Took My Heart To His Grave

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot and my new character.

A/N: Takes place in their 6th year.

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Hermione Granger, a heart-stricken 16-year-old, sat in the back of History of Magic staring blankly at the wall in front of her. She was absolutely emotionless. She had been that way for two weeks now, ever since the love of her life died.

She walked around an emotionless soul. If a dementor came near and sucked out her soul, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. She had to have someone escort her everywhere she went. She had to be fed and had to be forced to get her work done.

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Ron watched his friend stare emotionlessly at the wall. It broke his heart to see her like this. He knew that she would do better if there was a body in that casket. He knew that she would to better if she could say good-bye to a pale, cold body.

But that wasn't the case. The beautiful bright oak casket was empty. Nothing had been found of the once bright and lively soul. No, that wasn't true. The casket held two items: the boy's tie and his robe. That was all that was left.

His death affected everyone. From his best friends to his enemies, his death was a tragedy. Everywhere, for the first week, you saw someone crying over it. He wouldn't have liked it. Ron knew for a fact that he wouldn't like it if people were crying over him.

It was if all hope was lost. If the great Harry Potter could be defeated, then they all could. He was all the hope Hogwarts had. All the hope the Wizarding World had. All the hope everyone had. And now, that hope was destroyed.

As Ron looked over at his friend again, a tear fell from her chocolate brown eye. She didn't bother to wipe it away, nor did she even seem to realize that a tear had begun to fall. This nice shaped tear fell until it hit the parchment that lay on her desk. Ron watched the tear spread out on the paper. He stared at it for the longest time.

His thoughts were disturbed when there was a knock at the door. Everyone turned to the door to see who it was. Everyone that is, except Hermione, who was still staring at the wall, as if waiting from someone to pop out of it.

Professor McGonagall was the person at the door. "Excuse me." She said. She wasn't looking at Professor Binns, nor any of the students that were looking at her. She was looking at the stone-still girl that was Hermione Granger. "Miss Granger, the headmaster wishes to speak with you." She said this in her sweetest voice.

Hermione didn't move, talk, or even acknowledge that Professor McGonagall was there. She just stared at that wall.

"Hermione," Ron said. He got up and knelt down in front of her. "Professor Dumbledore has something to tell you." He looked into her eyes so that her gaze was taken away from the wall.

She came out of her trance. "Oh, really? That's nice." That's all she said. She didn't get up.

"He's waiting for you in his office." Ron said.

"Oh." She stood up slowly. She walked over to Professor McGonagall, who led her out of the room and to Professor Dumbledore's office.

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"Hello Miss Granger." Dumbledore said from behind his desk.

"Hello." She said quietly. She slowly made her way over to the chair in front of his desk. As she sat down, she laid eyes upon a beautiful chestnut box.

"First off, there is something I wish to give you." He picked up the chestnut box and put it down in front of Hermione. She saw that it had Harry's name on the top. She smiled as another tear fell from her eye. "I found this among his possessions. If you look inside, you'll understand why I'm giving it to you."

Hermione took in the box in her hands. At first, she didn't open it. She let her hands explore the box. It was as smooth as silk, as if it had been polished daily. Then her right index finger began to trace the letters of his name.

"Open it." Dumbledore said with a slight smile on his face.

Hermione slowly began to open the lid. Inside were 4 items that Hermione could see: a piece of broken glass, 2 pictures, and a beautiful diamond ring.

"Also," Dumbledore said, watching her. "There is a letter addressed to you under the pictures."

She looked under the two pictures and found a note. Her name was printed in Harry's writing. She opened it slowly and began to read it.

My Dearest Hermione,

Once you're reading this, I will most likely be gone from the earth. I'm not even sure when, exactly, you'll be reading this letter. It could be sometime in our 6th year or maybe when we're old and gray.

Hopefully, when you receive this letter, a box full of my most prized possessions will come with it. Inside should be 4 items. The first two I will explain are the pictures. The first is a picture of you and me outside the Borrow just before our 6th year when we 'got together'. The second is a picture of my parents wedding. I have that picture in this box because it's one of the only pictures I have of Sirius.

This directs me to the 3rd object. To you, it may just look like a piece of broken glass. To me, however, it holds a special meaning. Just before we left for the Hogwarts Express for our 5th year, Sirius gave a mirror to me saying, 'When ever you need to talk to me, just say my name in the mirror and I'll be able to talk to you through it.' Those might not be the EXACT words, but you understand.

Now, it's time to explain the last object, the diamond ring. My father gave this to my mother when he asked her to marry him. I received this in our 3rd year. And now, I'm giving it to you.

I guess the real reason I'm writing this is to tell you how I feel if I never got the chance to. When we first met, you gave off a light that brightened my day. Not until the end of our fourth year did I realize what feelings I had for you.

At this moment, as I'm writing this, the best day of my life was when we got together at the Weasley's. And if I had to think up a happy memory to ward off a dementor, all I would have to do is think of your smiling face. What I'm trying to say is that I love you Hermione Granger. I have for a long time. I just hope that I told you this before I took my place in the heavens. If I didn't get a chance to say that, then all I can say is that I'm sorry. I only hope that you can find someone that loves you as much as I do. Just remember that I'm forever in your heart. No matter where I you go, or what I you have done; I love you more than anything in the world.

Love,
Harry

As Hermione folded the letter back up, several tears fell from her eyes. She was lost of words. If only she could tell Harry she felt the same. She loved him more than anything in the world.

"I also have a favor to ask of you." Dumbledore spoke up. "We are receiving a new student that is to be placed in Gryffindor. I was hoping that you could show him around and make him feel welcome."

Hermione wiped her eyes. "I would love to Professor. Thank you for asking me." She tried to say this in a calm voice but it quivered with heartache.

"Well, I suggest you go down to dinner." Dumbledore said. Then he added with a smile, "I wouldn't want you to have to go down to the kitchens on my part." Hermione smiled slightly and walked out of his office.

***Half an hour later***

There was a knock at Professor Dumbledore's office. "Come in!" Dumbledore said not looking up from his work.

A boy of 16 walked in. He had brown hair and ice-blue eyes. He looked around to see if anyone was in the office except Dumbledore.

"I wasn't expecting you for another hour Harry." Dumbledore said, smiling. The boy sighed, looking disappointed. Then he closed his eyes tight and transformed back into his true self. Standing before Dumbledore was none other than Harry Potter.

"How did you know?" Harry pouted as he made his way over to the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"I know you oh to well." Dumbledore smiled. "Besides, even with ice- blue eyes, they still give off the same light as your true ones."

Harry shrugged. "Um.did you complete that favor I asked of you?"

"Yes." Dumbledore said. "Miss Granger cried terribly. Might I ask what was in the letter?"

"Well," Harry began. "It was just saying how I felt. I don't know when I'll be able to see her again. Well, in my real look anyway."

"Miss Granger also agreed to 'help' you." Dumbledore smirked at Harry.

"I just hope that she won't be mad at me when she finds out that I'm really me." Harry said.

"She won't." Dumbledore said reassuringly.

"I hope not." Harry said. Then, he closed his eyes again and changed back in the browned-haired boy.

"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Dylan Stonewell." Dumbledore said holding out his hand. Dylan shook it with a smile.

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