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Chapter One- That Was the Night I Died

Here I am watching the man I love get married to the woman he loves. And annoyingly it isn't me. Although Nymphadora Tonks is my friend, this is one thing I will never forgive her for. I know that she doesn't have any idea about my feelings but I can't help but feel that he belongs to me, I saw him first. I never really had chance to show him that I'm a young woman now as the past year I was on the run with my two best friends, Harry and Ron, hunting for Horcruxes before the final battle. By the time it was all over the wedding was announced and I was too late.

Voldemort had been defeated and a wedding was needed to raise peoples spirits as the loss of family and friends had drained everyone emotionally. I would have enjoyed a wedding if it was anyone else, not Remus Lupin. I have been in love with him since my third year, but of course he only saw me as a little girl. Now here I am, the maid of honour at his wedding. Talk about rubbing it in. when he pulled Tonks into his arms for their first kiss as a married couple tears prickled in my eyes threatening to fall. the first dance as husband and wife was nearly as unbearable, especially they way she wrapped herself around him and kissed him so fully despite the audience. I was very near leaving when Harry dragged me to the dance floor. He put his arms around my waist and we began to sway to the music.

"You have to let him go, 'Mione." he whispered in my ear.

"Don't you think I've tried?" I retorted. "It's easier said than done." Harry pulled back and looked at my teary eyes.

"I know it's hard Hermione, but he's married now. You can't change that."

"I know but-" I couldn't finish my sentence as the outside marquee burst into flames as dark hooded figures started throwing hexes. Not all of the Death Eaters had been captured and it seemed as though they had been recruiting. I pulled my wand out from its hiding place in my pale pink gown and started throwing hexes at the Death Eaters, successfully binding three and stunning two. I snapped their wands before moving on. Flashes of green and red lit my path as I ran across the marquee trying to take out as many Death Eaters as possible. That was when I saw it. One of my best friends was hit by a bright green light as I saw the life disappear from his eyes and fall to the floor. I ran over and knelt next to him. "Wake up! Wake up! You can't be dead! Please wake up!" Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I ran my fingers through his red hair. "Ron! Please!" After shaking him, hoping he was only asleep, I gave up and tried to save other people. It was when I spun around that a masked figure was stud right behind me.

"Sectumsempra!" he shouted before disapparating. I felt the curse hit my body like a thousand knives cutting through my skin like butter. The force of it pushed me to the floor where I lay in a pool of my own blood. Dark red stains spread over my pink dress. I heard shouts echoing in my ears but none caught my attention until I heard him. His face appeared before my eyes and I could see in his that I was in very bad shape. Tears began forming in his eyes.

"Stay with me Hermione." he begged. "We need you. We can't lose you. I can't lose you. You're my friend. I've only just got you back after the war. You can't leave me. Please. Stay with me.

"Remus," I whispered, making him move closer so he could hear me. "I love you." That was the night I died. Looking into those amber eyes I had longed for, before being taken over by darkness.

A/N: What do you think guys? I know it's a bit short but I didn't want to stick in the present for too long. R&R