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The Boy Who Died
"Stupefy!"
Hermione shifted her feet in an attempt to bend the ray of the curse.
Lucius Malfoy dodged the attack, sidestepping his way around the blast.
Draco Malfoy lunged at Harry's dead body but Hermione yelled out the green curse.
"Avada Cadavra!"
Falling over, Draco's eyes grew cold and blank.
The roof of Hogwartz shook with the power of Magic.
Lucius Malfoy bellowed in rage and anger. His voice was projected so loud that Hogwartz shook once more.
"Avada Ced-"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Lucius fell over, and his body hit the marble floor.
Voldemort sprang at Hermione. Reality twisted into knots as Hermione pulled out the Resurrection Stone. Hermione uttered the death curse and apparated.
She hit the stone ground, landing hard in the dirt. Her jacket stained with mud and her hair became knotted and wet. "Uunn..." She groaned. Her hands were cold. She looked at her hands, they were bloody. She searched for her wand. Fumbling in the dirt, she wrapped her hand around a stick of wood. Yes! Hermione flicked her wand at the ground and flame danced a little on the ground. Hermione stood. She smoothed out her sweatshirt and dusted off her sleeves. Hermione walked over to Harry's dead body and shook him. Crying out, she shook him again. Yelling his name Hermione wept on his chest, wishing for all the world that he was alive. 'The Boy who Died', Hermione thought as she rocked over his body. The trees rang with the sound of her voice.
"Hermione?"
Harry pried Hermione's arms off him as he embraced her tightly. Hermione's body shook with surprise and she threw her arms around Harry's neck and the two kneeled in the dirt sobbing. "Harry..." Hermione looked into her friend's eyes. "I thought you were dead." Harry broke the eye contact and pursed his lips. "Voldemort killed me but...I think you brought me back." Hermione looked at the sky and then at Harry and bit her lip. "...I killed Voldemort, Harry."
Harry's world seemed to stop and he looked at the ground. The ground started to spin and he touched his scar. He gripped his knees and scratched his knees in an attempt to gain his mind. Failing, Harry passed out in the dirt, light fading.
Hermione set a cup of tea on the table beside Harry. Hermione stared into Harry's face and admired his hair and his lips and chin. She reached across the table and parted his hair and kissed his forehead. She didn't know where they were but they are definitely in the forest. Hermione recounted the past. First Harry and herself went into Hogwartz and fought death eaters. Out of nowhere Voldemort struck Harry down. Hermione grew so angry. She watched all of her friends die...Ron, Luna, Neville, and so many more. Ron hurt the most. She loved Ron.
Hermione leaned back in her chair and stared at the tent flap waving in the wind. She set her hands in her lap and tried to get warm against the cold. She glanced at Harry again. Growing cold, Hermione thought it best to sleep with Harry in the same bed, a thought that she never have thought of before. Pulling back Harry's covers, she eased in softly, feeling his legs on hers. She felt kind of hot in her face as she felt his butt touch her waist. She put an arm around Harry's bare shoulders and nuzzled into the small at the base of his head. She could smell his comforting scent as she drifted to sleep in it. She knew it now was just her and Harry against the world. And she very much liked that.
Hermione woke to light streaming into the tent. Her arm hung loosely over the bed and her hair gathered in front of her face. She could feel the stifling cold on her arms and face. "Harry...?" She muttered. Hermione swung her feet over the side of the bed and rubbed her face. She stood up and made the bed meticulously. She was eager to see Harry, the only thought drifting in her mind since she woke up from slumber's clutches. The light intensified as Hermione exited the tent, stepping on shimmering snow and making the sound of crunching. She spotted Harry sitting on a stump outside, just sitting. She walked to Harry. "Morning." She sat next to Harry and looked him in the face. His stare was blank, off into the distance. "Are you feeling better?" Harry looked at Hermione and smiled his funny crooked smile. "Yeah...yeah I'm all right. Ecstatic actually." Harry put an arm around Hermione. She savored the touch. "Why so happy?" Harry smugly looked at his dearest friend. "Voldemort's dead." Hermione suddenly felt a rush of pride and hubris. "I can feel it," Said the happy Harry. Hermione was reluctant to say it now but she had to. Harry could see the perplexed look on Hermione's face. "What is it?" Hermione stood and looked down at Harry. "Ron is dead, Harry. He died at Hogwartz fighting."
Harry looked at the ground and there was silence for a while. His anger stirred and jolted around inside him. Hermione just watched and died inside as Harry just broke down, pouring tears that he thought he never had. Wailing tears shook the forest. "No! No! No!" Harry beat the ground with his fist and screamed at the sky. "Why?" He yelled. Hermione bent at Harry's height and cried with him, embracing him tightly. The two gripped at each other, and after a solid hour they weeped. Slowly reality came back to them and the cold of the winter drifted into them. They retreated into the tent, the memories of Ron burning into them as they prepared breakfast.