OK. This is my second fanfic. For those of you reading "Burying the Truth", I am still going to continue that story. I got this idea for this fanfic, while I was talking to myfriend. ENJOY!!!!!!

It was raining. Hermione sat on the windowsill of her flat just looking at the rain. 'It had been raining that night too.' She thought. She looked at her clock sitting on her nightstand. It read "12:00" "Better go to sleep. Got to wake up early tomorrow." She made her way to her bed, where she remembered that fateful night when it rained.

Hermione was sitting in her living room waiting for Harry and Ron. "They're late." She said while glancing down at her watch.

She lived in a spacious flat in muggle London. Harry had defeated Voldemort the summer before he graduated Hogwarts. After destroying the Horcruxes, he used 'Priori Incantatem' and with the help of everyone that Voldemort had killed, he finally defeated the fiend.

It had been four years since the final battle. Harry and Ron both became Aurors while

Hermione obtained a job in The Department of Charms and Spells in the Ministry. Her job is to develop new spells for the aurors to use. She loved her job and she was doing extremely well at it also.

"8:30. they are an hour late." It had become a tradition between the Golden Trio that every Friday they would go to the cinema to watch a muggle movie. Ron had been reluctant at first, but Harry and Hermione always got him jumbo popcorn to shut him up."

Hermione was about to go into her office and do paperwork, when there was a series of impatient knocks on her door. She hurried and when she opened it, she was greeted by a disheveled and thoroughly soaked Ron. "Ron what is-"Hermione, something's happened."

"What do you mean? What happened?" "Let's go inside, we can't talk about this out here." They rushed inside and sat down on her couch. Ron looked more serious than ever. She had not seen this look in since the Second War. "Ron, what is going on? You're frightening me." "Hermione, Harry killed the Minister of Magic."

Hermione barely had enough time to register what he had said before she said "What?! You are joking right?" she noticed his serious facial expression "Right?" he swallowed before he answered "No, I'm not. He killed the Minister Herms." She did not even say anything about the nickname that he knew that she hated.

She was frozen in place. He continued "He also, injured sixteen Aurors and destroyed half on the building. After he killed Scrimgeour, he ran. No one has seen him since. The Prophet's already writing a story on it. This is going to make Skeeter's year."

"Ron, are you sure it was him? I mean, maybe it was someone else." "No Herms, it was him." Hermione tried to think of any possible explanation for her best friends actions.

"Maybe he was under the Imperius curse." "Herms, you know better than anyone that is not possible. This is Harry, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One. Don't you remember that during the war, Mad-Eye trained him to fight off the Imperious? Also, he mastered Occulmency. Remember?"

She knew that Ron was right. Remus had trained Harry in, all throughout seventh year, so that Voldemort would not be able to get into his mind. Also, Mad-Eye had taught Harry to fight off the Imperious. This gave Harry a massive advantage over the Death Eaters, and had saved him from being captured many times.

Hermione became frustrated and stood up. "Ron! There has got to be a logical explanation for this! This is Harry, our best friend! Maybe someone imitated his appearance with Polyjuice potion."

Ron stood up and let out an exasperated sigh, "It couldn't have been Polyjuice potion Herms." "Why?" she said desperately. "Because Polyjuice potion mimics the appearance of a person, not their powers. Harry can do wandless magic, no one else can do that, the Harry that attacked the Ministry also did wandless magic."

Hermione pondered this for a moment. Ron was right (those are words that she never thought that she would say). The Polyjuice potion could not mimic a wizard's powers. This is why Barty Crouch had to get Moody's magical eye in fourth year, because he could not mimic it.

"Ron, but it could not have been Harry. You know that he would never do that. Why would he kill the Minister Ron?" "I don't know Hermione but maybe the Prophet is ri-"

"NO!" she cut him off. "Don't you dare say that!"

What Ron was referring to was that The Daily Prophet kept writing that Harry was going crazy. Instead of Skeeter writing it, a healer wrote it. The healer had facts, and made excellent points. What was strange was that Harry had been distant the last couple of days. 'Maybe the Prophet is right.' She thought.

"Ron, but its Harry. How could he?" "I don't know Herms. But he committed murder. It was him. I saw him, he stunned me" Ron said softly. "It was Harry. We just have to accept the fact that the Harry Potter that we knew is gone."

Hermione woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She turned it off and quickly showered. When she was done, she went into the kitchen and when she was making her coffee, she thought.

'It has been four months.' During those four months, the wizarding world was in chaos. The Ministry had to elect a new Minister. It had been a long process, but they finally decided on the head of the Magical Law Enforcement, Aegeon Dawsden. He was a middle-aged man, with black and a few streaks of gray hair, but an excellent leader. He was better than Scrimgeour and Fudge. He was good friends with Dumbledore and with many members of the Order; but that did not stop him from searching for Harry.

Hermione's so-called 'best friend' was the Most Wanted man in the entire wizarding world. His current bounty was 100,000 galleons and rising. The Aurors could not find him. They English Ministry of Magic were getting help from the French, Italian, and even the Spanish Ministry in hopes of finding him. Harry has eluded them so far. No one knows where he is.

Hermione's life was going great. She had a great job, wonderful friends, but she was lonely. She dated, went out dancing, but she would always be lonely. If the experience with Voldemort had taught her anything, it was to live life top the fullest, because you never knew when a Dark Lord would try to kill you. She enjoyed her youth, but she would always think of him.

Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. The Chosen One, the man that she loved. Yes. She was in love with him. She had been since their seventh year at Hogwarts. She had wanted to tell him many times, but she did not have the courage. Now she would never get the chance, he was gone.

She went to her job, and worked diligently. When lunchtime came around, she barely even noticed Tonks. "Hermione, are you all right?" "Oh, Tonks, I barely noticed you there." "Are you ready to go to lunch?" "Yeah, let's go."

After the war, Hermione and Tonks became really close. Tonks married Remus to years ago.

"So, how's Ron?" asked Tonks. Her hair was a brilliant shade of violet today. "He's fine. Although, Lavender is driving him crazy with 'her' wedding." They both laughed at this. After two years of dating, Ron had finally proposed to Lavender. The entire Weasly clan rejoiced, but Tonks had lost a few galleons to Hermione. She never thought that they would get married.

"Yeah, that Lavender is a conniving bitch, Herms. She hates you." "I honestly don't know why. I'm not in love with Ron anymore." "That's not what she thinks. Ginny had told her that you're not, but I think she's gone mental with jealousy."

As soon as Lavender and Ron had started dating, Lavender hated Hermione. She always thought that Hermione was still in love with Ron. At the end of sixth year, Hermione and Ron had dated. This lasted for five months when Hermione broke it off. She never told Ron, or anyone else the real reason, she had just said that they were better off as friends.

Ginny, had married Draco Malfoy. When they had started dating, no one except Hermione, Harry, and Tonks knew. After a couple of months together, they had eloped and told Ginny's family, at Molly Weasley's Sunday dinner. Draco was attacked by all of Ginny's brothers, and even her parents, but they got past it, and he was always welcomed at the Weasley home.

No one ever mentioned Harry. Whenever someone did, Ron and Remus would freeze up, and Mrs. Weasley would always cry. He was a person that they never spoke about. It was too painful. They ignored talking about him. It was as if he never existed.

After lunch with Tonks, Hermione went back to her office. At six o' clock, she finally went back to her empty flat. She made herself dinner, and got out a photo album. She looked at the pictures. The were of her, Harry, and Ron. After flipping through the pages, she found a particular picture of Harry and her. She traced the outline of his delicate face. She missed him so much. 'I wish that I had told him how I felt. Now, I'll never get a chance.' She kept looking at the pictures and reminiscing about the person that she truly loved, well into the night.

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