My life was not worth living any more. Now that my Harry was dead, I had no reason to live either. I was thinking about killing myself. The more I thought about it, the more I thought it was the best thing to do. All my problems would go.
Tomorrow. I decided to do it tomorrow. One more disturbed, nightmare- filled night was all the time I had. After tossing and turning for about an hour, I fell asleep.

'I felt a hand on my arm. I spun around and I saw his face. His glasses, covering his green eyes. His lightning scar. His sad smile.
Harry.
It was all I could do to not throw my arms around him. "Harry?!? Is that- aren't you meant to be dead?" "I am, Hermi. You have to stop grieving and get on with life now. You can't keep grieving forever. It breaks my heart seeing you like this." "Harry, I can't stop. There was something I never told you." "You can tell me now, Hermi. Don't blow your last chance." Thought I had blown it. "Come on. You can do it. I know you can." I took a deep breath. "I love you, Harry. I wanted to tell you this before. But I thought it would wreck our friendship. Or maybe-" He suddenly flung his arms around me and held me too tightly for me to talk. I hugged him back, and all the tears that I'd bottled up since his death just flowed out. But these tears weren't from all the sadness and pain I'd felt. These were tears of relief and happiness. Relief to have it all out in the open. And happiness, because I could tell that Harry loved me just as much as I loved him.
"Goodbye, Harry," I wept into his shoulder, "goodbye." "Goodbye, Hermi, I love you," he said.'

I woke up. The terrible pain in my heart was gone. Now I could live. Harry knew how much I loved him at last. Now my life was worth living again.

THE END.