crazy and yell at us again, or blow up my head or something right?"

Harry tried to fake a glare, but ended up laughing at her. "No, of course not sweets. I've got my temper AND magic under control. Plus, I would never yell at you again.. or blow up your head."

After one more quick squeeze, they let go of each other, not noticing the glares the youngest Weasleys were sending in their direction.

I'm trying to grasp concepts of your dimensions
While my universe is laced around your wrist
I am the bracelet you sport
I am everything, everything that you have ever missed, and more
I was hoping I could tell you this with two feet on the ground
But I don't think I can talk,
because I'm not very stable right now
Yeah

Harry sighed. Ever since then, his feelings toward his bushy haired friend had changed. But he couldn't; she belonged to Ron. It made his heart clench and his stomach churn at even the thought of telling her. He had thought about just sitting her down and explaining how he felt, just to get it off his chest. He worried a little about their friendship being a little weird.. but he thought that their friendship was stronger, that if it was awkward, it wouldn't be awkward at all. So to try and make himself a little better (he knew that sounded selfish, but whenever had he ever put himself before others? never. once wouldn't hurt), he had told Ron that he couldn't come.

"You have a family that worries about you.. that would never want to see you dead. Stay here with them," Harry said.

That put a great strain on his friendship with Ron. The worst thing was yet to come. Instead of Ron, he had invited Neville. He had spilled his guts to Neville, cried, sobbed and yelled, which were things he would have never done to Ron. Neville took it all. He comforted Harry, and said that he would come with him, and stay by his side until he couldn't anymore. Ron couldn't take this, and made Ginny and most of the Weasleys go against him too.

The next morning, Hermione bust in, crying her eyes out. "Oh Harry, how could he do this to me? I hate him, I hate him, I HATE HIM!"

Immediatly, Harry took her into his arms. "What's wrong, what happened?"

"Ron! He, he, he cheated on me with Lavendar!"

"What?" Harry's eyes flashed. "How'd you find out?"

"Oh please don't be mad at me Harry.. But I've been keeping up correspondence with Luna, and she said she caught them in the act!"

Harry cracked a smile at her being worried about correspondence at a time like this. "Hermione, I have to tell you something..."

"What Harry?" Looking up at him with big brown eyes full of tears.

Harry stayed silent for many mintues. i Just say it you dolt! I love you. I. Love. You. I LOVE YOU! Why can't I say it/i

"Never mind. It's okay.. We'll be okay," Harry said soothingly, rubbing soft circles up and down her back. "Calm down sweets.."

In this dream that I had...
"You can't kill heroes"- that's what we said to them
"You can't kill us"
With our instruments broken before us
and the boys in the line they begin to count to five

Five months later

"HA! YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO TRY HARDER TO TAKE ME DOWN, TOM!" Harry yelled, dodging spells, left and right. There weren't many Deatheaters left; most had fled when they had seen Harry's power against Voldemort.

"Oh and what makes you think that?" Voldemort questioned, all while sending silent spells and jinxes to Harry. Then he called out, "Minions! Attack!"

"Oh shit," Harry muttered. But then he saw Hermione running up to him, hair bushier than usual, and there was blood down the front of her robes. "Hermione! Get back!"

"No Harry, I need to tell you something. I would never be able to live with myself if I didn't tell you this."

Harry knocked her flat against the ground, then rolled the two of them behind a large boulder. "What Hermione? What's so bloody important?"

"I love you." She had said three simple words, but it seemed to stop time for Harry. After not responding for a minute or two (but who could have known anyways? time felt speeded up and slowed down at the same time), Hermione started to bite her lip. "Harry?"

"I love you, so, so, so much." And with that, he kissed her. He kissed her with all the locked away passion he had, with all the love, lust and desire he had for her.

"Awe, look at Potty sharing a tender, loving moment with his Mudblood," the high-pitched voice of Voldemort said. "Too bad that will be you last moment. Prepare to die Potter."

"I, we wont die," Harry replied firmly, bringing himself and Hermione up to their feet.

"And why is that?"

"Because you can't kill heroes."

And the trigger pulls
The bullets pepper the brick wall behind our heads
and the smoke, it fills the air
The captain yells to cease fire
and the squad begins to wait and stare
as the dust clears the air, and we're still standing

"SHOOT THEM WITH EVERY SPELL YOU KNOW! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU USE, KILL THEM BOTH!" Voldemort screeched.

The Deatheaters shot spell after spell after spell. From Avada Kadavra to Crucio to the Bat-Boogey Hex were thrown their way. After about 10 minutes of straight spell throwing, Voldemort had everyone stop. The dust took many moments to settle. A knife, even a dull edged one, could have cut the tension in the air in those very moments. When the dust cleared, there they were, standing like they had just been daydreaming, or looking at the scenery.

With smiles on both our faces
we spit their faulty ammo to the ground
and remind them once again
With smiles on both our faces
we spit their faulty ammo to the ground
and remind them once again
that you can't kill heroes

But one odd thing was the ball of light that Harry and Hermione seemed to be controlling. They both had odd smiles on their faces.

"What did we tell you Tom?" Hermione questioned, a very Slytherin-like smirk grazing her lips.

"I will not be called my wrongful name by a bloody MUDBLOOD!" Voldemort yelled. If he had hair, right now he'd be yanking it out of his skull.

Not detered by him, Harry continued. "What were you thinking Tommy, old chap? Trying to kill us?"

"Maybe we should tell you again," Hermione said.

"You can't kill heroes," Harry and Hermione stated, quite calmly. It was like the calm before the storm, and oh what a storm it would be. "YOU CAN'T KILL US."

They took the ball of white light that they were controlling, and made it grow and grow. As it grew, it also became brighter, so bright thatyou had to shield your eyes in order not to be blinded. As soon as it was at its maxium size and brightness, Harry and Hermione simutaniously raised their arms, then slammed them down. The ball impacted the ground and an earthquake started rumbling deep in the ground until it came to the surface. It didn't make cracks in the ground; it just made a huge hole that all remaining Deatheaters and Voldemort fell into. Only Harry and Hermione had ground to stand on.

"Avada Kadvra!" Harry screamed, aiming his wand at Voldemort with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Incendio! Incendio!"

Voldemort sceamed the most unearthly scream ever to be heard before bursting into flames and falling into the fiery bowls of the earth. Then the ground just simply closed up, and Harry fell to his knees, and then onto his back.

"You did it Harry! We're safe, and you survived!" Hermione cried, throwing her arms around Harry's neck and crying tears of joy.

"Yeah, I guess I did.. but that doesn't make me any better than him. I killed him, Hermione, KILLED him," Harry said, looking away.

"Yes, you did Harry. You killed him. But you feel horrible for doing it, even though you utterly despised him. And you have the power he knows not," Hermione explained, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Oh, and what would that be?" Harry replied, a smile playing at his lips also.

"You have love," she said, kissing him deeply. "You have me."

I was hoping I could tell you this with two feet on the ground
But I don't think I can talk,
because I'm not very stable right now
No, I'm not very stable right now, yeah
No, I'm not very stable right now

"I have to ask you something, and even though this is probably the worst time, and I'm so unprepared.." Harry started to ramble.

"Harry, just go on with it," Hermione said.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

A/N: Sooooooo that's the story. Reviews/nice critisism (spelled wrong, i think) are welcome.