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It was then, that she could feel it. The darkness: erupting around her, strangling her, filling her lungs, with a thick substance that could only be described as despair. He was dead; she knew it and as much as she wanted to rejoice, she also wanted to sob. She couldn't escape that fact that their one and only fear was dead. Their only fear, the only one, her only love; he had been so many things and yet only an orphaned boy, forced to in-inhaling hate the world around him because of a family he never knew. Hermione granger now looked out toward the battlefield and for the first time in her life, she gave up hope. There was nothing left to give her that Gryffindor courage or the spirit to find hope in herself. She was now completely alone; forgotten in the war, forced to hide and then left for dead. She wanted nothing more than to sit down, crawl in to ball and cry in hopelessness and fear. But that was the old Hermione granger, this new Hermione granger knew better- she would not give up until the end. So she held her head up high and started toward the monster that had taken her love away. The monster that had crushed her spirit and left her with nothing. The same monster that once was not a monster, but a friend with a tragic past and an even more gruesome future. She walked up to him and stared into his brilliantly green crescent shaped eyes; daring him to give her his best shot. She had actually felt fear while looking into those eyes. He had been her best friend - always on her side, always as a brother in everything except blood. Harry had destroyed all that when he had left her in a world riled with death and murder. Who was there when she had needed a friend? Who had shown her love and companionship when she had nearly given in to the loss that had threatened to engulf her? Who was there? "Who still is?" She wondered finally. And as the green blast crusaded into her heart and she fell toward the ground, she saw his blood red-eyes wink at her. She saw his snake-like face smile at her and tell her that it was alright. She saw tom, her one and only love, and she felt whole again, if only for a minute. The light disappeared from her eyes as her life was wretched from her body. Yet, she smiled; for she knew that once again, she would be companioned with him. Tom riddle, lord voldemort, the true hero – if only in her eyes.