"Harry" Hermione grabs Harrys arm.
"Stay away from her." Harry says.
"Let go of my daugther now." Voldemort ordered.
"She doesn't want to be your daugther."
"Well, she will just have to deal with me."
"Let her make her own decision."
"Wise one, are you now."
A burning pain came to Harry. All he could do was scream...and scream....
"Stop!" Hermione grabbed Voldemort.
Harry looked up. The last thing he saw was green light.
"NO!....HARRY!"
"Lets go now." Voldemort ordered to his Death Eaters.
"Your not going anywhere with Hermione."
"Sirius....I thought you were still a murder."
"I never was one."
"You can't do nothing old man."
As Voldemort was talking to Sirius. Hermione reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wand and shot a curse at Voldemort. Everything happened so fast. Hermione got down to Harry.
"Harry."
He didn't move or say anything.
"Ha..rry"
She looked into he's eyes and then whispered to him.
"I told you..... I love you...I meant it all....I have to leave with you.."
She took out the pocket knife Sirius had gave her.
"Good bye."
"Hermione."
That was the last she heard.
A funeral took place a week after there deaths. Ron couldn't believe that Harry was gone. Most of all he didn't understand why Hermione killed herself. It was like Ron was dreaming all of this.
"We all heard of a terrible lost .There is one more that was killed that night Mrs. Granger. She didn't get killed by Voldemort. She killed herself. The lost of these two, we all feel at this time. Both loved each other and would die for is more to the story that mets the eye. That is to stay between the Minstry and I. Now let us bow are heads and pray." Dumbledore said.
After the funeral. Ron went out to the grave marks made for Hermione and Harry.
"I know your alive out there. They haven't gotten your bodys.I have a feeling you two are still out there and I'm not going to stop, I'm going to I find you. I promise."
He loved me.
He broke up to protect me.
He died because of me.
Because of Him. Voldemort.
That's why I had to go with him.
Why?
I was dieing any way.
You had me.....
You had me.....
Ron woke up. He had a dream of Hermione talking to him. He went day after day looking for answers, they couldn't be gone. He searched week after week but had no luck. He took a desk one day and wrote a letter and put it next to the moral.
"I'm sorry....I tired."
The Letter
Harry and Hermione,
I don't know if you alive or not but I will try as hard as I can to find you or at least your bodys. Hermione if your here reading this. I'm sorry. You are the luckiest person for Harry. I'm sorry to you as well Harry. I should of been there for you.I'm going to find you or set you spirit free.
Ron
Ron never did sleep. Nethier did some other people.
To be continued on the new story........
It is not Your Going To Be The One That Saves Me!