Comment: This is basically pointless, but it is supposed to be the last chapter of the last book. As most of you know J.K. Rowling said that the last word in the last book would be scar. I know it won't be like this but I just wrote it like this. I was bored and this is what comes from such times.
Chapter - The Boy Who Lived
Harry's looked down at Voldemort's lifeless body. He couldn't believe it, after seven years of fighting him, he was gone. Gone forever. Harry knew just as well that he would soon be gone as well, he looked down at the deep cut on his stomach, his shirt was completely soaked in blood.
He turned and looked at Ron and Hermione. Hermione had tears in her eyes, he looked at her. She ran over to him, and he put his arms around her. "I love you" he whispered in her ear quietly. She closed her eyes and her tears ran down her cheeks. "I will always be with you, remember that" he added and Hermione shook her head. "Don't talk like that, we are going to get you back to the castle and you will get better" she said quickly. "Hermione, it is too far" Ron said. "A hospital-- a hospital then. Come on we can't waste time" she said frantically. "Shhhh, Hermione" Harry said trying to comfort her "just say you love me and tell me good-bye" he said. Hermione shook her head certainly "no, no I won't, you aren't going anywhere, Harry, you can't leave me." Hermione just kept shaking her head.
Harry looked at her and then looked to Ron and motioned him over toward him. Ron quickly walked over. "Look after her, make sure she finds someone else. Whenever she is unhappy, remind her that I love her and will always love her." Harry held onto Ron's shoulder to stay standing. "You are my best friend, and always have been, and always will be. Without you I would never had made it here. I know it wasn't easy being friends with the hero. I just have to say this, you are more of a hero than I will ever be. You are my hero. I will be waiting for the two of you when I get there" Harry said. "Where?" Ron asked in a puzzled tone. "You'll see" Harry said mystirously. He sat down because the pain was becoming too much for him. "I love you both" he said and then he laid his head down and closed his eyes. Ron's eyes were burning, he stumbled back a few steps and then fell to the ground. He couldn't hold back tears any longer. Hermione sat down, her eyes shut tight. She muttered Harry's name under her breath hoping that somehow he would come back.
The years passed but no one forgot what happened, especially Hermione. She had been alone for years. Ron died only a few years after Harry, trying to save a young girl from a dark wizard. Harry was right, Ron was a true hero. She sat alone in a large chair, old age had comsumed her. She could feel it, she would soon join them soon. I am coming to see you she thought. She closed her eyes and could see Harry, see every detail. His untidy black hair, his brilliant green eyes, and more clearly than any thing else, the lightening bolt that marked his parents death and in some way his defeat of Lord Voldemort, his scar.