Like a Blade You Stain, a harry potter fanfic

A.N.-I got this idea when I was writing one of my other stories and listening to this song. The song is called Helena by My Chemical Romance.

Disclaimer-I don't own anything! Crap!

Long ago
Just like the hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you

Hermione couldn't believe he was gone. He didn't even know that she loved him. She never got to say goodbye and he was never coming back, ever.

Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
the lives of everyone you know
and what's the worst you take
from every heart you break
and like the blade you stain
well I've been holding on tonight

Hermione looked at his lifeless body as his family cried over their lost loved one. Tears slid down her face as she thought about the voice that she would never hear again. The eyes she would never see again and the face that would never take her breath away again. Gone, forever.

What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight

It was the day of Fred's funeral. Hermione, dressed in all black, watched as they closed his casket. She would never see his face again. Dead or alive. She would miss him so much.

Came a time
When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold
And what's the worst you take
from every heart you break
And like the blade you stain
Well I've been holding on tonight

Hermione listened to the Weasleys as they each spoke about Fred and how he always brought joy into everybody's life. The hardest to listen to was George's. He broke down in tears halfway through but continued on, nonetheless.

What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
and if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight

Hermione felt her heart rip apart even more, if that was possible. She walked up to his casket and laid a dark blue rose on top. She whispered, "I love you Fred. I will always love you, no matter what."

Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend to leave and then
we'll meet again
when both our cars collide?

After the funeral, Hermione climbed the spiral staircase that lead to the astronomy tower. She couldn't live her life like this. Without him, there was no life to live.

Hermione made her way over to the ledge. She felt a soft breeze on her face. Despite herself, she smiled. "I'm coming Fred." She said right before she stepped off the ledge and into nothing but air.

A.N.-It's sad, I know. I would love to hear your thought, though. Review, please.