Author's POV

Blissful shouts and fits of joyous crying could be heard as Harry Potter whispered to his best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, to meet him outside the garden. Bill and Fluer's wedding had just finished and the urgency in Harry's voice made Hermione worry.

As Hermione made her way past all of the lavish bushes of flowers and towards her two friends, her concern only increased once she saw the frown of sorrow on Harry's face. He could possibly just be remembering Dumbledore. His death did strike him quite hard, Hermione thought, Or maybe he's in a mood because the Ministry hasn't been quite as kind as you'd expect them to be after they'd just learned that he wasn't the liar the portrayed him as… His scar could also be aching again, she added to her list of thoughts.

Once she had reached her friends Harry's sorrow had reached his eyes and he appeared to be completely miserable.

"Some wedding 'eh? Perfect day if you ask me. Fleur looking bloody good in that dress of hers," Ron said with a mischievous grin.

Harry merely stood there, not the slightest smile escaping his lips. This concerned Ron who thought his joke deserved at least a grin.

"Are you alright, Harry?" inquired Hermione who expressed her concern with a furrowed eyebrow and a minor frown. Harry began to talk as thought every word caused him misery.

"Listen guys," he said while avoiding Hermione's or Ron's eye, "I've been thinking about this for a while. And… Well, I, er, I think it's time for me to go fight him. I just know it's time for me to well, uh; you know, go on and end this war. Alone."

Hermione felt hot tears that tempted to blur her vision build up in her eyes. Harry was obviously talking about his ultimate battle with the feared Dark wizard, Lord Voldemort. Hermione hastened to wipe the early stages of her tears in an attempt to remain calm. Harry sighed as he continued.

"I don't want to put you in any danger and..."

"But we are alright with going with you," Ron interjected, "We know it's a risk. But we'll always be there for you, mate."

Harry considered this for a moment with troubled eyes but eventually decided to ignore Ron.

"It really is for the best," he continued in a hollow, depressed voice, "I'll do what was prophesized and hopefully come out alive. But whatever happens to me I want you to know I've appreciated every single thing you guys have ever done for me. You've stayed my best friends even throughout all the things that have divided our very community. It's all I could ask for. I don't want to be responsible for your deaths because I can't stand losing anything more that I've grown to truly value and treasure."

All of these words that tumbled out of Harry's mouth just brought back the tears Hermione had been trying so hard to hide. He truly meant all of what he just said and doesn't want us in any peril. Hermione thought. It doesn't matter that his own life is what's to lose; he prizes our safety too much. No matter what Ron could say, Harry put our lives first. We wanted to stand by his side and support him, fight for him, but he cherished our lives more than that. He wouldn't throw our lives away just for the extra help along the way. Harry knew his life would always be on the line while Voldemort was still alive but bringing our lives at stake was something his conscious could not handle. This was his fight and he knew he must stand alone. It was then that a warm tear slid down Hermione's cheek from her own lack of resistance.

Ron still stood there, not uttering a sound, with a frown forming on his face. He finally found his voice after a couple of moments of silence.

"So this is your choice then? You're going to fight him? Merlin, Harry. You're going to go fight," he gulped, "Voldemort. And you're going to win. Best of luck, mate."

Harry, vaguely shocked at Ron's courage to say Voldemort's name, was still pleased to see that his best friend supported him. He turned to Hermione who had tears spilling out down her cheeks. Harry stepped over to comfort her. Once he had her in his arms Hermione found her voice.

"It's alright, Harry," she began shakily, "I'm alright. I knew someday this moment would come and I want you to know that I'll pray for you. I know you'll do well and I wish you the best of luck."

Harry leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She looked up at him as she remembered all the astounding things he'd done throughout the entire time she'd known him. These recollections of happier times long with the warmth Harry's kiss left on her cheek brought a smile to Hermione's lips.

As Hermione's tears cleared up, the trio began laughing at their old adventures they had together. As they eventually said their finally farewells, each felt a warmth inside them. Each friend knew that this separation would not breakup their friendship. They all knew it was too strong.

As each person said farewell with contempt faces and saddened hearts, each wondered what would be each other's fate.

A/N: I need reviews people! You DO wanna know what happens next right? wink

Thanks for the title, Tay!