Harmony in the Deathly Hallows

By: Katheryn Walker

(Hello to all out there who are about to read this! First off I would like to thank you for taking the time to read this, and urge you to critique me to the best of your abilities. I strive to get better at writing every single day. Next I'd like to tell you this is a fic based off The Deathly Hallows: Part 1, the MOVIE! The book didn't have the dance scene in it, and I wanted to rewrite the movie so that it became HHr rather than RHr from that scene and onward. I'm keeping some scenes from the movie because I liked them so much I didn't want to change them, but obviously I had to change others so that Harry & Hermione could come together. I notice this is getting long so I'll go ahead and end this now. Any questions just PM me. Hope you enjoy!) – LookitsHarmony

Chapter 1

Hermione POV

Hermione sat on the stairs, hugging her legs to her chest and staring at Ron's empty bed. Why had he just left like that? She and Harry needed him, he was their best friend! She knew the locket probably had a lot to do with it, but then she also knew that Ron's jealousy of Harry had always been a factor as well.

She noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up. Harry was standing over her, his hand outstretched. She accepted it, wondering what he was doing. He helped her stand then reached around her neck, removing that dreadful locket and the weight it held on ones heart when they wore it. He tossed it on Ron's bed and turned back to her, a sad sort of look on his face.

As he led her out to a clearer spot of the tent she wondered just what he was up to. And then, they started to dance. It started out slow and gradually became more vigorous. With every step Hermione's worries seemed to melt away. Just dancing here with her friend, for once in quite some time everything just felt alright. Then thing started slowing down again, they were practically hugging, leaning on one another. The pain in Hermione's heart had vanished for the time being, and feeling of pure joy had replaced them.

She laid her chin on his shoulder as he leaned into her own, and everything felt like bliss. And then they slowly pulled apart and gazed at one another. Hermione realized she'd never felt like this before. So happy, so peaceful. She leaned forward, so did he. Their lips met and everything changed.

The troubles of the world were miles away from Hermione now. All she could think about was Harry, his strong arms wrapping around her, his lips caressing her own. This was what love truly felt like, she thought. Not the pain Ron almost constantly put her through, not the tears she often found herself in when she tried to get him to understand her feelings. It was the times Harry had been there to clean up Ron's mess; those had been times of true love. Oh why hadn't she seen it before now?

When Ron kissed Lavender and Hermione felt her heart break. Had she not made her feelings for him clear by then? Was he really that thick? But then Harry had been there, to offer her a shoulder to cry on and reassurance. He'd always be there; she'd never be alone with her broken heart. They separated once more and gazed at each other. The look in those beautiful blue of his assured her, he loved her with a passion Ron could never understand or hope for.

"Hermione?" As he spoke it dawned on her what they'd just done and the weight of the world crashed back down on her in an icy cold wave. They couldn't do this, no. Her heart belonged to Ron! And Harry, he was supposed to be with Ginny. No, they couldn't be doing this. She pulled away, confused and distressed.

He wasn't coming after her, he just stood there watching and waiting. She almost wanted to hit him; this was further proof that he cared more about her feelings than his own desires. She walked away slowly, and he didn't follow. Clearly he knew they'd gone too far, but she wondered if he understood just how she was feeling at that moment.

Harry POV

She was just standing there with her back to him; he wondered what she was thinking. He realized that she must be feeling conflicted about Ron and knew he needed to back off. So he returned to his seat, avoiding eye contact. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, but she'd leaned forward like she'd wanted it. Except maybe she hadn't, maybe he'd forced her.

He couldn't bring himself to believe that she'd felt nothing from that kiss though, he knew that wasn't true. Even so now wasn't the time to say it; that was for sure. She left the tent as quietly as she entered it later on that night. She'd been out there for at least three hours. Harry was lying on his bed, his back to the bed that was hers. He heard her get into bed but couldn't bring himself to say anything. He hoped this hadn't ruined everything, he really did.

When Harry awoke the next morning Hermione wasn't there. Panic washed over him, she hadn't left too? He opened the tent flap and saw her sitting nearby, her head buried in a book. He couldn't help but feel immense relief at the sight of her, but backed slowly into the tent before he caught her eye. He was unsure of how she was feeling since the events of the night before and had no desire to find out at the moment.

He grabbed a little water and drank gratefully, his mind replaying the events of the night before wildly. She hadn't indicated she didn't want him to kiss her, quite the contrary actually. But he knew she was worried. Her heart had been with Ron for so long, and she knew Harry liked Ginny.

His thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly heard her cry out his name. He stood with such force that he actually hit his leg on the table and bruised it. He ignored the pain though and rushed outside the tent.

No. Hermione was running back from where she'd been sitting, a Snatcher standing not too far away. He was smiling sickly, causing Harry's stomach to turn. It was strange to Harry that there was just one Snatcher here but he quickly decided that it didn't matter. A Snatcher was a Snatcher, and he and Hermione were in grave danger.

The man broke into a swift run and Harry met Hermione as she got closer, both of them dashing away as fast as they could. He could hear the man laughing crazily but refused to see how close he was. Hermione was falling behind much to Harry's dismay and he slowed to try and keep up with her. "Don't!" she cried, shoving him forward slightly. "I'll be okay! Just run as fast as you can Harry!"

But he refused. Deliberately keeping his pace matched with hers they didn't get far. The man threw something heavy at them, chains Harry realized as they struck his legs with an immense power. He fell to the ground and Hermione skidded to a stop. "Go!" he said, trying to wrench free.

But she was just as stubborn as he was. She ran back and began tugging on the chains, freeing him quite easily. They stood together but by now the Snatcher had caught up. He grabbed Hermione by her collar and yanked her back. "You're definitely a Mudblood." He sneered. "I can smell it all over ya."

She struggled and Harry yanked his wand from his pocket, but the man had a blade to her throat just as quickly. "Drop it kid. If ya don't the consequences will be dire."

Harry didn't hesitate. He knelt as if to drop it on the ground, but saw his chance and cried, "Expelliarmus!"

As the knife flew from the man's hand Hermione stumbled forward and Harry grabbed her, forcing her behind him. As he returned his attention to the man he saw with horror that he'd retrieved the knife and watched almost in slow motion as he cast it forward. The blade sank into Harry's leg, but he ignored it. Instead he focused his wand on the man again and whispered, "Petrificus totalus."

Energy blasted from his wand straight into the man, knocking him to the ground. Harry sighed, relieved that they were finally out of danger. At least for the moment. Hermione stepped forward and pointed her wand at him, saying "Obliviate." Once the man's memories were wiped she and Harry hurried back to the tent. They grabbed Hermione's bag and Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as she held it out to him.

They disapparated to a clearing in a forest. All was quiet and seemingly deserted. Only then did Harry notice his injured leg. He sat down, trying to keep from crying out. The pain was definitely immense. Hermione was walking around, casting protection charms around their new camp site.

He grabbed the hilt of the small dagger and wrenched it from his leg, grinding his teeth as he did so. He tossed the bloody knife aside and peeled his pant leg up slowly. He winced as he saw the damage. The blade had gone in deep alright, and blood was gushing in a steady torrent from the wound. Hermione finally joined him, kneeling beside him. "Oh Harry." She mumbled.

He looked up and flashed a small grin. "Doesn't hurt so bad." He lied. "Got any of that Dittany left?"

Hermione looked almost heartbroken as she shook her head. "I used it all on Ron when he got splinched." She said quietly.

He shrugged, trying not to make her feel bad. "I guess we'll just have to wrap it and let it heal on its own then."

She nodded and pulled a cloth from her seemingly infinite bag. She tied it around the wound tightly and he pulled his bloody pant leg back down over it. He stood with her support and tested his weight. "You okay?"

He grinned again. "I'll live." She set the tent up with his slight help and they entered it. He was thankful to able to lie down on a soft bed and rest his leg. Hermione was sitting on her own cot placed nearby, looking absolutely miserable. Harry sat up and frowned. "It'll be alright Hermione. You disapparated us somewhere safe, I'm sure of it."

He could tell by the way she smiled weakly that their current situation wasn't what she was worrying about. "Hermione." He said quietly. She looked up and he met her eyes. The pain inside them was unbearable for him to witness and he found the strength to say, "You can pretend like last night, like it never happened if you want. I know you love Ron and I understand that you don't want to betray him."

She appeared almost shocked by her words, and he expected to see relief wash over her. But it didn't. Much to his surprise, she laughed. It was a bitter sort of laugh though, and it only further confused him. "I don't want to pretend it didn't happen Harry. The problem I'm having is how I'm going to explain to Ron."

It took a moment for him to register what she'd just said, but when it finally hit him he couldn't help but for overjoyed. "You mean, you want to be with me?"

She smiled a genuinely delighted smile at him. "Yes."

He heart leapt and he smiled widely. "That's the best news I've heard in a while."

She blushed slightly and returned his smile. "Trust me; this is the best I've felt in a while."