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Tom had been right. He always was.

For a couple of weeks Harry and I had stayed home, Grimmauld Place was the only home we had left in the entire world. Hogwarts had been closed down after a colossal fight. The ministry wouldn't risk the few young survivors to continue their studies in an unsafe place. Officially Hogwarts was deserted. Harry suspected otherwise, rumor had it that Voldemort had established his lair there. No one tried to find out if this was true, fear had taken hold of the Wizarding community.

Harry explained that this fear had spread little by little, every single one of the Order's members had been murdered with excessive sadism and brutality. Dark had been those days. The last meetings of the Order had been more and more desperate. The people who stood up for good had considered crossing the narrow line between good and evil.

"It's funny, how even in your absence you were the voice of reason. In your memory's name we swore never to pay the enemy with the same cruelty they killed us. We all agreed that if we were to go down, we would do it standing up for all that was good."

"It sounds like you had lost hope."

Mocking laughter broke free from Harry's narrow lips. "Hermione, you have no idea. Hope?"

Standing up he threw his cup of tea against the wall, where it shattered.

"Hope! Hope was a word which embittered our mouths. Hope deserted us, when you left us. Those two years were hell, Hermione. You have no idea, after Ron lost his sanity, Voldemort came looking for him. They were on a mission trying to save Charlie from Bellatrix's residence. He strolled into the room they were fighting her, and he asked Ron to duel him. If Ron won he gave him his word he would let all three of them out. Ron never stood a chance. It's ironic how when his sanity deserted him he gained incredible power. He was the best firepower the order had. He just needed someone to give him precise instructions and missions would be safe in his hands. Charlie later told us that as Voldemort challenged Ron, he showed him an image as if through a mirror of you sleeping peacefully. That image made him regain his sanity for the few precious minutes the duel lasted. He died with your name in his lips Hermione."

I hated myself for not crying, all my tears had been spent inside that book.

With a trembling voice I dared to ask, "What of Charlie and the other agent?"

"Tonks' body was never found, she was last seen being carried inside a bloodied sac by Knot. Charlie was released to bring us the message. He had been cursed to die a hideous death. I was present when his skin started decaying layer by layer. The worst part was he was very much aware of what was happening. Worse than the smell, were his desperate cries for us to give him a quick death. We did everything we could, but it was not enough. It would've been better if we had listened to his pleas.

After that they all fell one by one, each death more gruesome than the last one. I was trapped here by Snape. Only a few of our side still remained alive. He bade me wait here for your return. I don't know how he knew you were alive, we had all abandoned hope of that long ago. There were so many bodies of people on our side which were never found. I ought to give it to Snape, he is a great deceiver he got me to drink a sleeping potion promising me it was a tracking potion which would lead me straight to Voldemort. I no longer cared about my life. I wanted to end it all. I would face him and be done with it. For three months I slept. When I finally woke, I couldn't leave the house, and then you came."

This news filled me with an immense despair, Harry and I were the last ones left. It was impossible. I was madness. It was all the work of the monster I loved.

I hugged Harry, he let himself be hugged more for my sake than for his own.

I made another cup of tea and told him everything down to the last dot. He didn't scream or yell he just looked into my eyes and said, "Hermione, I won't, I can't judge you. You are the last thing I've got left on this earth. You love him, and I hate him all the more for that. I resent it. But I need you too much. I never told anyone, but Ginny performed the Cruccio on Malfoy Senior. She had him in a room for a whole week, when I found her my heart broke. She was relishing his pain. I lost my Ginny long before she died."

"I'm sorry Harry. What are we to do now?"

He stood and looked into the window. It was raining. "Hermione right now I don't think I can continue doing this," he said with his back to me.

I stood and put my hand in his shoulder. No words were needed.

He grabbed my hand, and turned slowly. He closed little by little the space that separated us. He kissed me, and I let him. This wasn't about romantic love this was about two desperate souls who needed a lifeline.

"Harry, I don't love you this way."

"Shh, I know Hermione. I know. You are in love with him. If you could let him kiss you can you not allow your best friend the same courtesy? I'm not asking you to love me, I'm asking you to help me feel alive once more. Be my reason to keep going."

It was foul of him to do this to me. Perhaps I had also lost Harry. Looking into his eyes I realized my best friend was still in there. He was simply beyond desperate.

"I'll always be here for you Harry. Always."

He gave me a small kiss. "Good. Would you leave the country with me? Let us go gather our strength, learn all we can and come back and finish him. If we do anything else right now, it would be suicide. I hate to do this, but since you came back I've been looking for options and this is the only plausible solution I see."

I got out of his hold. I didn't want him to see me blushing. "I know where we can go. Let's go."

"Now?" He asked with a trace of happiness in his voice.

"Yes, now!"

Harry and I spent a couple of months in France where we learnt how to handle the elements. Then we retreated to the Greek Islands where we visited The Magical Library of Alexandria.

I loved spending my afternoons with Harry, afternoons when we would look at the Sunset in the beach. We healed, both of us. We developed a relationship much more solid and mature than what either of us had had before. We tested each other, dueled each other to the brink of death. Always learning, always improving.

I had always fancied Harry. He was all I ever dreamed and more, but he was never him. I was happy, but my happiest memories were shared with a grey eyed boy.

One Sunday morning, I was having scones with tea, while Harry went for a lesson in wandless magic somewhere in Norway. We took turns. Our magical energy was like finger prints, unique and easy to identify, so we never travelled together. The one that stayed being hid the other's energy which was much more detectable when moving. The one who stayed was always the safer one.

I grabbed a bowl filled it with sea water and looked inside. Things were horrible back home. Images of the Deathmark in the sky, and Death eaters everywhere. Voldemort was sure to overturn the ministry any day now.

He was so evil, I had been a fool. I still was. A tear fell to my cheek.

That's when I discovered, Tom had been right. He always was.

A pale hand passed me a napkin.

"Could I have the check please?"

"No need for that Madam. The man sitting in that table has already paid the bill," the waiter said pointing somewhere to my right.

I didn't need to look. I knew he was there.

My treacherous heart started hammering, not out of fear. I casted my patronus. One good thing about having breakfast at a wizarding place.

"Harry, don't come back he's found us. Hide, I'll come back to you, I swear."

Calmly I took my purse and walked toward his table.

"Hello, Tom, fancy seeing you here," I said, while I sat infront of him.