Disclaimer: Characters are J.K Rowling's.
A/N: This idea just popped into my head one day, and it seemed almost as if it wrote itself as I went along.
Dear Hermione,
I know when you read this, you'll be upset, and I'll be eternally sorry for whatever pain this will cause you.
About one year ago Remus found the reason why Voldemort wouldn't die, not even after we had destroyed all of the Horcruces. The reason was me, Mione. I'm a Horcrux. That's why he didn't kill me when I finally confronted him at the end of seventh year- he had already discovered it, even if we hadn't.
Try to understand, Mione, I couldn't let everyone suffer because of me. Not anymore. I've gone to face him, and this time I won't be able to come out alive.
I'm so sorry, Mione, please, please, forgive me.
My love for you will live on forever, Mione, death can't stop it. And wherever I end up, I'll watch over you, and I'll wait for you. I'd wait forever for you, Mione.
Please Mione, be happy. Find someone to love you as I have. I'm not telling you to forget me, I know you wouldn't do that- just, please, know that that's what I want. Just your happiness.
I'll be yours now and forever,
Harry
No, no not Harry, not Harry, not Harry. Harry no Harry, no PLEASE! How- no. Harry, please.
Her mind was in a jumble, and all she could focus on was that Harry was gone- he was- gone.
"No," she sobbed.
Stupid noble Harry!
Why? Oh God why?
Harry was all that was left of her life- Ron was dead, her parents killed by Death Eaters. And now Harry.
Why him? Why is it always HIM?
She fell to her knees, head bowed into her cradling arms, and one hand still grasping the letter. All she had to live for was gone.
Forever.
NOOOO!!
"AHHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed.
But there was nobody home to hear her.