Hermione Granger walked down the train, trying to find an empty compartment. She found it in the front, and seated herself, while she drifted away in her own thoughts.
"Hermione, get out of the way, now!" Ron screamed from behind, but Hermione refused to move. She would protect him, if it so was the last thing she would do. She turned around, and looked into the eyes of Voldemort. His eyes were red as blood, while they stared at her. Hermione pointed her wand at him, and tried to not show the fear that was dripping inside of her, flowing in her blood.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shrieked, and while Hermione waited for everything to get black, she closed her eyes, but didn't feel anything. She opened her eyes, and in front of her, a body was lumped and she screamed. Tears started to fill her eyes as she bent down to see the face of her best friend, tortured and at the same time peaceful. Hermione rose up, to look at the man who had killed her best friend, and she once again pointed her wand against him, this time determined to finish what he started.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" She screamed, and the spell hit him right in the chest, and he just… Disappeared. Hermione looked at the empty spot shocked of what had just happened.
"Hermione, are you ok?" Hermione turned around and looked Harry in the eyes. Her sight was blurry from all the tears and she shook her head.
"How could I be? Ron is gone, and it's my fault. I didn't protect him good enough."
"Hermione, stop blaming yourself! You did everything you could."
"But that's not enough! He's gone!" Hermione sobbed, and Harry hugged her. It hurt to see his friend suffer like this.
"Hermione, it's not your fault. Ron wouldn't want you to think like that." Harry said, and more tears filled Hermione's eyes and she buried her head in Harry's chest. His shirt was getting wet of all the tears, but she couldn't stop crying.
"I will always be there for you, no matter what." Harry whispered, and for the first time in months, Hermione felt… Safe. She had one of her best friends here to protect her, and in her heart, she had a best friend, who would watch her from where ever he was.
Hermione closed her eyes, and peacefully feel asleep, not dreaming the nightmares that had haunted her for months. Finally, she could move on, and remember her best friend as the brave, kind and loving person he was.
Not remember the face of torture, but the smiles and glittery eyes that he always had, the six years she had known him.
She would always, always remember him as a fighter, as a one of the kind. He could never be replaced by anyone else. He had the biggest place in her heart, and he always will have.
He was my first love, my first kiss. He was my everything, but now, now it's time to move on, just the way he would want me to.