Hermione sat in silence underneath the tree in the Forest of Dean, reliving the events of what took place in Godric's Hollow the previous evening. They almost died, Nagini nearly killed them just as she killed Bathilda Bagshot months ago. Hermione's heart was still racing, the events of the war taking a toll on her. She obliviated her parent's memories, lost her family home, and is now being hunted down by Snatchers and Death Eaters.

After enough time passed Harry made his way from the tent, still a bit sore from the battle against Nagini. He was on high alert, searching the forest for any sign of his best friend. Finally, he saw her sitting alone completely lost in her thoughts.

"Hey, 'Mione." Her head shot up, a look of serenity sprawled across her face at the sight of Harry.

"Hey you," She acknowledged. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit sore, but lucky to be alive." He told her, giving her a faint smile. "How long was I out for?"

Hermione shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. "Hermione, how long was I out for?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"About five days." she mumbled under her breath.

"Sorry, come again?" Hermione sighed, her eyes meeting his gaze. "About five days."

Harry's eyes widened. "Five days? Hermione why didn't you wake me? What if something would have happened to you while I was conked out?"

"But nothing did Harry! Trust me I made sure to secure the perimeter and not go out of bounds. Plus, you needed to regain your strength after the hell you endured." Harry shook his head, knowing deep down that she was right; without rest he would have been dead weight and quite possibly could have gotten them killed. Hermione tore her gaze from him and let her mind wander once more.

Harry studied her facial features, couldn't help but wanting to know what was going on inside that miraculous brain of hers. "Penny for your thoughts?" He asked her, breaking her out of her thoughts once again.

"We've been doing this all on our own, not needing anyone to help us on this hunt. And I can't help but just want to lay here in this forest and forget it all, leave everything in the past. Could you do it Harry? Could you lay with me and forget the world?" She asked him, her chocolate eyes eager to find peace again.

Harry looked at her, sadness overcoming him. Everything was his fault; their whole reasoning for being on this journey was because of him. "I-I don't know Hermione. You know me, I've never been one to say how I feel." Hermione chuckled softly.

"I know.. It's just I want to forget everything we've ever been told, before we're too old to move around by ourselves and live a life that bursting with happiness, not war and destruction. I want to waste whatever time we have left in this world chasing the truly important things in life. But I don't want to do it alone, Harry." She sobbed quietly, tears running down her cheek. "I need your grace, to remind me how to find my path in this world." Harry stood up from his spot on the cold floor, and sat next to his best friend. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her body closer to him.

"Shh..'Mione. It's going to be okay I promise." He rubbed small circles in the middle of her back as she wept onto his shirt. He placed his head atop hers and spoke softly, " All that I am, everything I have become is because of the person you've helped me become." Upon hearing those words come from his mouth, Hermione lifted her head from his shoulder and gazed into his emerald eyes. "Just by looking into your eyes, I can see who I'm meant to be. I know that this life is hell, and when Voldemort is defeated once and for all you and I can pack out bags and find peace with each other. But we owe it to everyone that's good and innocent in this world to put an end to this madness."

Hermione nodded her head in agreement as Harry placed a tender kiss on her forehead; Signaling that he vowed to keep the promise he made. For when this war was truly over, he'd lie with her and forget everything, to start a new life.