A/N: Chapter Two

Summery: Hermione Granger: 16 is a Jewish girl in Holland. Her mother and Father were stolen from her home while she was out and loaded onto a train to Auschwitz, a German concentration camp. While they are gone Hermione is being looked after by her best friend Harry Potter. Almost 4 months after the departure of her parents the rest of the Jewish Community, including herself, are split up between 4 different concentration camps. There, Hermione meets her second love... a certain soldier... Draco Malfoy...
Chapter 2 of Hope had No Tears: Tears

I grasped Harry's hand praying that I would not have to let go. As we neared the lines unto where we would be divided he looked at me with a look I'll never forget in my life and beyond. Worry contorted his perfect features and I didn't even have to guess why, we had to separate.

He bit his lip and looked over at the lines once more his face suddenly set into a look of pure determination.

The lady in front of us turned to the right and walked, as in a funeral march, to the growing line that I was destined to join. Destiny... Destiny... who was the controller of such things? God. God controlled our destiny. If he did then why wasn't he here!? Why wasn't he saving all of us and if not all, then why not save at least the children? They had their whole lives ahead of them. Why should they end here, entrapped in the hands of these German devils? I was angry with God. How could he be so cruel? How could he take the lives he created and end them so suddenly without a proper reason or excuse? These souls he was destroying were the ones that devotedly served him!

A soldier shoved me towards the right line and I turned to Harry in despair. He mouthed the words "I promised" and was shoved toward his line. He walked slowly, and deliberately, as if waiting for a precise moment. My heart broke with each slow step he took.

"Hurry along!" a soldiers voice rang in my ear, I didn't move. He grunted and shoved me roughly. I fell to the ground my knees scraping the hard concrete and gravel mix below me. The skin on my hands and my knees broke and began to bleed profusely. I stared at the blood. Then I looked up and saw movement in the direction Harry had been which was followed by angry shouts and gunshots.

My eyes widened as I saw a figure I knew too well crumble "HARRY!" my voice quavered as I screamed. He was not but a few feet from me so I lunged to his side in a matter of mille-seconds, his body was not yet completely limp, yet. His eyes, in which laid my whole world, bore into my own, glistening with a combination of pain, sadness, and love.

"Herm-Hermione.." his voice whispered into my ear. My eyes clouded. He was dying. Harry was dying. MY Harry was dying. 'NO! NOOO!' My mind silently echoed a tormented cry. My heartache was too emotional to be voiced. Never would I release such an emotion-filled scream into this empty place.

"Hermione...love...Herm...you..." he was fading quickly. I looked at his body and saw the two bullet holes. One went through his leg and the other through the vicinity of his chest. The pain he must be feeling made my heart tug. If only I could relieve him of his pain. Let him rest in peace. That's all I wished for at the moment.

Closing my eyes I leaned my head in towards his ear and whispered, "It is ok Harry, sleep now. You kept your promise"

Soldiers were heading our direction. They were going to take him from me. No, that wasn't right, death was taking Harry from me. Those soldeirs were only going to take his last precious moments of life.

"Hermione...love...re-remember...hope...love.."

Hope. There was no hope for him. He was lost to the greedy hands of death and no matter how much I hoped and prayed I couldn't bargain that for his soul. "Harry...brother" I was cut off.

"NO!" he croaked, "Not brother... Hermione... understand...my love?" My heart pace quickened. Not brother? But he said he loved me. Realization dawned on me and I lost myself in his half-empty emeralds, a small smile on his face as I nodded in understanding about to say aloud what I felt when what little light had been left in his eyes quickly went out.

The soldiers jerked him out of my arms at the exact same moment; they took his body and dragged it away. They dragged my beloved Harry's body. I was tossed like a doll back in line, my hands and knees still bleeding. On my clothes remained the blood of my first love, my lost love, my Harry. If I ever loved again, would it be the same? I found myself asking. Memories flashed by me. Memories of him...

FLASHBACK

A little boy sat regally on top of a rock. His messed up hair was even messier as it was tasseled by the wind. He had mud all over his face and clothes, accompanied by a lop-sided grin. In his hand laid the weapon of his choice, which would soon launch a war. It rushed into the air perfectly spinning and splattering right on top of a certain bushy brown haired girl who had been diligently reading a rather large and small printed book.

His laughter filled the air as she sprang to her feet in despair and surprise.

"HARRY POTTER I WILL KILL YOU!" The girl charged at the 'innocent' looking boy and knocked the boy off his throne, both falling into an even larger puddle of goo.

Laughter ensued the small children's games...

END FLASHBACK!

Her eyes focused back on his body as she saw it being tossed over a tall fence, the same fence that opened to where the children were headed. That's Strange, I thought. Why make the children see a dead body? I shook my head not wanting to know the answer.

I remembered what he had said. He loved me? Closing my eyes I saw that it was true. How had I missed the loving glances? Even on the train the hurt look that had crossed his face that he had skillfully hid, but not soon enough, when I had called him brother. How could I be so naïve? How hadn't I noticed? I knew my mistake would haunt me for the rest of my life.

He was dead. His emerald eyes would never show my reflection again. A small bit of hope entered my head then, or perhaps they will hold my reflection forever? He had seen me; I was the last thing his glorious eyes had seen. How long will those eyes haunt me? I couldn't stand the thought. An image of him holding me in his arms while the Nazis came entered my head. He had acted so intimate while I had been immature.

I lifted my head up to the skies hoping to possibly catch a glimpse of an angel. Instead I saw stormy and unrelenting clouds. He was on his way up to heaven. Once he reached there I knew the sun would shine, if just for a short time. Perhaps, for once, the sun might shine emerald green?

I moved forward in line. Harry was gone.

A bleak future awaited me, one that I couldn't even fathom. As I inched closer and closer to the lines of destination, thoughts of the past haunted me, and fears of the future consumed me.

Even with that knowledge, one thing that I did not do was what Harry had asked me not to. I didn't cry.

Nothing I did would bring Harry back. Not even tears.

A/N: Finite Chapter Two