Authors Note: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling as everyone hopefully knows. If it belonged to me the end probably wouldn't have been as good as it is.
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The Life of Hermione Granger
Harry Potter watched the casket being lowered into the ground. Why did death seem to occur so often, especially to ones he cared about? He couldn't help but to think that it was his entire fault.
It had all started in his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had told Cedric Diggory, the other Hogwarts champion, to take the cup with him. Why hadn't he just taken the cup as Cedric had wanted him to? If Cedric hadn't come then he wouldn't have died. There was even the possibility that Voldemort might not have even come back. He had noticed where they were almost right away and then he could have gotten back to the cup, back to Hogwarts. Voldemort wouldn't have come back that night.
All of the killings had started with Cedric. After Cedric it had been Sirius, then Dumbledore, and now one of the people closest to him of all. It seemed that no one close to him was safe.
"Well they are now," a voice whispered in the back of his mind. Yes, that was true. Thankfully Voldemort was no longer at large. He had disappeared again, but this time he wasn't coming back. The one who had planted fear in everyone's hearts was finally gone for good. People would no longer die from the doings of his twisted mind, or his twisted followers.
People died in that victorious battle, but the death that shook him the most was Hermione Grangers'. She was the top witch of their year, and she accomplished anything she set her mind to. When it was important she even broke, "about 50 school rules" as she used to put it. She was always glowing with energy and enthusiasm no matter what.
It was true that there were times when things didn't exactly go smoothly between the three of them, but they always eventually go along again. She was a great friend, a great student, and a great person. She had high hopes as to what she would some day become, but now she would never become what she wished. Her hopes were shattered with her death, but she wouldn't be forgotten. No, never forgotten because of the lasting impression she left on you, on him, that would never go away.
Harry felt a tear start to roll slowly down his cheek but he didn't wipe it away. He wasn't ashamed for the tears he shed now for his friend. All that he had left were memories - memories that would have to last him for the rest of his life because he would never see Hermione again.
Harry stood there, tears streaking down his face, trying to contain his sobs of anguish. The anguish he had for the best friend that would never be by his side to comfort or joke around with him again.
A slight drizzle started, leaving spots on his glasses and dampening the ground. It seemed that Harry wasn't the only one crying for the life lost for freedom from fear, the life of Hermione Granger.
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Authors Note: So? What did you think? This is the first one I've posted, and the first one of many trapped in my head that I've written down. Review pretty please.