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Song lyrics (in italics) are from 'Your Guardian Angel' by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

This is just a quick little ficlet. Make of it what you will.

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I will never let you fall.

I'll stand up with you forever.

I'll be there for you through it all.

Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

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Blood. Destruction. Screams. All I see and hear around me is death. It doesn't matter that two sides are fighting; they will both lose. Both sides will suffer heavy casualties. People will lose their friends. People will lose their family members. The people they love. No one will come out of this victorious.

I walk further through the grass, avoiding the chaos, sending Stunning spells when necessary to keep attackers away. I must find her.

I will not lose her.

In the distance, I see Potter and the Dark Lord duelling. This is it. This is the battle witches and wizards have been anticipating since the revelation that Potter is the Chosen One. They say that the fate of the wizarding world rests on the outcome of this singular battle.

I do not care. My single-minded determination to find her is my driving force.

I step over bodies. Slain carcasses, discarded as if their life never mattered. The grass stained red under my feet.

My life. I would gladly trade my life for hers, should it come to that. I promised I would save her. Even if saving her sends me to heaven.

Loud shouts echo from The Duel. It seems as if the Dark Lord has injured Potter in some way. His retaliation sends bright sparks high into the sky.

Where is she?

If I cannot find her... no. I will find her. I have to find her. Alive. She will stay alive for me. She has plagued me for too long to give up on me now.

A shrill shriek fills my ears.

Help me! I hear her voice say in my mind.

Without hesitation I sprint to the source of the shriek. She is there, on the ground, clutching her side in agony. Two blood-covered Death Eaters are unconscious beside her.

I pick her up. Sparing no glance to the inconsequential battle, I Apparate away to the safe house.

We spent months making sure this place would be ready. A mansion close to the seaside in Wales, on the outskirts of a small Muggle town. Just myself, my house elf and her. We will be in hiding. The mansion is unplottable and under the strongest protection enchantments known to wizardkind. We do not know what the outcome of the battle will be. We do no want to linger to find out and risk death longer than necessary. Later, we can find out. We will be almost entirely self sufficient. Anything we need we will obtain from the village.

It takes several hours and the assistance of the house elf to properly heal her and myself. Once finished, I lay her sleeping form on the bed and collapse next to her.

Sometime during the night, I wake up and find we have moved in our sleep, our limbs now entwined. I press my lips to her forehead and whisper in her ear.

"Hermione."

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