Ok, so this is a newly revised version of the story, since the older one was kind of bad. This is a little better, but still not the greatest, but I hope you guys enjoy it. Disclaimer: I own nothing except the newly created characters.

The Beginning

Harry Potter, now 19, woke up with a start. Someone was knocking on his door. It was probably Sirius, who was found to be alive and released in Harry's 7th year Six months later, Harry moved in with Sirius and Heather, the daughter of a good friend of Sirius's. She lived with Sirius due to the fact that both her parents were killed in the war two three years ago. She was very tall at 5'7" and had eyes which were shockingly green. Heather had red hair like her mother, but had dyed it blonde. Harry had met her in their 7th year when Sirius was released. Heather had attended Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts. Harry's door opened. There stood Heather with her blonde hair and green eyes.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" she smiled.

"Thanks, Heather." Harry yawned.

"I hope you didn't forget that we're going to the Weasley's today." frowned Heather.

"Of course not, Heather. Why would I do that?" smiled Harry.

"Come on. Hermione won't like to wait so long!" Heather said smugly.

Harry got dressed and rushed downstairs. There sat Sirius, Ron, and of course, Hermione. Harry said hi to Ron and then walked over to Hermonie and kissed her on the cheek.

"Missed you" Harry whispered in Hermione's ear.

Even Ron didn't know that Harry and Hermione were engaged. Harry had asked her on the last day of school. They decided not to tell anyone. Not even Ron. Heather blushed when she saw Ron. She mumbled "hi" to him. She and Ron were going out.

"Got your stuff packed, Harry?" asked Ron, changing the subject.

"Yea. Let's go." smiled Harry.

A few minutes later, the four teenagers at the Weasley's house. When they got there, Mrs. Weasley crushed Harry, Heather, and Hermonie in a hug. Harry sighed. He was back home.

They celebrated Harry's birthday with a huge dinner that Mrs. Weasley had conjured up.

"This is delicious, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said, as the rest of the group joined in.

"Oh, it was nothing. Anything for Harry." Mrs. Weasley replied. Later in the evening, all the Weasley boys, Harry, and Hermione all played a game of Quidditch in the backyard. Harry was a little rusty after not playing for a whole year, but quickly caught on again. After the game, everyone then went inside for tea and coffee. It was then that Ginny and Malfoy arrived at the house. The two had started dating in Malfoy's seventh year and had gotten married the summer after Ginny had graduated. After Malfoy's father had been imprisoned, Malfoy had a change of heart and started coming to DA and Order of the Phoenix meetings.

"Ginny! Draco! I'm glad you two could come." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, bringing them both into a hug.

"I'm sorry. We had to make an emergency stop to get Ginny something to eat." Draco replied, rubbing his wife's arm.

"Well, I'm sorry. The baby wanted it, not me" Ginny giggled. She was at the end of her ninth month of pregnancy and looked like she was about to burst. Draco then put his hand to her stomach and gently rubbed it.

"How much longer, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked her daughter, as Draco helped Ginny into a chair.

"Only about a week to go, Mother. You have your grandchild soon." Ginny replied, grinning at her mother. She then gasped and put a hand to her stomach, while the other reached out for her husband. Draco knelt next to her and took her hand.

"Are you ok?" he asked. She nodded through her pain. A few moments later, it was over.

"It's just a contraction." She replied and smiled at everyone. When she saw the worried looks everyone was giving her, she continued, "Relax. I only have them every 45 minutes. I'm not near to labor yet."

After saying their goodnights, everyone went off to their respected beds for the night. When everyone else had gone to bed, Harry snuck into Hermione's room and slipped into the bed. He gave her a kiss.

"Do you think we can go over some wedding plans tomorrow?" Hermione asked Harry, snuggling closer to Harry.

"Of course we can, Hermione. Anything you want."

"I want the colors white, silver, and navy." Hermione said, showing pictures of bride's maid's dresses. "I only want 100 people tops." The two were sitting in the garden enjoying the summer sun.

"Ok, but we need to start the list. There's the Weasley's, Sirius, your parents, and some school mates. That's over 30 right there." sighed Harry.

After another thirty minutes of wedding planning, Harry and Hermione returned to the house and spotted Ron outside the door.

"Where have you been? Lunch is in 5 minutes!" Ron asked.

"Oh, we were just talking." blushed Hermione.

Two months passed and summer began to come to an end. Harry and Hermione's wedding was to be in a month and they were currently shopping for a wedding dress. It was then that Harry's scar started to burn.

"Harry, are you ok?" Hermione asked.

"Yea. My scar just burned. I think Voldemort is after me." Harry whispered.

"You-Know- Who? Coming after you?" Hermione said, with worry and taking his arm.

"Monie, calm down. I'm not sure." mumbled Harry.

When they got back, Hermione went to talk to Heather.

"Heather, I would like you to be my maid of honor at my wedding." smiled Hermione.

"Oh, Hermione, I would love to be!" squealed Heather.

Then, Hermione wrote letters to Ginny. She couldn't wait for the big day. But she was worried about Harry. He said he was ok, but was he?

Finally, the big day came. Harry had never been more nervous. Not even when he did the three tasks in his fourth year. He nervously tried to fix his tie, but failed. It was then that Sirius entered the room.

"Harry, my boy! Why so nervous!" he laughed as he went to fix Harry's tie.

"It's not every day a man gets married to the most wonderful girl ever." Harry replied. Ron let out a gag.

"Way to be cheesy, mate!" laughed Ron. "You're sweating a river!"

He was Harry's best man. The next thing Harry knew, Hermione was standing at his side. At the end, the minister told Harry to kiss the bride. He kissed Hermione. At the reception, Hermione threw her bouquet and Heather caught it. Then Hermione and Harry left for their honeymoon. But a month after that, Harry collapsed in pain.

"Harry, are you ok?" Hermione asked, rushing to him.

"No, I'm not. We have to leave. Now." He said. Voldemort had to be looking for him.

When they got back the first thing Hermione did was go to the doctor. She hadn't been feeling well. Harry had caught her throwing up a couple of mornings, but she had brushed it off as stomach flu. But then the dizziness came and then the fatigue. She had her suspicions, but she decided not to tell Harry just yet. When she arrived at the doctor's office, she told the doctor the symptoms she had been experiencing. After this information, the doctor had some of her blood drawn. Hermione returned to the doctor a few days later to confirm her idea.

"Well, Mrs. Potter, your sickness will go away in 9 months." The doctor said.

"You mean I'm pregnant?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, you are a month along." He replied.

Hermione went home ecstatic. Now she could definitely tell Harry that he was going to be a father. She arrived home to find Harry a mess. He was gathering up many devices that would help in defense of the Dark Arts and reading other spell books they had.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, scared to see her husband in this state. He looked up and she noticed that he looked as if he hadn't slept in days.

"Voldemort has attacked a nearby town. This is it, Hermione. Either I'm going to die today or he is." Harry said, returning to the book. Hermione ran to his side.

"Harry, do you have to?" she pleaded, tears coming to her eyes. He took her hand into his and looked into her eyes.

"Hermione, I must do this, not only for you, but for everyone else who has either lost someone or died themselves." He brought her closer to him. "I promise that everything will be ok." He then stood up and walked towards the door. "I must go now. Know that I love you."

Hermione tried desperately to hold back tears, but failed. Harry silently wiped them away. He then gave her a kiss and left. Hermione ran to her bedroom and cried. It was then that she heard the screams. Outside the house were ten Deatheaters. Hermione quickly grabbed her wand and packed a small bag with a spell. She then ran outside to fight for her life.

"Hermione!" Hermione whipped around and saw Heather running towards her.

"Heather, what are you doing here?"

"I heard about the attack and decided to come and help you." Heather replied. "Let's get these Deatheaters." She then blasted a spell at the nearest one, sending them to the ground useless. Within ten minutes of the fighting, half of the Deatheaters were unconscious. Just then, a Deatheater cast a spell towards the house, setting it on fire.

"The house!" Hermione exclaimed, running towards the house.

"Hermione, no! It's too dangerous!" Heather screamed after her, but Hermione ignored her and entered the house. Soon after she entered, another Deatheater sent another spell, this time, the house completely collapsed. Heather gasped. There was no way Hermione could have survived. Heather pushed this thought back as the Deatheaters began attacking again. She easily defeated the rest. She collapsed to the ground. How would she tell Harry?

Hermione ran down the deserted street. She had barely dissaperated before the house had come crashing down. How had it come to this? She had to find Harry and quickly. She then spotted lights coming from a nearby field and ran toward it. She spotted Harry and Voldemort battling. Harry had a gash on his cheek and his leg looked broken. She then saw a sight that took her breath away. Voldmort and Harry both cast the killing curse at the same time, which cause a huge explosion. After the dust had settled, Hermione could only see Harry on the ground. She ran up to his body and felt for a pulse. She couldn't find one.

"Harry! Harry, please wake up!" she cried, shaking his body. He didn't respond. She covered her mouth and let out a sob. He was dead. Hermione slowly stood up and walked away. Where was she to go now?

All Harry felt was pain. His eyes felt too heavy to open, but he heard voices around him.

"What's going on?" he whispered. A pair of hands grasped his. Harry managed to open his eyes. He was in a hospital, and the person holding his hand was not Hermione's. It was Heather.

"Heather, what's going on?" he asked again. Heather's face fell silently.

"Harry, I went to the house like you said. I met Hermione and we both fought, but when the Deatheaters put the house on fire, she ran into the house. I tried to stop her, I really did, but she went anyway. Harry, the house collapsed once she went in. There was no way she survived." Heather sobbed. "I'm so sorry, Harry."

Harry took his hand back from Heather's. How could have Hermione have died? She was the brightest witch of her age. He laid back down and closed his eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream.

Please review. The next chapter will be up soon! ***Lyndsey***