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Behind Every God
The battle with Lord Voldemort had ensued and Hermione Granger was right in the middle of it, standing and fighting with her best friends, her allies, and her enemies. Through the screaming and the soaring of various hexes, she heard a man's voice scream her name, an anguished, painful man's voice. Quickly, without regard for herself, she turned and dashed around the two Death Eaters she'd been dueling, around members of the Order, and ran in the direction from which she'd heard her name. Only too soon did she see who it had been that called out for her. Horror struck and frozen she stared down at him.
Harry Potter was laying spread eagle on the blood soaked grass, his glasses lopsided and shattered on his face, a small trickle of blood issuing from the corner of his mouth.
"Harry!" Hermione whispered, "Oh no, Harry, what have they done to you?"
Quickly Hermione dropped to her knees beside her fallen comrade, and took his hand in hers. She knew what was going to happen; there was no possible way Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was going to survive this time. Not long after seeing him, actually seeing him, did she realize the blood soaking the grass under him was his.
Harry forced a very painful smile, for Hermione's benefit, and began to speak though his voice was very quiet and strained. "Hermione, I've—I've done it… he's d-dead."
Hermione gazed down at his eager eyes, the only part of him that still looked alive, and she smiled, forcing back tears. "I always knew you would."
Harry choked, turned his head from her and coughed up a large amount of glistening reddish liquid. "I want you to go, don't—don't stay."
She squeezed his hand and leaned down to adjust Harry's glasses. Then leaned a bit closer to him, wiped the blood from his lip with her thumb, and kissed him gently. As she withdrew her lips from his, a single tear fell from her eye and splashed onto Harry's cheek, leaving a clean strip on his sullied face. "Harry, you saved me, us, you did it."
Again Harry forced a smile, this time with much more difficulty. His breathing had become shallower, more labored. "I—I—couldn't have done… without… you…"
And with another cough, blood specks flew from his mouth, splattering Hermione's face, and his grip loosened on her hand. He was dead.
Hermione stared at his unfocused emerald green eyes, for what seemed to her ages, and finally found her voice and whispered, "I love you."
Then she reached over him, took his glasses from his face, and closed his eyes with her fingertips. As she replaced the broken glasses on Harry's face, she noticed his wand, tucked safely in his belt, and took it in her hand. She had to have something to remember him by, to remember what sacrifices it took to rid the world of the darkest wizard that ever lived, and coincidently of the greatest one as well.
Without another glance at her fallen friend, Hermione stood, gripped her own wand tightly in her hand and shot a killing curse into the crowd before her. The curse hit a tall black clad Death Eaters square in the back, and he fell forward into the high grass and out of sight.
Running back into the fray, Hermione passed friends and enemies alike, taking no notice to any of them; she knew who she was seeking out. She was on a mission, she had to find the last remaining Malfoy, the last wizard alive with a high magnitude of influence, and she had to kill him. She would not let any more lives be destroyed by power.
A/N: So let me know what you think so far. I know it's a short chapter, but I've been flirting with ideas for this one for sometime. Could turn out to be a pretty good story, it's up to you. -Sway