Author's Note : Okay, this is my first fanfic ever, so I really need a little push forward. I'm trying for a different story line now, like Harry & Ron are dead ( sorry :$ ) & Hermione is on the run determined to finish what they started. But along the way, she meets a certain blond who surprisingly doesn't want to kill her but … this is the part where you review, so that I can actually write more ! But you all must have guessed by now :D Anyway sorry for rambling on. Here, the story begins ! Enjoy ]


Ron pushed her aside, shooting a curse at the Death-Eater in the coffee shop. Hermione tumbled to the ground,and looked up just in time to see her boyfriend get hit in the chest by a bright green light, which was all too familiar to her. She watched him fall, but she couldn't make a sound nor move. She saw Harry look around blindly trying to figure out where Ron is, she wanted to warn him to watch out but he had seen watched as he too got hit straight in the heart by the blonde Death-Eater. He fell to the ground with his eyes still open, and she could see a single tear fall down his face.

Hermione woke up in a cold sweat, with tears running down her face. 'Oh the same old nightmare again' She thought, as she went back under her blanket. She had gotten this nightmare for the past 2 weeks since this had happened, every night without fail. She thought about that night again, how she had somehow known at the back of her head that those two people were dangerous but she hadn't done anything about it. She felt tears well up, as she realized again how she could have saved Harry and Ron, how they were dead today because of her.

She had been scared stiff that evening, but as soon as the other Death-Eater turned towards the blond one in rage, she knew she had her chance. She heard them argueing about why he had killed Harry when it was obviously Voldemort's wish to be the one to finish him off. She had whispered "Petrificus Totalus" at the other Death-Eater who froze and fell. The blonde one had looked around as it dawned on him that he hadn't killed the girl. Hermione had stood up and bellowed "Crucio", taking pleasure in the way the man writhed in pain. She was so fucking angry, she couldn't control it as she turned into a totally different person, not like herself, more dark . She stopped abruptly, as she realized what she was doing and did the same thing to him what she had done to his partner. She walked upto them and had wiped them of their memories, and done the same the waitress. She felt bad for herself, as she apparated into Grimmauld Place and ran crying to their room. The room they all had so much fun in, talking, making plans .. back when times were better, happier and there was no war impending down on them.

She wished she could wipe herself clean of her memories, but she knew she couldn't . She couldn't let Harry and Ron have died in vain, and she was going to complete the task. She knew their souls would only rest in peace once she had finished what they had started. It had been only two weeks but she already missed them. Ron had asked her out right after the wedding, about three hours before he was killed. They had shared one sweet kiss. Just one. Before he was cruelly taken away from her, by the Dark fucking Lord. She started sobbing more as she realized she'd never see them both again, never share hugs with them and she had lost both her best friends.

She wiped her tears off, and sat up in bed not knowing what to do. But in the back of her head, she knew what she had to do to get rid of the pain, boy did she know. She threw back the covers, and ran hurriedly to the bathroom determined before she could change her mind. She looked through the cabinet, & she saw it gleaming behind the cotton she had kept there, just in case things got out of hand. She grabbed the blade and hissed a bit when it cut her finger. She sat down on the toilet seat sucking her finger gently, and gazed at the blade with a tear in her eye.

This is what had gotten her through the days, the days she thought she couldn't live through. She had resorted to cutting herself, as this pain outweighed the pain she felt from their deaths. She choked a little, as she realized yet again what had happened. She took a deep breath and pressed the cold blade to the pale skin of her arm. She hissed a bit as she felt her skin burn, but she felt at peace. She could go on forever like this, just cutting and cutting, hopefully dying. But she knew better. She knew she had to go on, atleast for their sakes. She pressed the blade more deeply, and gasped as she felt it burn. She resisted the urge to scream, and bit her lip. She tasted blood after a while. She knew she would bleed to death if this continued, so she removed the blade and winced as the cold air rushed at her cuts.

She took the cotton from the cabinet and dabbed it at her skin. She watched the cotton turn red, almost the whole of it. She sighed, and regretted doing it almost at once. She slowly trudged to bed, and fell on it with the covers on. She turned around and closed her eyes, not thinking of the coming days, but instead of the happier ones, smiling and happy, with them.


Okay, I know it's nothing great so far, but I have the whole story planned out. Reviews would really help, thanks :] & yeah, this story is kind of dark. It is rated M for the later chapters which I promise will come soon enough. Thanks ! Please review 3