Disclaimer. As usual I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, things, or animals, that are mentioned in the Harry Potter books.
You betrayed my trust
The weather was cold and the rain had been falling for days, or at least that was how it seemed to Harry James Potter as he silently entered the tent that he and his two best friends were using. Angrily Harry rubbed away the single tear that was running slowly down his cheek and then he sniffed, after removing his invisibility cloak he stiffened his back and made his decision.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, the two that were accompanying Harry on a quest to destroy a dark wizard entered the tent some minutes after to find Harry putting the final touches to filling his backpack. Everything he owned in the world was packed into the canvas bag that was bigger on the inside than on the outside. Harry looked up at the two as they entered the tent, without a single word he lifted his pack and swung it over one shoulder as if it weighed nothing. Shrugging to settle the pack a little Harry stepped around the table he had used to pack on and walked toward the entrance.
Ron was the first to speak, "Where you going mate?" he asked a puzzled look on his face.
Harry stepped past them both and ignored Ron's question as Hermione caught hold of his arm. "Harry, what's happening where are you going?" she asked quietly.
Harry stopped and looked at her; the pain in his eyes was obvious to her though she had no idea what had caused such a deep look of hurt. "Well it's quite obvious that you don't want to be here, or at least you don't want to be with me, and I can't stay with two traitors and pretend that everything is fine. I'm leaving, that means you two can stop all your whispering behind my back. Whispering I might add that I have listened in on quite a few times, seems you were both to stupid to remember my dad's cloak." He told her in a cold voice.
Hermione's hand snapped up to cover her mouth as a gasp found its way out of her. "You… you heard… oh Harry…"
Harry looked at her with contempt "Don't give me your oh Harry pity shit Granger, I'm giving you the chance to shag that heap of crap with no one to disturb you, but why the hell you should want that git who hates you I will never understand. Oh yeah you should know, the bastard tells the guys in the dorm how he still hates the know it all when he thinks I'm not around. He sits around and laughs at you with them for putting up with all the insults and shit he gives you. That's your choice of partner; hope you are happy when he finally reaches the stage of beating the shit out of you, just like all bigoted bullies do eventually."
Ron had just opened his mouth to yell something when Harry spoke again, "Open your mouth, breath just one bloody word Weasley and you will be waiting for Voldemort when he arrives in hell. I am not some dumb bitch who you can con with your disgusting twelve ways into a witches knickers book so don't push it or I'll friggin bury you right where you stand." He then moved for the door.
Hermione had made a decision before Harry had taken his second step. She pulled her wand so fast that Ron standing right next to her never even saw her move. A spell that was the precursor to the imobilus charm hit Harry in the back. It did not freeze him like the imobilus but it did slow his movement so that it was only just visible to the eye. Nodding in satisfaction that Harry would not be leaving quite as soon as he thought she turned her attention to Ron, her wand was pointing at Ron and as he glanced at it he could see that her hand was as steady as a rock.
"Ron, what Harry said, is it true?" she asked whilst watching his eyes. She knew the truth before he even started to think up his next lie.
"Ronald Weasley you are a liar. If you don't even like me why the hell did you keep getting jealous?" she asked anger echoing in every word.
Ron swallowed hard before answering "Well you are my ticket to passing my exams and getting a decent job, no one has the right to take that from me, least of all that bastard just because he is rich and famous. Besides its well known you muggle born's are easy, always handy for a quick shag or two," Came from his mouth before he could get his brain in gear to stop it.
The slap that hit Ron echoed around the tent like a clap of thunder, when he raised his hand as if to hit her back Hermione hit him with a stunning spell, simply shrugging when he fell to the floor. She turned then and looked at Harry. Harry was a man she actually knew loved her, she had been scared of letting her self love him back though and she had had a set speech to turn him down already made up for the time when he would finally admit it to her. That speech was no longer needed, she admitted to herself that she still loved him and no amount of logic would change that. Though she did feel ashamed for joining in with Ron in talking badly about Harry when they thought he could not hear, she also felt stupid for falling for Ron's rubbish and the book all witches were warned about during their second year at Hogwarts.
Waving her wand at Harry she levitated him out of the tent and with another few quick flicks of her wand she had the entire camp packed away in her amazing little bag. She vanished Ron's clothes and boots out of spite and for a little revenge then caught hold of the still hardly moving Harry and apparated them straight to her bedroom in her parental home. Tears filled her eyes as she looked around at her childhood bedroom and remembered sending her parents away to Australia.
After giving her self a minute or so to pull her self together and to prepare for the explosion of Harry Potters temper. She cast the counter curse to the imobilus charm and watched as the look of shock came across Harry's face. His look when he realised what had happened made her heart feel as though it was sinking. Not saying a word he just looked at her with a cold stare and an unasked question in his cold emotionless eyes.
"Harry I'm so sorry, so very sorry," was all she could say.
"Rather late for that Granger. You betrayed my trust; you are just like those bastards at the prophet. I heard what you were saying, what you were talking about with the dickhead. Well I've had enough, I'm done. This ruddy world can go and screw itself for all I care. There's not a single person in this world who gives a bloody damn about me, so now I'm repaying you all by not giving a toss about any of you." Harry said looking coldly at her.
It scared her by how cold and distant he sounded. The once full of love and caring giving boy seemed to have been replaced with a young man with nothing left, no more to give. One who had been pushed to far and it had been his two supposed best friends who had done the final pushing.
"Harry please talk to me, tell me what to do to make it right," she pleaded knowing he was about to walk away from everything they had been fighting for, every thing they knew.
"You want to know what will make it right?... Nothing will ever make it right… you're not my Hermione who could make everything right with a simple smile or a hug, My Hermione died sometime that summer before sixth year. My Hermione, the girl I loved so much was replaced with some shallow, nasty bitch who I don't really know. You can't turn back time to change things this time. I don't think I even want to know you anymore, so you can't put things right." He answered. "I just miss my Hermione… but she died all those months ago, she is dead and gone for all time."
Hermione sat looking in shock as she began to understand just how much he had depended on her for friendship love and support. As she watched she saw his last bit of his inner strength seemed to leave him and he started to cry silently. Before she could think of what to do Harry angrily wiped at his eyes with his sleeve to remove the escaped tears and took a deep breath. Without saying another world he moved from in front of the bed and walked out of the door, he didn't take time to glance back to see Hermione crying.
Seconds after Harry left the room Hermione shook her self and then ran after him, calling out his name as she raced toward the stairs. He had just reached the bottom of the stairs when he heard her shout. "Don't leave me Harry, please don't leave me. I love you Harry… I'm in love with you Harry James Potter."
Harry stopped and his head turned slowly to look up at her. She could see the shock on his face, his mouth was hanging open and tears began to fill his eyes again. Hermione had never moved as fast before as she raced down the stairs and flung her self at him and wrapped her arms around him.
It took a minute for her to realise he was not returning her hug, then slowly he pushed her away from him saying "You betrayed my trust," and then turning around he walked out of the house without looking back. It was the last time she saw Harry Potter as he stepped out into the rain and then vanished.
Six months later. She was at Hogwarts school helping to fight the purebloods on the day that the head of Voldemort along with several ruined trinkets arrived in the great hall. The sight of their now dead leaders head falling from the box that headmaster Snape had opened, disheartened and dismayed those who supported him while giving a morale boost to those who fought and opposed him. From that moment on the fight was all but over as the shocked purebloods and bigots were almost all wiped out.
There was no name or note to let anyone know who had sent the box that contained such a gruesome object, but everyone knew it was Harry James Potter. Hero of the Wizarding world, the one they all swore they knew was the only one good enough or powerful enough or brave enough to beat the so called greatest dark lord ever. The boy they all swore they had always supported and believed in.
All but one that is, Hermione Jane Granger remembered how everyone had treated the young man who had saved them, he was like dirt beneath their feet. She was never able to forgive her self or Ron Weasley for joining everyone else in betraying Harry, thereby destroying the first and only true friendship she had ever had, the first real love she had ever had. The British magical society lost an amazing member the day Harry Potter could face no more betrayal and no one knew that better than she did. The man she loved was gone for good and he had never said goodbye.
….. The End.
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