I've never really written a story before and I have no idea how to go about this, so here is my best shot.

Disclaimer: This story belongs to me, the characters do not. Their words and thoughts belong to me, and again, the characters do not. I'll keep dreaming though.

Chapter One: Where do I fit in?

"Harry that's an unreasonable request, I cannot believe you would even come to me with this! What are you thinking? Are you out of your damned mind?" Hermione asked tersely on the Hogwarts express as the trolley rolled by, trying to keep her voice down.

"Really Hermione, if you could just calm yourself—" and was interrupted by Hermione again, "What the bleeding hell do you mean "calm yourself"? Calm myself? I'll give you calm!" She took out her want and performed an uppercut like movement, leaving it directly under his chin.

"If you ever say anything like that again I will hex you, you'll live longer than Nicholas Flamel!" she huffed and sat down on the seat opposing Harry primly, adjusting her pleated skirt.

"Anyways," he began and saw that Hermione had not had her last say, "Silencio," and her moving mouth was no longer making sound.

"As I was saying, my death would most likely stop all of the events from happening, Hermione you really have to consider this," he paused for a moment, deep in thought.

"I've given a lot of time to this idea, everyone is dead because of me, you don't understand. You never will, you wont see their faces in your dreams, you wont wake up screaming..." he whispered at last, "and hopefully.. if this works, you'll never have to."

He finally removed the charm and waited for her to rain curses on him, scream, and possibly break his bones. He cringed at the last thought and ruffled his hand through his already unruly black hair, simply staring at her intensely.

"Not saying I approve this, or am willing to do this, but how would you want me to go about this?" Hermione asked expectantly, crossing her legs and leaning forward, interested.

"I'm glad you're coming around," Harry said excitedly, feeling odd at being happy for his possible lack of existence soon, "A time turner Hermione, you're the brightest witch in our 7th year, I think you can figure a way to tinker with it and send you back to the time where my father existed." Harry left off dramatically.

"Oh bloody hell Harry, you don't just leave off with that type of thing, it's not a game."

"Sorry Hermy, what I'm trying to say is that I want you to make my dad fall in love with you." He stopped abruptly, letting the thought sink in.

"No."

Hermione's hands were shaking, she couldn't believe that he actually was trying to plan his own death, this was crazy. She didn't know what to think. A small part of her believed that this might actually be a good idea and she hated that little part of herself, her eyes began to sting.

"I just can't do it Harry, I'm sorry, please tell Ron and Ginny they can come in now," she informed him, setting her hands in her lap as she turned her head ever so slightly to look out the window and watch the foliage roll by as she seemed to fast forward over time.

In a natural movement she let down her golden brown hair, the smooth curls cascading down to her shoulder blades. Over the past summer she had decided that taking care of her appearance wasn't necessarily something to be frowned upon, but instead made one more approachable. As the new Head Girl she didn't want anyone to believe she was anything but friendly and approachable.

As Harry walked back in with Ginny and Ron she turned her head back, giving them a small smile in greeting, turning her head back to the window and blurring her vision. The train ride passed fast after that and the four soon found themselves outside of Hogwarts, in their robes, and off the train.

Hermione pushed through the milling students to reach Hagrid and the Head Boy, who was surprisingly Blaise Zabini, or was it? No, the Head Boy was unfortunately Malfoy; she could now tell seeing the Head Boy badge. She twisted her mouth and continued to saunter over, pulling her robes tight around her body.

"Well, lets gather the first years Malfoy," she snapped and turned to the crowd of people with small stature, "Sonorus," she muttered before addressing them, her voice was then magnified, "First years, over here, follow Hagrid to the boats!" Hermione shouted, waiting until the last first year was ahead, and trailed behind.

"Bleeding hell, you'd think they couldn't walk on their own the way Granger is treating them," Malfoy sniggered with Blaise on his tail.

Hermione merely ignored it, already knowing that this would be a long year, with that thought in mind she climbed into a boat full of first years. The young ones seemed fascinated by her but she shrugged it off, like everything else today and stared ahead.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny waiting for their own boat discussed Hermione in hushed tones, "A bit into herself this year, is she?" Ron left the comment open-end.

"Eh, she's had the rough of it, her Mum's in the hospital and she's Head Girl, she's just thinking a lot, that's our Hermione." Ginny defended her best friend proudly and looked to Harry for support.

"She'll surprise us all in the end, she always does mate," Harry said with a chuckle and clapped Ron on the back, "It's good to be home," and smiled, drawing the two others into a shared understanding.

They climbed into their own boat, laughing and joking their way into the Hogwarts entrance where Hermione waited for them patiently. She really was glad to see them. It had been a long summer. If she wanted, she could probably go to a Muggle College for a doctoring degree of some sort; her nose was in medical books the entire summer trying to find a way to help her Mum.

Lavender Brown found her way over to Ron and snaked her arm into his, Hermione had long been over those two and was grateful to Lavender. She realized that her feelings for Ron were small in comparison to her feelings for someone else.

They settled for in the Great Hall for the feast and waited for the first years to be sorted. Gryffindor had received seven new members, promising young students, if she said so herself.

As the clapping died down the new Headmistress, Xylla, waved her hand for silence, "Friends, witches, and wizards alike. Houses, this is your last warning. I'll see no inter-house fighting this year, it has been a long summer for us all and this year will be longer still. You may now eat, may this year start off with new friendships," She ended with a smile.

"What's with the browbeating speech?" Ron asked.

"I'm not too sure; it's just not the same without..." Harry trailed off.

"We know," Hermione said, holding her hand under her nose to hide her grimace. Hogwarts would never be the same without their beloved Headmaster.

"I don't even bleeding understand how Malfoy came back and is now Head Boy," Harry said angrily through the mashed potatoes in his mouth.

Hermione sighed before explaining, "Malfoys a coward, I suppose he was merely pressured into You-Know-Who's service. Either way he's a spy now, just like the bugger Snape was. I don't trust it at all, but the new Headmistress seems to believe his cock and bull story."

Harry made a strangled noise and glared at the Headmistress. It didn't look like they would have the same relationship Harry and Dumbledore had, Hermione thought to herself. It was a rather funny thought actually, she allowed herself to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Ginny asked.

"I'm really not sure anymore," Hermione said, a little let down with herself, "Well, its off to the common room for me, I'll see you there."

She sat up jerkily and remembered, "Be there fast, I have to go to my own common room after, with Draco," Hermione made a face.

They all got up to follow her and being pros at the moving stairs, they made their way to the Fat Lady in a timely fashion.

"Pride," said Hermione, stepping back so the fat lady could swing open, but remembering that the detailed portrait swings inward. She walked up the stairs and sat on the common room couch. Harry, Ron, and Ginny all took positions around her and they talked into the wee hours of the morning, catching up on each other's summers.

"Oh get this Hermione! We were playing quidditch with Charlie and Ron ran into him, knocking him off the broom and right on top of our Mum! It was bleeding hilarious." Ginny told her and they all toppled over in laughter, except for Ron, of course.

"Well mates, its time for me to head to bed," Ron announced and Ginny soon followed.

This left Harry and Hermione to themselves, looking at each other awkwardly. Harry moved over to her couch and sat close to her, taking Hermione's hands in his. She looked down but he released one of her hands and tilted her chin up, tears glistened off of her cheeks and she was biting down on her lower lip.

"Hermione I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't really believe that my death would really be for the best, please try to think about this, you've become my best friend over this summer," he trailed off, looking as though he wanted to say more, but instead shook his head.

"But Harry, how can I kill you? You're asking me to not only throw away your life, and my life but… possibility. Things that could happen. The possibility that you and I could be happy someday." She said quietly and continued, "I won't do this."

Harry sighed and pulled her into his strong, muscular arms, holding her as she cried quietly. He knew she would do whatever he asked of her, he'd do the same for her. If he didn't have to die there could be something there between them. He shook the thought from his head and stroked her hair.

Soon she fell asleep in his arms and he gently pulled himself away from her, stretching his tall, lean body and yawned. Harry looked down at her and wished at once that he didn't have to put her through this, he was sure she had her own personal hell and he would only add to it. He was asking her to die for him.

What will Hermione decide? Will she decide?