Regrettably I don't own Harry Potter or any the characters involved, as much as I wish I did.
This is my first ever Fanfiction, which means I'm literally writing the next chapter then posting so please understand it might be slow at times. Please review and be honest in those reviews if it isn't any good let me know, so I can improve. Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoy.
I awoke. Light flooding my eyes. Whiteness all around. 'Heaven?' was the first thought that came into my head. 'Is this the end... am I dead...' I tried to move. When my arms were held tightly. "Don't move sweetie, your injured, Arthur come quick she's awake." Molly's voice, I could hear faintly somewhere to the left. That's when the pain kicked in. Realisation hit. My head felt like a ton of bricks had fallen on it. Sharp stabbing pains in my leg, the other I couldn't feel at all. I gasped as I looked down at my body. Cuts, bruises, scars and bandages everywhere. The words 'fragile doll' sprung to mind, 'maybe Ron was right'. As Arthur came running into the room followed closely by Ginny, eyes red and puffy from obvious crying the memories instantly came flashing back before my eyes.
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Green flash after flash as someone, friend or foe, in the mayhem fell in battle. Tears were streaming down my face as I searched endlessly for Harry or Ron. Blindly I fell into the gaze of Voldemort. "His little Mudblood friend, time to die." Uselessly I held up my wand before me, "do your worst" I said as bravely as I could muster.
"Avada Kedavra" a shadow loomed over me in the green light. I was pushed backwards as a body landed on me, my head smashed down upon the stone floor with a resounding crack. Red hair blurry in my vision before darkness consumed me.
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I knew at that moment Ron had saved me, but I asked wanting to hear someone to tell me he was all right, I lay there hoping he was alive, but deep down, I felt hollow, empty. "Ron? Harry?" I asked quietly looking at Arthur for my much needed answer. A slow tear trickled down my cheek unable to respond. "No, they're dead." He stated, his voice cracking on that very real, very unwanted last word. "I'm sorry... it's my entire fault... they're dead... all my fault... I killed them... both of them...my fault."
"No, don't say that, never say that, it was not, could not have been your fault, not even in the slightest." Molly snapped squeezing my hand in reassurance. Ginny stepped forward and took my other hand, "you are just being silly". More tears streamed down my face, I couldn't stop crying it was like my flood gates opened and stuck, never to close again. Arthur and my eyes met, and he understood what I was going through, even though he was trying to be the tough guy, and keep everyone intact he knew the one thing I needed. Time alone to think.
"Come Molly, Ginny let's leave Hermione to sleep, she's been through quite an ordeal and has woken to the worst unthinkable news imaginable" he put an arm around each woman making it easier to lead them out of the door. Just before they left Arthur looked at me and nodded once as an unspoken thank you passed between us.
I held myself together until their footsteps no longer lingered the outside hall, before I broke into what could be described as a thousand different pieces. I cried the hardest I ever have, even up until today, but what made me cry even more was the fact I realised that there was no warm embrace and Rons so familiar soothing scent to calm me, I was all alone.
After about what seemed an eternity, I found myself to be singing mine and Ron's song. The one of which he sang to me when he returned to the search with me and Harry for the horuxes.
"Another day
Without your smile
Another day just passes by
But now I know
How much it means
For you to stay
Right here with me
The time we spent apart will make our love grow stronger
But it hurts so bad I can't take it any longer
I wanna grow old with you
I wanna die lying in your arms
I wanna grow old with you
I wanna be looking in your eyes
I wanna be there for you
Sharing in everything you do
I wanna grow old with you
A thousand miles between us now
It causes me to wonder how
Our love tonight remains so strong
It makes our risk right all along
The time we spent apart will make our love grow stronger
But it hurts so bad I can't take it any longer
I wanna grow old with you
I wanna die lying in your arms
I wanna grow old with you
I wanna be looking in your eyes
I wanna be there for you
Sharing in everything you do
I wanna grow old with you."
The creak of the door immediately silenced me. I looked up into the grey eyes, of someone who, not only I personally but the whole entire Wizarding World thought would be the last person in the universe to come and visit me in hospital. I didn't speak, I just closed my eyes and held my head up high and waited for the spell to come and end my life. 'Who else would be the perfect person to carry on Voldemorts plans than the one and only Draco Malfoy' I thought. After about ten minutes I looked at him, "please just make it quick and painless."
Laughter. He just stood there, watching me laughing. "I'm not here to kill you, why would I? I carried your unconscious body out of there and brought you here... why would I kill you afterwards?" I sat up straight ignoring my body's painful protest. "You were there, you saw..." I was unable to finish my sentence. Fortunately Draco noticed this and carried on when I couldn't. "Yes, I saw their deaths. But, Granger let me tell you now, they both died with dignity, bravey and saving someone else's lives. The both died as heroes to a cause effectively saving the entire world, muggle and wizards alike. They died for what they believed in, and nothing can change that."
Even after all Draco had said I was certain, and stammered in a barely audible whisper, "it's still my fault."