A/N: I'm still writing my two series, Hogwarts to Centurria and Never Ever as well as trying to do all the work my teachers seem to think is necessary, but I had this idea during the week and I really wanted to do a one-shot about it, so here it is.
Mr Ollivander stood near the back of his shop pondering which wand to show the Potter boy next. He pulled a box down from the highest shelf and muttered to himself, "Eleven inches, holly and phoenix feather…….." Would it be wise to let the boy try this wand after what its brother had done to him? But if it was fate that this should be the boy's wand……, after all the wand chooses the wizard, as he always said. No, Mr Ollivander decided, he would find the boy a different wand. It took three hours but eventually Harry managed to find a wand, which suited him. As Mr Ollivander watched Harry and Hagrid leave he wondered if he had done the right thing by refusing to let the boy try the wand. The sparks that Harry had produced with the wand he bought had not been as strong as the ones most wizards created but it was probably all for the best……
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(Four years later)
It was a beautiful June day, the last day of term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the castle should have been filled with laughter and holiday spirits but no one in Hogwarts was happy, no one in Hogwarts was laughing.
A girl stood by a grave, tears streaming down her face. The grave was covered with flowers of all colours and notes written by friends, which blew in the light breeze. She set down a white rose and a piece of parchment bound with a red and gold ribbon. "Goodbye," she whispered before walking away.
A gust of wind caught the ribbon, untying it. The parchment blew open,
Dear Harry,
This is the most difficult letter I've ever had to write. How can you say goodbye to your best friend in a letter? But as you're not here to talk to anymore this is the only way I can. I never want to finish writing this letter because when I do I'll have to except that you're really dead, that you're never coming back, not ever. Ron hasn't visited your grave yet Harry, it's not because he doesn't care, it's because he can't stand to. Ron misses you more than anything, you were like a brother to him. You were like a brother to me too. These last four years have been the best of my life. Not because of the magic, not because of Hogwarts but because I had you and Ron as best friends. Now you're gone. I'm only fourteen Harry, how am I supposed to get though the rest of my life without you? I didn't even have a picture of you but Colin Creevey gave me the picture he took of you and Lockhart in second year. I've cut Lockhart out of the picture so now it's only you there. It sits beside my bed and every time I look at it, it reminds me of you. I have to end this letter now or else I'll never be able to, when I think of you I'll always try to remember the happy times. No matter what happens I'll always have the memories.
You will always be a part of me,
Love Hermione
A/N: As I'm sure most of you got Harry died because the wand he had was not the brother of Voldemort's so Voldemort's wand could kill Harry and it did. Thanks loads for reading and thanks even more if you review.
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