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Another Hermione time travel fic, vastly different, including character's and the goals! What will Hermione get herself into this time?
If you see any spelling mistakes, please tell me so I can fix them, I loathe the mistakes, but I am not a good speller at all. I would use spell check, but the way I'm posting stories now it doesn't work, so please watch for them. Thank you!

Raevyin

Hermione:

I saw his face, a split second before he was pushed though the veil...pure terror, and something else not written there...it seemed like he had lost something...and I didn't know what.

I never really saw it...but I saw the memory...I had forced Harry to show me, I had to know it was for real.

He had been though so much...far more then a soul should have to bear.

Betrayal, death...Azkaban, the torments of Dementors...every hour, day, minute, all those years he was in Azkaban. Yet he was still happy...smart...and yes, above all, brave.

I missed him deeply, I found myself crying over every little reminder of him...everyday...

It was seventh year now...a little over a year since his death...a year since he fell though that veil...a year since I heard his voice, saw his face...looked into his eyes.

I was on the train with Harry and Ron, who both were sound asleep...thats when I could feel new tears coursing down my cheeks.

I took out the picture, it was in perfect shape...I had spelled it to be that way...I never wanted it to wear out of fade. I saw his eyes, this time laughing...it was the last picture we had of him...and it was precious, it was worth more than anything.

I turned, and put the picture away, not wanting anyone to see me with it...they didn't know I still grieved over him...they couldn't. It would just be harder on Harry.

I wiped my nose on my sleeve, and then looked up, and found Harry staring at me.

"I miss him too." It was simple, and comforting.

I nodded, not wanting to talk.

His death shouldn't have affected me this much...but I was the last person to look into his eyes, to visit that memory, see his face before he disappeared...and it was some how everything...

Then I realized it.

I had fallen in love with a dead man.

We were finally off the train, the feast done...and I was in my room, I had made head girl this year, as did Harry.

I took out his picture again, and other ones...they were all spread out before me, I had found a way to make pictures out of memories...it was vastly comforting.

I could still call up every detail of his face, the creases, the way he stood...the way he smelled.

I looked at him waving at me, looking mournful, sad, angry...all of them...and I loved them all.

My favorite above all...he was reading, his face screwed up in concentration...under a tree.

I once again felt the tears course down my cheeks, oh what would I give to have him back...even though I knew he would of never loved me like I did him.

I knew it was silly, and it was stupid, but later, I had snuck out, and found myself on top of the highest tower...

I looked up at the stars, it was a stupid idea...but it was comforting.

"Star bright...star light...the first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish I might have this wish tonight." It was silly, only little girls did that...but I found it...something Sirius would do.

I wish I could see Sirius again...I wish he was back, for good.

I felt a small tingle, as if my wish had actually come true... though that was impossible.

I got ready for bed, and was in my nightgown when I finally fell into bed, and was asleep in a instant.

That next morning, I woke up bright and early...I wasn't in my bed, or my room...and there was someone next to me.

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