Something called love
By Cat
Chapter one
I looked across the common room to see Hermione reading Hogwarts, a history. It was her fiftieth time to read it. She looked kind of sad to be leaving Hogwarts after all this time. I was sad to leave to but something inside of me said that I would miss her even more.
Ron entered through the portrait hole and walk over to sit in a chair next to me. After a while Hermione walked over and entered the conversation we had going. You know, I'll really miss these two when I'm gone. They've always been there for me and I can't help feeling sad that I'll lose my first ever friends to a school graduation.
The three of us have been through a lot together. Something every year; the Philosopher's stone, the Chamber of Secrets, Sirius Black and the Triwizard tournament. I would be dead without them and I wouldn't have a reason to live without my friends.
The thing I would miss most though is the fact that I think I love Hermione. I mean that she is smart, helpful, beautiful, etc. But how can I tell her? It isn't going to go very well, I can tell you that much. Someone is going to end up hurt.
I can remember to when I saved her from Voldemort in our sixth year when he and his Death Eaters attacked the castle.
sixth year
"Harry!" The frightened voice screamed in helplessness. "Please help me!"
"Avada kedavra!" Voldemort yelled as he pointed his wand at the helpless brunette.
Hermione screamed and i leapt forward and pushed her out of the way. we two friends heard a loud explosion from behind us And I jumped up.
"Expelliarmus!" i yelled and pointed my wand at the attacker.
Voldemort's wand flew from his hand and he got thrown back from the force of the spell.
"Crucio!" I yelled with my wand on my arch enemy. About twenty or so Death Eaters ran to help their master.
"Do nothing!" The dark lord yelled in there direction.
I had a minute or so to think before my heart took over for my head. "Avada Kedavra!" I roared and a huge jet of green light flew from my and hit my enemy with all the force of me.
end year six flashback
I had killed him, not out of cold hatred but for love of friends and family. He had killed my parents and friends and was about to kill Hermione. I was trying to protect them. I realised that after Hermione had told me.
A week after Voldemort attacked the school
I sat in an arm chair near the window of the common room and pondered out of what had happened. I had killed Voldemort, but why was everyone celebrating for me killing him? I had killed him out of cold hatred, not out of happiness. I realise that life isn't all happiness and that it isn't always good but did I have to be the one to kill him?
"Hiya Harry." Came a cheerful voice from near me.
"Hi Hermione." I answer sadly.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"I killed him." I say.
"But that is good." She says.
"But I feel all guilty. I killed him out of cold blood, why did I have to be the one to kill him?"
"Harry," She says and sits on the arm of the chair. "Think how many people he has killed in the past and try to realise that you have saved all of our lives."
"But look how many are dead."
"All the people he killed when he attacked will be missed and shall be remembered for at least trying to help us. We couldn't have done it without them. They help save and protect the castle, as you did. You played the most important role though." Hermione explained. "The Dark Lord has killed many wizards, witches, muggles, animals and just about every thing innocent. He even murdered your parents. Tell me; what ever happened to getting revenge for him killing Mariah she probably won't play a big part if not any ? She was your friend wasn't she? Don't feel guilty for getting revenge."
"But have I done the wrong thing?" I cut in.
"No," she answered. "You weren't killing out of cold hatred. Just for revenge and you were trying to protect your friends and loved ones. Unless we don't mean anything to you."
"I guess you're right." I say, a little happier now.
"Aren't I always?"
end flashback
Well I guess to say that she does mean something to me. I walk up to the seventh year, boy's dormitories and change into my pyjamas. I pull the covers back and climb into the bed. I pull out the photo album that Hagird gave me and open to a photo of me and Hermione. The two of us are there, waving at the camera and looking happy.
I close it with a snap and take off my glasses before lying back in my four poster.
"Tomorrow, I promise." I whisper before shutting my eyes and going to sleep.
TO BE COTINUED . . .
Angel: Well that was crap, I probably won't even get one review for that.