Harry's POV

I looked around trying in vain to find my soulmate, Hermione. My heart ached for her, I couldn't believe I let her out of my sight for one second. Especially here. This was NO place to lose the girl I loved so dearly. This place was a grave, so many were dead on the ground. "HARRY!" She screamed, warning me of something. "NO!" She cried out in despair, obviously thinking I had been hit. I fell to the ground, dodging the green spell just before it hit me. Before I knew it, she was shaking me, trying to get me to respond. Then I realized I could not close my eyes. "Harry…. Oh GOD NO! Harry...pl.-please… I-I I LOVE YOU! Come back! NO!" She screamed, her tears falling onto my face as she cried. Someone grabbed her, trying to pry her off of me. "Hermione, please move. Come on lovely, you can't do anything else. Mione he's gone… Mione…" James whispered in her ear.

That's enough of that part of the story. I need to tell you first how all of this started. So to the day I first met Hermione Granger we go.

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A muffled scream wakes me up from my slumber. "BOY! GET UP!" I hear my rotten Uncle Vernon yell. "I'm up…" I say sleepily, getting up from my bed in the closet. I open the door, and I'm slapped hard on my cheek. Having a bruise in that same spot from the day before makes me double over, clutching my face in pain. I'm only 9 years old, and this is what I have to deal with.

Before I know it, I've made breakfast and gotten ready to go to the Zoo for the first time in my life. The occasion is my cousin Dudley's birthday. The only reason why I got to go was because our neighbor, Mrs. Fig, had broken her leg and could not watch me like she normally would when the Dursleys would take Dudley out somewhere. An hour later, we were there. Uncle Vernon pulled me aside and told me no funny business. I just nodded. First up, reptiles. Though when I got into the reptile house, they were no longer interesting. I saw this girl, around my age, with long bushy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. She looked like an angel. She looked up, and our eyes met. She smiled, and I smiled back at her. She turned her head, and told two kindly looking people that must have been her parents, something. She turned back towards me and walked to me.

I was NERVOUS. I could not take my eyes off of her. It seemed that she could not take her eyes off of me either. "Hi, I'm Hermione Granger." She says in an almost melodic voice. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter." I say softly. She touched my hand, and instinctively I took it in mine and brought it up to my lips, and kissed it. She giggled, blushing. I looked up and she was curtsying. I smiled, blushing as well. I then bowed, but something happened, and I fell to the ground in pain. I gasped. "Harry!?" Hermione asked, waving her parents over to us.

"Hurts...all o-over.." I say with difficulty. I see a man, and I immediately know him as Hermione's father.

"Son, can you hear me?" He asks, I nod, gasping in pain again. "Good, I'm John Granger, Hermione's father. Will you allow me to examine you?"

"Y-Yes…" I say, the pain now almost too much to take. He pulls up my shirt and gasps. I see Hermione start to cry.

"D-Daddy! Do something!" She says, in a voice full of pain and anger.

"Harry, who did this to you? Your wounds are immense. That's why you're hurting. Tell me, please." John Granger says, with tears in his eyes. I was extremely surprised and touched that this man, who was a complete stranger, would cry at seeing my scars. "My...My uncle…" I say. As if on cue, Uncle Vernon arrives, yelling at Hermione's dad. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He roars.

"You SIR, are in BIG trouble." John says sternly.

"WHAT? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID I DO?" Vernon roars again.

"You've been beating this boy. His wounds are immense. He may never be able to do as much work, thanks to you. You've damaged him beyond repair." John says, still crying.

"What the BLOODY HELL are you CRYING for? He's not your CHILD!" Vernon spits.

"I'm crying because I care. I'm crying because he's in so much pain…" John says, as another burst of intense pain sears through my body, and I can't help but scream in agony. "Boy, GET UP! We are GOING home!" Vernon yells at me, and grabs my arm, getting me up. As soon as I'm on my feet, I fall back down again, screaming in pain. Vernon grabs me again, and Hermione is hugging her mother. "John, do something. Please…" Hermione's mother says, tears also in her eyes.

"Vernon, release the boy. I am going to take him from you. You are no longer fit to be his guardian. He will stay with my wife and I from now on. Good day to you, SIR." John says, then picks me up and carries me away from my now old family, even with Vernon shouting vulgar insults at him. The last thing I remember is seeing Hermione's tears.

Hermione's POV

It's been a month now, and Harry has not gotten much better. We've tried everything. He's getting worse. For a couple days now, I've been afraid that he..he..he might die… I may only be 9 years old, but I know that Harry's my soulmate. For me it was love at first sight, and I think it was that way for him too. I'm by his bedside 24/7. I can't make myself leave the room for even a second. I have to be with him all the time. He wakes up, every now and then, but only for a brief time. "Sweetie, you can't stay here forever. You must go back to your studies. I have some bad news though, Harry may not last the night. He's dying, and there's nothing we can do. I'm sorry…" My dad says, tears streaming down his face.

"Her..Herm...Hermione…" I hear Harry's voice say.

"Harry?" I ask him.

"I will fight...Won't die on you...Promise...Stay...Stay till I...wake up...again…" He says, then closes his eyes. I felt relieved after I heard him say that.

Regardless of what my dad said, I wouldn't leave Harry's side. I just could not. I began to lose track of time taking care of him. It seemed he was slowly getting better. I guess in some way my love was healing him. One night, I fell asleep with my head on his chest. "Hermione? Hermione, wake up!" A familiar voice said. I woke up, and saw Harry awake, looking completely healed.

"Harry!" I said excitedly, happy tears streaming down my face.

"Hermione, you healed me. I don't know how, but you did. Thank you. I'm glad I'm here, and not back with my aunt and uncle." He said, sounding happy for the first time. I looked at him, realizing for the first time that his eyes were the most beautiful shade of green. He looked so handsome, just sitting there, his beautiful green eyes on me. And I could not help but smile.