Author's Note: Sorry to all that were hoping for an update on my other stories, sadly they are being stubborn and this little bunny just hopped in and wouldn't leave. Hope y'all enjoy and read the note at the end please!

PS: I own nothing that the master Miz Rowling created first…I'm just playing with them…

The Dying Wish

There was really no help for him now. The sweltering summer heat was being replaced by a bone shattering cold with every shallow wet breath of air he sucked in through bloody lips. He still wasn't sure just what had happened this time; he could remember the disastrous DOM trap and then just going through the motions until taking the Express back to his relatives. Then there was that stupid "chat" the Order had had with his aunt and uncle. He could remember the entire time they were in the car, Vernon was getting a darker shade of purple, and that he had just barely managed to close the door when he was unceremoniously slammed into the wall by his uncle's massive fist. After that just more routine of six years of pent up anger, hatred, and fear. He was locked in his room, bars once more on the windows leaving only enough room for Hedwig to squeeze through with the supervised short note stating he was fine. His owl would fly off with it and the daily beating would continue. Breakfast, when Vernon returned from work, and then after supper; all with the return of the single can and cold soup and class of water to sustain him.

All that was behind him now; he knew he was dying and he found it ironic that in all the attempts by Voldemort to kill him he had survived but his fat lard of a muggle uncle succeeding in accomplishing it. He rolled his head to the side slightly to gaze out the window at the perfect view of the Dog Star from his slumped position on the floor from his latest supper get together. He hoped Hedwig had made it to the Order and his friends safely, that last letter had been simple. Everything he had was split equally between the Weasleys, Hermione, and Remus all could be confirmed by Gringgotts Bank, nice and legally.

He couldn't feel his legs now and he was quickly losing his fingers while the blackness at the edge of his vision was slowly creeping inward. A weak grin pulled his mutilated face at the distant sounds of his aunt's shriek, uncle's bellows, and the rapid sounds of people running through the house. He kept his face up to keep the star in sight, ignoring the crash of the door being thrown aside and the gagging that the group went through at the stench of his blood, sweat, and other fluids began to permeate the hallway. He absently noticed someone knell down next to him only lowering his face at the soft whimper of his name. Wet, red-rimmed, brown eyes locked with his cloudy green eyes.

"Mi…" he croaked out as he attempted to bring a hand up to touch her face but losing strength halfway through.

"Oh Harry, don't speak; save your strength," Hermione gently chided as she took hold of the sticky red hand that had tried to move a moment ago. The wet chocking sound of a chuckle that came from his half smirking mouth filled the room with heaviness.

"Use that brain, Mi…I'm…I'm d-dying, not so bad…really…don't hurt, just cold," he mumbled as he stared into her eyes, watching the tears fall freely down her face. Hermione shook her head violently in denial before looking over at the sandy-haired man in the door way.

"Remus, please!"

"Mi,"

She turned back at the firmer voice that had taken so much out of him. She sobbed as he gently framed her cheek with that blood covered hand.

"Stop…promise me…you'll keep living…learn magic…keep friends…stay safe…"

"You'll be alright, Harry," she stated desperately wishing it to be true.

"Promise…" Harry repeated as he felt his life slip from him a little further. His arm was so heavy now but he kept it pressed to her cheek. He grinned at the motion of her nodding her head as she sobbed.

"Good…glad it was you I got to see last…I…love you, Mi…"

"I love you, too, Harry," she said to watch him smile just a bit brighter. Fear gripped her as his hand fell from her face and those beautiful green eyes stared into her but weren't truly seeing her. She was shaking as she grabbed his hand.

"Harry…Harry!" she screamed as she pulled his limp frame from the wall and into her arms, his face still serene as it hung limp on her shoulder. She held him tighter as someone tried to pry her away from him.

"Come on, lass, he's gone," the rough voice of Mad Eye Moody reached her ears and she shook her head.

"I won't leave him,"

"We're taking him with us, have no fear of that," Moody added as he finally managed to loosen her grip so that he could lean Harry back against the same blood stained wall, tenderly shutting his eyes. Hermione remained by his side, staring hollowly as her tears continued to fall, streaking the blood that now covered her.

"He's gone…what will I do now?" she muttered.

"Do what you promised him, lass, and remember all the times spent with him, the good and bad," Moody answered as he nodded his head to her when she looked up. She silently looked around seeing Tonks holding a crumbled Remus in the doorway, and Mr. Weasley waving his wand catching all of Harry's hidden treasures. She slowly got up and went to stand in front of the knelling werewolf until he lifted his head. She grasped his shoulders and lifted until he stood up.

"He would want you to live as well, Professor; let's take him home," she stated to see his nod then to watch him lift her friend with ease. She waited until everyone had passed her then looked back to see his translucent form hug a translucent Sirius Black then to turn to smile at her with a mock salute. Letting out a soft sad giggle, she blew him a kiss.

"Goodbye, Harry," she whispered to the fading images.

"Goodbye, Mi," came the soft brush of his voice.

Note: Okay, so I do have possibility to add on to this one and make it a longer story but I would like to hear from all y'all to see if you would want me too. Let me know which means review…