Because I Love You
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Spoilers: PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
Summary: After their 7th year at Hogwarts, Hermione leaves the Magical World. Harry, who is still grieving over Ron's death, tries to find her. The question is, will she let him?
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Chapter One
The pavement of the street was covered in yellow leaves which had fallen from the nearby trees. Students hurrying to class or going to the tea shop to meet their friends rushed pass. Among them was a girl with bushy brown hair up to her waist, which she had braided into one single braid. She hurried into the massive building for her first class.
She arrived late at the lecture hall. As she sank into a nearby seat, everyone was staring at her. The skinny balding professor in the front of the room peered at her from behind his glasses. He looked down at his attendance sheet.
"And you must be Miss Hermione Granger, I presume?" He said.
Hermione nodded. "Y-yes sir. Sorry I'm late, I got l-lost..."
A few people sniggered. Hermione hid her blush by quickly ducking behind her book bag, pretending to look for something.
'First day, and I'm already making myself look like an idiot.' She thought bitterly to herself.
The professor had already started droning, and the students around her were scribbling furiously at their papers.
Hermione's cheeks turned red again, as she realized what she had forgotten; paper and pen. She reached into her book bag and found parchment, a quill, and an inkbottle. She didn't dare take it out.
But as she sat, her heart sank. This two-hour class was one of her Majors, and if she blew it merely by not taking notes, she would never forgive herself. She slowly reached into her book bag and took out her supplies.
As she twisted the inkbottle open, students began to look at her again. One girl laughed quite loudly, her ringing tone echoing across the lecture hall. Even the professor looked up.
"Miss, next time I suggest you keep it simple. Although this is a history class, it does not mean you actually have to act as though you just arrived from the Middle Ages." As the professor said this, more people laughed.
Hermione sank low into her chair, and prayed that this class would be over as soon as possible.
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Harry Potter laid on the bright orange bed. He was staring up at the bright orange ceiling, and around him on the bright orange walls were bright orange posters of his best friend's favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Canons.
He laid their quite still, listening to his own heartbeat. Mrs. Weasley had told him to clear out the room, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was too painful.
But it had been two months already since Ron Weasley's death, and he still could not believe it. It could not be his Ron, not his best friend. Not the redheaded, freckle-faced Ron, who he used to laugh with, and go on adventures with.
As Harry thought of this, he knew he could no longer deny it. Two months ago in June, in his last year at Hogwarts, Harry came face to face with Voldemort, who was stronger than ever. It was the night after Albus Dumbledore had been killed, and Hogwarts was in a state in which no one could control.
Students in the castle ran mad. Those who had broomsticks had jumped on them and immediately returned home. The news that their Headmaster was no longer with them, was no longer there to protect them, came as a great sinking feeling. Hogwarts could stand no chance against the Dark Lord with Albus Dumbledore completely diminished.
That night, the new appointed Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, had told all the students to pack, and that the Hogwarts Express was waiting for them and they were to immediately go home. But it was already too late.
Voldemort and his Death Eaters were already waiting for them. The Dark Lord had come for Harry.
The people who had survived will never be able to retell as to exactly how Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord. In the confusion and havoc of everything, all anyone could see was a gigantic blinding light, and then, suddenly an explosion, and all was silent. Voldemort was gone, and the Death Eaters disappeared, never to be found.
People had cried that night, all out of overjoyed, but some out of grief. Many loved ones had been taken that night, and Harry cursed himself and had gone through extreme pain as he remembered seeing Ron's body on the ground.
Harry himself at that time, was in a state of overdrive. It seemed as if his entire body was bleeding, as there was blood everywhere, even the old scar on his forehead, which looked hot red. He stood there, hearing everyone cheered, and Hermione came running towards him. But she too, saw Ron. And he remembered that she had let out a hoarse scream, and immediately ran towards the body. There, she fell upon her knees, shaking him.
Harry had slowly walked towards them, thinking that maybe all this was a dream. When he got to where Hermione was, he knelt down next to her. There was a thin line of blood trickling out from Ron's mouth. He didn't move as Harry prodded him.
"Ron... wake up." Harry whispered.
Hermione was sobbing, her hands clutching Ron's bloody robes.
Maybe it was a joke, Harry had thought. Ron had always been such a joker. But it was no longer funny. Why wasn't he waking up?
Harry in Ron's bedroom rolled over in the bed. He should stop replaying that night in his head. But he couldn't help it. It came to him in his dreams at night, and in his mind during the day.
What was worse was that, that night he lost one of his best friends, but he didn't know that he would be losing the other one soon enough.
Hermione had told him after Ron's funeral that she no longer wanted to be a witch.
"I loved it, but it's not worth it. Not anymore." She said.
"Hermione, Voldemort is gone... it's okay now." Harry replied.
She looked at him, anger in her eyes. "No Harry, it's not okay. Ron's gone. Stop thinking it's a joke, and that he's going to come back one day and shout 'Gotcha!' in your face, because he's not! He's gone!"
Harry stood in shock at her outburst. She had never talked about this subject so openly before.
She calmed herself down. "I-I'm sorry. It's just, I hate this. I hate all of this. And I'm going to leave it. I don't want it anymore."
She had given him and hug, and then said, "Goodbye Harry. I love you."
Harry was surprised that she had sounded as if she would never see him again. Little did he know at that time, that he never -would- see her again after that day, at least not for a long while.
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A/N: This was just an idea I had for a long time. This first chapter is short, but it's only the introduction. I don't actually have the entire thing planned out, but if enough people like it, I'll continue. Comments appreciated!
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Spoilers: PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
Summary: After their 7th year at Hogwarts, Hermione leaves the Magical World. Harry, who is still grieving over Ron's death, tries to find her. The question is, will she let him?
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Chapter One
The pavement of the street was covered in yellow leaves which had fallen from the nearby trees. Students hurrying to class or going to the tea shop to meet their friends rushed pass. Among them was a girl with bushy brown hair up to her waist, which she had braided into one single braid. She hurried into the massive building for her first class.
She arrived late at the lecture hall. As she sank into a nearby seat, everyone was staring at her. The skinny balding professor in the front of the room peered at her from behind his glasses. He looked down at his attendance sheet.
"And you must be Miss Hermione Granger, I presume?" He said.
Hermione nodded. "Y-yes sir. Sorry I'm late, I got l-lost..."
A few people sniggered. Hermione hid her blush by quickly ducking behind her book bag, pretending to look for something.
'First day, and I'm already making myself look like an idiot.' She thought bitterly to herself.
The professor had already started droning, and the students around her were scribbling furiously at their papers.
Hermione's cheeks turned red again, as she realized what she had forgotten; paper and pen. She reached into her book bag and found parchment, a quill, and an inkbottle. She didn't dare take it out.
But as she sat, her heart sank. This two-hour class was one of her Majors, and if she blew it merely by not taking notes, she would never forgive herself. She slowly reached into her book bag and took out her supplies.
As she twisted the inkbottle open, students began to look at her again. One girl laughed quite loudly, her ringing tone echoing across the lecture hall. Even the professor looked up.
"Miss, next time I suggest you keep it simple. Although this is a history class, it does not mean you actually have to act as though you just arrived from the Middle Ages." As the professor said this, more people laughed.
Hermione sank low into her chair, and prayed that this class would be over as soon as possible.
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Harry Potter laid on the bright orange bed. He was staring up at the bright orange ceiling, and around him on the bright orange walls were bright orange posters of his best friend's favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Canons.
He laid their quite still, listening to his own heartbeat. Mrs. Weasley had told him to clear out the room, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was too painful.
But it had been two months already since Ron Weasley's death, and he still could not believe it. It could not be his Ron, not his best friend. Not the redheaded, freckle-faced Ron, who he used to laugh with, and go on adventures with.
As Harry thought of this, he knew he could no longer deny it. Two months ago in June, in his last year at Hogwarts, Harry came face to face with Voldemort, who was stronger than ever. It was the night after Albus Dumbledore had been killed, and Hogwarts was in a state in which no one could control.
Students in the castle ran mad. Those who had broomsticks had jumped on them and immediately returned home. The news that their Headmaster was no longer with them, was no longer there to protect them, came as a great sinking feeling. Hogwarts could stand no chance against the Dark Lord with Albus Dumbledore completely diminished.
That night, the new appointed Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, had told all the students to pack, and that the Hogwarts Express was waiting for them and they were to immediately go home. But it was already too late.
Voldemort and his Death Eaters were already waiting for them. The Dark Lord had come for Harry.
The people who had survived will never be able to retell as to exactly how Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord. In the confusion and havoc of everything, all anyone could see was a gigantic blinding light, and then, suddenly an explosion, and all was silent. Voldemort was gone, and the Death Eaters disappeared, never to be found.
People had cried that night, all out of overjoyed, but some out of grief. Many loved ones had been taken that night, and Harry cursed himself and had gone through extreme pain as he remembered seeing Ron's body on the ground.
Harry himself at that time, was in a state of overdrive. It seemed as if his entire body was bleeding, as there was blood everywhere, even the old scar on his forehead, which looked hot red. He stood there, hearing everyone cheered, and Hermione came running towards him. But she too, saw Ron. And he remembered that she had let out a hoarse scream, and immediately ran towards the body. There, she fell upon her knees, shaking him.
Harry had slowly walked towards them, thinking that maybe all this was a dream. When he got to where Hermione was, he knelt down next to her. There was a thin line of blood trickling out from Ron's mouth. He didn't move as Harry prodded him.
"Ron... wake up." Harry whispered.
Hermione was sobbing, her hands clutching Ron's bloody robes.
Maybe it was a joke, Harry had thought. Ron had always been such a joker. But it was no longer funny. Why wasn't he waking up?
Harry in Ron's bedroom rolled over in the bed. He should stop replaying that night in his head. But he couldn't help it. It came to him in his dreams at night, and in his mind during the day.
What was worse was that, that night he lost one of his best friends, but he didn't know that he would be losing the other one soon enough.
Hermione had told him after Ron's funeral that she no longer wanted to be a witch.
"I loved it, but it's not worth it. Not anymore." She said.
"Hermione, Voldemort is gone... it's okay now." Harry replied.
She looked at him, anger in her eyes. "No Harry, it's not okay. Ron's gone. Stop thinking it's a joke, and that he's going to come back one day and shout 'Gotcha!' in your face, because he's not! He's gone!"
Harry stood in shock at her outburst. She had never talked about this subject so openly before.
She calmed herself down. "I-I'm sorry. It's just, I hate this. I hate all of this. And I'm going to leave it. I don't want it anymore."
She had given him and hug, and then said, "Goodbye Harry. I love you."
Harry was surprised that she had sounded as if she would never see him again. Little did he know at that time, that he never -would- see her again after that day, at least not for a long while.
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A/N: This was just an idea I had for a long time. This first chapter is short, but it's only the introduction. I don't actually have the entire thing planned out, but if enough people like it, I'll continue. Comments appreciated!