~Authors Note~
Congratulations to Twilight Angel and guess! Guess had it more correct. I'm giving you a peek into the story, but so? Harry is forced to watch Voldemort painfully kill Hermione. For those who wondered, the sapphire marks where Hermione is buried. Also, a note: The second Hermione died, the duckling was born. Some of Hermione's spirit is in the duckling. Twilight Angel is also correct, because Harry blames himself. He thinks that since Voldemort couldn't kill him, he chose Hermione instead. And Cho does not exist in this story! Sorry! :o)
Harry tossed and turned, trying to stop the memory, but he couldn't help it. The memory was too clear.
"Now Harry, since I can't kill you, I'll just take the next best thing." Voldemort sneered, holding a knife to Hermione's throat. "No! Don't kill her! Kill me, not her!" Harry screamed. Hermione's eyes were lined with fright. "Harry, do something!" Hermione whispered hoarsely. Voldemort used his wand to magically tie Hermione up. The wand used rope to tie her legs and arms together, and tape to keep her mouth shut. He waved his wand again, saying "Conjura henda streia ipp bigene!" with an evil laugh. A pair of invisible hands tore off Hermione's clothes. Voldemort pressed the knife closer to Hermione's neck . "Say goodbye now, Harry. She'll be gone forever!" he laughed merrily, using another knife to cut her legs, then gashing one of the knives deep into her stomach. Hermione let out a muffled scream, as Voldemort's other blade sliced through her neck, then falling to the floor.
Harry screamed, and woke up. Ron Weasley was standing by his bed in a flash. "Harry? Are you okay?" Ron asked, a look of concern on his face. Harry nodded weakly and passed out.