Up There
"He's gone, he's really gone" Harry was astonished at the though or statement he just said. He had fought for days, with no hope of actually succeeding. But there he is, Voldemort lying cold and lifeless just inches from his own two feet.
As he started to move something grabbed him by the leg. He shifted his head to see his true terror grasp his leg with a death grip. Voldemort had an evil smirk on his face, before Harry could get away from him pain struck. It felt like his entire body was on fire, he scar burning like Hell. He screamed in pain, loud enough to be heard by the others.
Voldemort finally loosened his grip and let go of Harry. Harry felt like his Heart, no his Soul was ripped in half. He dropped to the floor with blood coming out of his Scar. The loss of blood made Harry go weak.
Hermione and Ron ran to his aid, Ron did his best to hide his tears. Hermione didn't held back she let out buckets of tears, "It can't end like this" Hermione let out through her tears. Harry who still had a little left inside him spoke, "Hermione…" with this she sat next to him.
" Please, don't cry for me" Hermione began to sob harder, "But… Harry". "I have something to tell you Hermione… Something I should have told you long ago". After that Harry struggled to say his last words, "I…. Love…" that was it Harry James Potter is dead and so is Voldemort.
Hermione let out all the tears on Harry's Chest, her soul mate's chest. The memories of past years made her sob harder. The others were ready to leave, so Ron motioned for Hermione but she stood up by herself, looking at Harry.
"Up There" was the two words that she spoke; Ron hesitated but left them both alone.