The war was lost, that much was clear. Or at least the loss was so great that it no longer mattered who won and who lost. Harry was dead and with him the dark lord; but their deaths would haunt her forever. The Dark Lord had been slain as well as their savior, the domino effect was not something that the order had put into consideration. The moment the dark lord fell the light rejoiced finally they foolishly thought it's over. Harry Potter stood stiffly over Tom Riddles body panting, his muscles tense and quivering, moments passed before goods stance relaxed and he stayed to laugh maniacally. It was a frightening sight and wanted over the order like a cold bucket of water. Hermione slowly inches her way over to him, wand in hand, dread filled her as her turned around. Red eyes met gold.

It was not harry anymore but voldemort.

"Why hello mud blood" he sneered

She was too shocked to react.

"Well whore, how would you like to be my pet? !" He taunted

You could see the struggle elfin him and a flash of green eyes. It was those eyes that caused hermione to react.

"Stupefy"

"Hermione! Do it! " this time it was not the voice of a maniac but the voice of a desperate young man

She whimpered "I- I can't harry. I can't do that to you. "

Green eyes pleaded but shined with understanding and love

"It's okay hermione, it's the only way to..."

He was abruptly cut off red eyes flashed again then back to green. A battle of wills and dominance

"Now!" He screams

"No mud blood you-"

"Don't call her that! "

Harry's boddy jerked around and his skin crawled around you could see him slowly morphing into a twisted version of himself, with features of the Dark Lord becoming present.

Hermione's heart broke as she struggled to loosen the grasp she had on her wand tighter, white knuckled and bloody palmed; her body shook in despair and her soul ached.

"I love you" she whispered staring him straight in the eyes, begging him to hear the sincerity in her voice as well as her longing and regret.

Green eyes shone with the same longing and regret coupled with resignation and understanding. It was too much to bare.

"I love you too"

It was at their declaration that Voldemort resurfaced enraged by his one weakness in display

"No! You shall die mud"

"Avada kedavra"

A flash of green light struck the boy who lived and his body went limp. His limp body fell to the ground with a smile on his face. He was finally at peace. The war had been won but at a great price.

Wow that broke my heart I can't believe I just wrote that. Anyway this is a stand alone oneshot, if and only if, you guys want me to write another version with a happy ending I'll get right to it. This is also the basis of my newest story it will be a crossover of harry potter and either the hobbit or the lord of the rings trilogy. Im still not sure, let me know what you think.

I hope you also take the time to read some of my other stories :)

-Dallybear

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