Suddenly he wondered why he was suffering through this wrap of pain. Why hadn't he just ended it all, long ago? Maybe he would've ended it, but a knock came on the door, a knock that saved his life.
Harry Potter got out of the armchair, letting the blood-colored liquid rest in it's clear, circular glass. His steps were slow and heavy, not that he was. He was thin, but his steps were heavy because of the lack of will to go on. His eyes gazed at the room he passed. It was his library, yet it hadn't been used. It would've added a whole other level of pain.
As he approached the wooden door, he let his eyes skim over the mahogany wood. Then his hand reached and pulled open the brass doorknob. There in his doorway, was Hermione Granger. Her amber eyes skimmed over him like he had skimmed over the wood, except her's was filled with pity and unmistakeably shame of herself.
"Hermione?" his voice said, shocked. She and Ron had left him, fed up with that one person that had left him in the end.
"May I come in, it's freezing," she said, her teeth chattering. Her face was white, and her body was shaking, even when it was swallowed by a large, thick jacket. Her gloved hands and covered arms were crossed, but her shoulders were scrunched. "Harry!" she said, and he nodded. She walked past him, and motioned for him to shut the door.
When he did, he led her to the dining room. "Here, I'll get you food," he offered. She smiled.
"Thank you," she answered. When he left to the kitchen, her eyes darted over the room, and she slid the jacket off. Warmth filled her skin, sending a peaceful feeling surging through her body. There was no fireplace in here, but there had to be one somewhere. She took off her tabogan that she had picked up on her way over to his large house. Her hands slid out of her mittens.
About ten minutes later, after magically cooking turkey, Harry walked into the room. He saw Hermione and studied her from the last time he had seen her. Her hair had been unbelieveably bushy, but now it was naturally thin and wavy like it had been at the Yule Ball. Her eyes seemed to study you and had a mysterious look shrouding them.
She was still slender, and she had a great smile. Harry was also grateful he had such a smart friend. For any other man, this woman was perfect, but not Harry. Hermione was nothing more than a loyal friend, or he thought so before. Now that she and Ron had left him because of his want, he wasn't so sure. Them leaving brought flashbacks to his mind, and tears to his eyes.
Harry set the plate infront of her, but merely stared at the food on his plate. "Hermione...you guys, you didn't even explain why. You just got angry and then yelled that you were leaving," he said, eyes still staring at his food.
"Harry...you should know why." Angrily, Harry hopped up from his chair and ran to the door, with an intent image on where he was going. "Harry!" But he kept going, he needed to reach that place.
"I couldn't help it Hermione, I had to be with her, I thought I could protect her!" he shouted, tears once again clouding his eyes. He ran around to the back of his house, where her grave was. He couldn't bare to see her in a cemetery, she was too special to be another grave in a fenced in sea of death. He sank to his knees in the snow, tears falling from his eyes and dropping onto the white snow. The letters 'Ginny Potter' was engraved into the stone.
"Harry..." Hermione's voice came into earshot. Harry ignored it, and he felt along the jagged letters, the tips of his fingers barely grazing the surface. "You broke up with her to protect her, and then we saw the sense in it. Then you got back with her, and we thought she would..."
"Stop!" he screamed. "She meaned more to me than anything, I couldn't let her go...I just couldn't..." His voice shaked and the tears were streaming. Hermione got on her knees next to him.
"Harry, I know you couldn't, because now I turn back, and I see that you loved her. But you couldn't protect her, but it's not your fault. It was fate that drove you two together, and you couldn't seperate for anything. It was fate that happened to her, it's not your fault," she said. Shame itself had been placed on her after trying to forget about Harry and stay good friends with Ron.
"But...she's gone," Harry almost whispered. Hermione rushed in and hugged, him, he clinging to her tightly, letting the tears flow from his face freely.
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A/N: Yes, a bit sad, I know. I need three reviews before I post the next chapter, but the way. This is a sad chapter, no doubt the first one. Sorry, about those of you who loved Ginny.