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This is a multi-chapter story centering around Harry/Hermione.

Chapter One

Inferno

His eyes had always been my weakness; those beautiful emerald orbs peered straight through me and had a way of communicating his emotions more effectively than his mouth ever could.

But tonight they wounded me and caused me the most excruciating agony I had ever felt; try as I may I could never escape his gaze.

Anger, fear, sadness, and pain radiated from his eyes as tears fell from mine. Each breath was drawn with painful gulps as he desperately tried to keep from crumbling, he was too proud for that.

Every breath taken sent sharp pains radiating throughout my body as I stood trembling like a leaf. I had no right to act the wounded victim as I was the one so callously throwing the knives, however, as I stood before him watching him wither I felt hollow. My mind searched desperately for something to cling too as my world crashed and burned.

Sensible, intelligent, and practical had always been the words I was praised with but at this moment I had never viewed those thoughts as flawed. Sensible I wasn't as I twisted the knife further into his heart from my bitter words, intelligent, no, for an intelligent person would not ruin or destroy their world, and practical, definitely not practical as I should be weeping and begging him, not walking away. Those words did not describe me like everyone often said they did and saddled me unfairly; burdening me with the weight of expectations I could not meet.

Falling so far below that line, I found myself standing here at this moment in time, in our house, surrounded by all of our things as my world slowly burned and I had ignited the flames.

Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide I stood facing the inferno entrenched in flames as I watched my husband's slow torture in front of my very eyes. He deserved better than this but I had condemned him to hell, this pain, from my love.

Love, such a happy delusion, full of smiles and sunshine's but ours drew bitterness, resent, hate, and pain. Underneath our perfectly crafted lie we bled, pouring from our very souls, as we tried to carry on our farce. For hell was better than heaven, at least to our damned souls. Silent screams engulfed my ears as my soul flowed from my body finally falling victim to the inferno that was my life, our life. He'd tried, as much as his damaged soul would allow and so had I, but inevitably we'd failed and now we would have to pay for it.

The world's heroes we were, but we never stood a chance against ourselves. I watched entranced as our things shook from the raw power radiated from Harry's anger. Gasping I reached out, an instinct my body seemed to react to regardless of my will. He was in pain, a pain that I had caused and my very soul yearned to comfort and embrace him. He flinched from my hand, and I broke. Everything in me ached, yearned, and screamed at the sheer agony at his dismissal.

His jaw clenched and I knew in that moment that we were through, his mind was made and my world shattered in that one look. Turning, he strode for the door as I stood, numbed and in shock from the emotions fighting to take hold within my own hell. The door slammed shut, the sound resonating to my soul as everything fell, my hopes and all our belongings from his exit.

My legs finally collapsed as I sank helplessly to the floor and my body shook from the intensity of my sobs. I lay broken upon the floor, hoping to never get up.

My world ended tonight and I waited for my respite from this hell.

Author's Note: Please read and review as this is my first fanfiction!

Many more chapters to come so stay tuned.