Tears Of Passion- Prologue

Disclaimer- yes… we've heard it enough times already. I do not own Harry Potter, or anything that has to do with the series. Except the 6 books I bought with my own money. Hehe…

A/N-Ok so here is a series that just totally popped into my head one day. I have never written anything before… so just to warn ya. This first part is just the prologue though, to get you started out before I get into the longer chapters. HOPE YOU ENJOY!

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It was just at that moment darkness had fully engulfed me. Well, maybe not fully, but it

flickered a bit before turning into a bright cream-colored light.

It was also then I saw the two people I have wanted to see most my entire life.

My parents.

"Mum? Dad?" I just barely chocked out, not bothering to hide my tears.

"Yes Harry." My mother smiled, gathering me in her arms. "Your father and I are so proud of you."

"H-How? How did I get here? Where is here?"

"It's not your time sweetheart."

I felt a tug at the pit of my stomach but I kept clinging to my mother, feelings of love pouring onto me. "What are you talking about? This is great."

"You still have people to save."

"B-but… Voldemort's not dead?" I asked in a panic.

My father smiled. "Yes, he is indeed dead, but you don't belong here son."

I again felt the pull at the pit of my stomach.

"We love you Harry." My parents smiled. "Don't ever forget it."

The blackness flickered again but this time I didn't open my eyes to find my mother or father. I found myself lying in a thick pool of blood, not really sure weather it was mine or not, and two people's hands were enclosed in mine.

I was vaguely aware of a familiar voice telling me to hang on and that they loved me before blackness officially engulfed me.

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My whole body ached as I squinted my eyes open, my mum and dad almost forgotten as a dream.

"HERMIONE! RON!" I screamed, jumping out of the bed I was currently occupying and running strait into a woman wearing all white.

"Please lay down Mr. Potter." She smiled sweetly, motioning back to my bed.

"Where are we?" I demanded.

"You are in St. Mungos and I expect you to stay in your bed."

This woman was slowly starting to get on my nerves, and at this point I don't think I have any. "Where are Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger?"

"You need to get back into bed."

"WHERE ARE THEY?" I screamed, causing the woman to flinch and take a step back. I felt bad, seeing as how she was afraid of me, but at that moment her feelings were the last thing on my mind.

"Room 13." She mumbled and slipped quickly out the door.

I limped out of my room, quickly realizing my left leg would not bend at the knee from pain, so I kept all my weight on my right foot. Thankfully I was in room 12, my friends were just next-door. Walking into their room I was greeted with the site of them both, each lying in a different bed, eyes closed, bandages covering parts of their body, and another woman dressed in white.

"M-Mr. Potter."

"Please don't say anything about my condition or me needing to be back in bed. Just tell me about my friends and where they stand."

"Well… they should be all rite. Miss Granger woke up about and hour ago but quickly fell back asleep. We managed to repair her collapsed lung and Mr. Weasley's cracked skull is fully healed." She pulled out 2 charts from the foot of their beds and placed them neatly on the counter. "If you wish to stay here I insist you sit down at least. There is a chair between the two beds, another medi-witch should be here shortly."

I nodded quickly before collapsing down in the chair between my two best friends beds. The nights, or days, I don't even know what time it is, events coming back to me.

"Harry were not leaving you… not at a time like this." Ron said forcefully answering Harry's pleadings to leave as the Dark Lord and several Death Eaters carrying heavy swords moved closer.

Hermione nodded her head in agreement. "If you win Harry, we win. If you loose… we loose to."

"No… neither of you can take him down, only I can."

"HARRY! You CANNOT take down 15 Death Eaters by yourself."

"Hermione… Ron, you two are the last people I ever want to see hurt."

Ron nodded, "Then you better turn around and fight Voldemort… we got you covered."

And so Harry did, he turned around, hand raised, wand completely forgotten back in the castle, almost face to face with his greatest enemy.

"We meet again Potter."

That was when all hell broke loose.

Hermione and Ron were behind Harry as several Death Eaters lunged towards them, swords tearing through the air. Spells were being shouted left and right, gashes spilling blood out of arms and legs. Harry never saw his friends take out all 15 of the Death Eaters, he never saw Hermione fall to the ground with a sword pocking out of her chest, or Ron's head almost all the way split open from the sheer impact of hitting a rock. All he saw was the Dark Lord, and two killing curses both being shouted from each of their mouths.

Voldemort fell to the floor with loud smack, and Harry did to, feeling Ron and Hermione's hands enclosing in his. It was her blood he was lying in, and it was her that muttered a little 'hang on' and 'I love you' before he was back to blackness.

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A/N- so what did you guys think? This was just the prologue, so that's why it's not very long, but don't worry. Next chapter is actually a chapter's length.