AN: This is a new story. I haven't written in awhile because I have been in school and the writing for that alone had put me off creative writing. However, I was listening to the song "Posession" by Sarah McLachlan and got the idea for this story. This is not a songfic, but does take the name from the song. Also, if you are looking for a happy story, this will not be it. Sometimes the hardest stories to write are the ones where there is no happy ending.

No copyright infringement is intended. All known characters belong to the original author.

My Dearest Love,

The memory of your porcelain skin haunts my dreams. The expanse of your milky white breasts heaving as you caught your breath during the Final Battle fuels my fantasies. I lay back in my bed during these lonely nights without you thinking of the way your body looked as you undressed in your childhood bedroom while I watched from the dark, cold street below. The way your luscious, curly locks swung as you undressed in your robin egg blue bedroom. I would have thought your bedroom to be painted in the red and gold colors of your House, but I digress.

As I saw you unsnap the pale pink bra that you had worn under your white, sensible blouse, I could feel myself hardening. My ragged breath quickened as you turned around and I could see the rosy pink tips of your nipples. I placed my hand upon my hard manhood and began stroking as I watched you cross your room. You looked like an angel, my love. I had to cast a silencing spell as I came in my pants. I could not imagine being a Muggle and having to deal with wet pants without the magic that lives beneath our skin. I spelled away the mess as soon as the seed that one day will fill your womb to create our offspring and left in the night.

I cannot stop thinking about that night. As each day passes, I can feel my love for you grow. One day we shall be together, my love. I will lie you down in my plush bed and make love to you until you scream my name and beg me for more. I will take away all the pain that this life has given you. Do not worry, my love, for I will always be there, watching to make sure no one can cause you more pain.

Until That Fateful Day,

Your Eternal Love

Hermione bit her lip as she showed Harry the letter she had received at her parents' house. She trusted the Auror with her life, especially after the year where they spent searching for Horcruxes and the defeat of Voldemort. While Ron was also her best friend, she did not want the redhead to do anything brash. Harry was far more level headed.

"Whoever this guy is, Hermione, I would worry. He sounds like a possessive stalker. You cannot know if he is dangerous or not. Do you think you would prefer to stay at Grimmauld Place with Ginny and I until we can catch this guy?" Harry asked, as he laid the letter down on his desk.

Hermione shook her head, her curls swaying with the movement. "No, Harry. I cannot leave Mum and Dad alone to face whomever this is alone. We are still trying to repair our relationship after I Obliviated their memories and sent them to Australia. Besides, I would feel extremely guilty if I left them to this person's devices after everything I did to save them from Voldemort."

Harry sighed. "Hermione, this guy is potentially extremely dangerous. We cannot leave you to fend yourself and your parents against this guy alone. At least allow me to station an Auror guard outside the house. With your status as a war hero, I am sure Kingsley would overrule any objection that my bosses may have. Also, you shouldn't leave your house alone. I'm sure we could find someone who would be willing to escort you whenever you need to run errands. Since you apparate between your house and the Ministry, we should be okay on that front."

Hermione thought over Harry's proposition. It did have its merits. She knew Muggle celebrities had stalkers that had been found in their homes. She remembered her mother's worry when she recounted when an American president had been shot when she was younger due to a man's obsession with Jodie Foster when Hermione read the letter the first time.

"I think that should be acceptable. Mum and Dad just want me to be safe, but I worry about their safety. While I wouldn't change what I did for you for anything, Harry, I wish the fame that came along with it would stop interfering with my life. Since that year with the Philosopher's Stone, all I've wanted is to be normal. I thought we would have that after the War."

"I know how you feel, Hermione," Harry said with a wistful look on his face. "I know you are worried about Ron will do, but don't you think the more people who can look out for you, the better?"

"I don't know if that is such a good idea, Harry. We are taking a break again. It would just make things more awkward between us."

Harry just shook his head. His two friends were all wrong for each other. They broke up and got back together again at least ten times in the three years it had been since the Final Battle. Unless he wanted to run away screaming from attacking canaries, Harry knew better than to tell Hermione his thoughts on it. As for Ron, well, he was just as stubborn as their female friend. At least between break ups, they still remained good friends.

"Why didn't you tell me she had a stalker?" Ron said as he barged into Harry's office the next day.

"Hello to you too, Ron. I'm well today, thanks for asking," Harry said sarcastically. Ron just looked at him. "Hermione asked me not to."

"Yeah but she's my girlfriend, mate. You should have at least let me known."

"I thought you two were taking a break again?"

"That doesn't mean I still don't care! I need to get over there now and make sure she's okay."

Harry grabbed Ron by his sleeve. "Now, this is why Hermione didn't want to tell you. You are going to ruin the investigation, Ron. This guy could be dangerous and we don't need you hurt because he views you as a threat."

Ron sank into an empty chair. He knew his friend was right.

"Just because we aren't dating right now doesn't mean I don't care."

"I know, Ron. However, this guy is watching Hermione at her parents' house. We already have three people that could be hurt. We don't need to add you to the mix."

"Has the team that's heading the investigation found anything yet?" asked the other Auror.

"Not yet. We know the guy was at the Final Battle, he mentioned it in the letter. Probably a student when we were there. We've captured the remaining Death Eaters that were there."

"Any guesses who it might be? I don't remember anyone following Hermione around when we were still in school?"

"We ruled out most of the former DA members. Neville is on his honeymoon with Hannah Abbott. I'm not sure if Seamus even saw Hermione that way plus he has been in Ireland the past couple months and the owl used was used from the post office in Diagon Alley. If I had a guess, I think this bloke is someone Hermione never talked to. Probably someone who was not in our year. However, that's a pure guess right now based on me not recognizing the handwriting. We won't know until he writes more letters and talks about more encounters. That should narrow it down a bit more."

"Alright, I promise not to do anything if you keep me updated. I'll see you guys at the Burrow for Sunday supper."

With that, Ron left the office. Harry sat down in his chair and laid his head in his hands. At this point, the person could be anyone in Wizarding Britain.

My Eternal Love,

I cannot let those men who stand outside your door hurt you. I do not even know who they are. I will protect you, my Gryffindor princess. Thankfully, they thought I was a Muggle who lived in the neighborhood when I walked by your house the other night. I cannot live without you, my love. I will find a way to save you.

Do you remember you sixth year? When your supposed friend was dating that awful Brown girl? I remember the sadness in your eyes. I will never be the cause of your tears. I will take an Unbreakable Vow to strive to always make you happy, my dearest. I will murder anyone who causes you pain. I vow this to you. The first will be that Weasley boy who you have cried too many tears over.

When we are finally together, sweetness, I will give you everything you ever dreamed of. A house where we will raise our children and a life that you will never cry over again. A life that will be filled with joy. A life that others will envy. I love you more than life itself, my darling girl. I vow to you that I will make you happy.

I remember the first time I saw you. You were in the Great Hall, sitting at your House table. You lifted your eyes from the book you were reading and I fell in love. Even though you were a year ahead of me, I knew from that day we were destined to be together. How I wish that you could have been mine that year! But when you were Petrified later that year, I knew that I had to wait. I worked all these years to build up a life I could make with you, my beautiful one. Finally, I have everything ready for you. Soon, my love, we will never be parted again.

This divide between us will end. This I vow to you.

Until That Day,

Your Soul Mate.

Hermione's hands shook as she read the letter. He wouldn't dare kill Ron, would he? Harry had warned her that this guy could be dangerous. Panicking, she conjured her Patronus. The dancing otter appeared from the tip of her wand.

"Harry, I need you to check on Ron, quickly! I just received another letter from him and he threatened Ron's life. Please, check on Ron before you come here. I implore you."

The otter left the window. All she could do is hope that Ron was okay.

Harry knocked on Ron's door to his flat. When he received no answer, Harry opened the unlocked door. Opening the door, it appeared no one was home. The lights were off and the flat was so quiet, Harry could hear his own heart beat.

"Lumos," Harry said as the tip of his wand lit up.

The living room was empty. There was a cup of tea sitting on the coffee table, half full. A few Quidditch magazines were scattered on the table as well. Nothing seemed out of place. It wasn't unusual for Ron to be a bit of a slob. Harry had heard Hermione complain about it during each of their numerous break ups. It was unsurprising with how organized Hermione was in school that she would be a neat freak.

Harry walked into the bedroom and noticed the bedclothes were still rumpled. The door to the bathroom was empty. Harry heard the front door open and drew his wand. He walked out of the bedroom to see the horror stricken face of Hermione.

Harry saw what had startled Hermione. A red substance kept dripping down from the ceiling. Harry's eyes widened as he realized that the substance looked eerily like blood. Looking up, he saw the twisted face of Ron. His chest had been carved and sewed back up again. The blood was seeping from the wounds. It looked like a sticking charm had been used to keep his body to the ceiling.

Hermione choked out a sob when she saw the body. Falling to the floor, she began to wail for the loss of one of her best friends. The guilt was evident on her face.

"Oh Ron. I had hoped to keep you from getting yourself killed and I failed."

Harry took Hermione into his arms while she continued to sob. Her wails had brought the attention of the backup Aurors Harry had called for. They nodded to Harry as he escorted Hermione out of the flat.

Her stalker had struck and it was only a matter of time before her parents, Harry, or even herself was next.