A/N: For all you Harry Potter harmonian freaks (me included). This one's for you and I hope you enjoy it but I need some feedback that way I can have more ideas to come up with for you people can't write it if I don't know what you people want. Got it? Good, now that we have that cleared why not start the story?
Forgot the disclaimer
Disclaimer: Disclaims
BLUE ROSES
Dear Beloved Harry,
If you're reading this, I'm dead already. This isn't my deepest regret the world is a much better place without me and you should be happy. I'm not stopping you from facing Voldermort. I killed myself because if I didn't Voldermort would in front of you and I couldn't bear to even think of the pain you would go through. You mustn't mourn for me but you must defeat Voldermort. It's my only dying wish but not my dying regrets. All of the mistakes I have made have sunk in and the biggest and best one I made was you. The soft tender kissing, the way you smelled, how I ruffled your hair, your inescapable grasp. I love you and everything was right between us but it is for these reasons I have done what I did. My deepest dying regret is that I did not tell you this or have a chance to tell you Good-bye or even see our roses bloom; I wish I could have seen them. Please take care of the roses as a reminder of me. I loved you until my very last breath and I hope I will see you in another life where we can hopefully continue with our relationship and be happy.
With My Last Breathes,
Hermione Granger
Harry read the letter twice just to make sure he caught every sentence. His lover had killed herself for the greater good of the wizarding world, now the least he could do was honor her dying wish and beat Voldermort. He would never again meet anyone like her but he knew that Hermione would want him to be happy and that was what he intended to do. He did not mourn just like Hermione asked and he would kill Voldermort
He vanquished Voldermort with the surge of Hermione's love in his mind, successfully and did it in the memory of his dear Hermione. He loved Hermione with passion and when he went to the grave that marked the resting place of his lover, he put and planted passionate blue roses. He always took care of blue roses and it was in his Hermione's death that really appreciated their beauty. It made him reminisce on old fond memories of ruffled hair and blushing cheeks.
But what was done was done and there was no stopping it but as he remembered the letter he decided that Hermione would want him to find another person to date. So he did. Harry Potter, now, "the boy who survived" was going on a date with a new and wonderful woman that reminded him so much of Hermione as Valentina to, loved blue roses.