Here goes the sad part. Not much else to say.


Harry woke up in the hospital wing. The lights were dimmed, and flowers throughout made it smell nice, but because it was the hospital wing, it usually held a sense of dread. But Harry was no stranger here. A lot of his time at Hogwarts had been spent in here, amid brightly colored walls and bright lights, that failed to make the place look welcoming and comfortable.

Harry could barely move. He was completely drained of energy. He could barely blink his eyes. His hand was extremely sore. It was blistered around where the ring was. In his other hand he still gripped tightly Hermione's locket. He moaned in pain.

Madam Pomfrey glanced at him through the curtains.

"I'll be back in a second, Harry."

And with that she left the hospital wing.


Dumbledore was pacing back and forth in his office. He felt guilt. Unavoidable guilt. He knew Voldemort was coming back. They had tried to find him, but it wasn't enough. Someone was dead. Hermione Granger was dead. And he could have stopped it. He should have stopped it a long time ago. And he didn't. On top of that, Harry had endangered himself to try and save her. He wasn't strong enough yet. He had nearly killed himself. He had been in a coma for nearly two weeks.

Madam Pomfrey bustled into his office.

"Professor Dumbledore, Harry's awake."

He let out a sigh of relief and followed her down to the hospital wing.


Harry tried desperately to remember the details of what had happened. All he remembered was that he was doing some sort spell. It was really important, but then he had blacked out. What had happened?

Madam Pomfrey returned, followed closely by Dumbledore. He held up his hand before Harry could say anything.

"Just let her check you over, Harry" he said warily. Harry knew not to argue.

Finally Madam Pomfrey finished, leaving them alone.

"How long have I been in here?" Harry asked, finding it very hard to talk.

"Two weeks" said Dumbledore. "You nearly killed yourself."

"What happened? All I remember is a spell, and..."

Dumbledore bowed his head.

Harry suddenly remembered. The green light... she fell... And he couldn't sense her. With the druid powers, he could tune himself into people, their energy, their karma. He felt nothing.

"No... No... she can't be gone..." he went into hysterics. "She can't! I tried to save her! I saw it! I jumped, but she didn't move! And I... tried to keep her... Why didn't you save her!" he screamed. "You're the most powerful wizard! You could've saved her!" He began to scream.

Dumbledore brought out his wand and sent Harry into a deep sleep.

"I'm not the most powerful wizard, Harry." He whispered. "You are."


Professor McGonagall entered the common room. It was practically empty or students, except for a small huddle at the fireplace. Neville, Ginny, Parvati, Lavender, Deamus and Dean sat in silence, staring into the fire.

"Have you guys seen Ron?" she asked quietly.

Ginny nodded. "He's out by the lake."

"Thank you. Just to let you know, Harry's okay."

"Is he awake?" Lavender asked, still staring into the fire.

She shook her head. "He was, but they gave him a sleeping potion."

Ginny slowly stood up. "I'll go tell Ron." She said, a single tear sliding down her pale cheek.

The Professor nodded and slowly walked away.

"Do you want me to come, Gin?" Seamus asked.

She shook her head and left the common room.


Ron stood out by the lake, robes billowing in the cold wind. The cold water of the lake sloshed at his feet.

"You really shouldn't be out here alone" came a voice from behind him.

He reeled around and met Ginny's eyes. She draped a blanket over his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

"Harry's okay, Ron. He woke up today."

Ron let out a sigh. It was somewhere between pain, relief and dread. He struggled to keep the tears back.

"She's gone, Ginny. She's really gone."

"God, I know..."


Hermione stood on a plateau. Beautiful, lush grass, fruit trees. Paradise. Below her was a sea, and the middle and island. It looked gorgeous. It was so inviting. She wasn't frightened. She went to jump off the ledge.


"Hermione..." said a voice.

She reeled. No one was there.

"Hermione..." said another voice. It was young, feminine. She knew exactly who it was.

"Desiree?" She cried.

There stood two people. One was a small child, the other a young woman. The young girl was short, no older than eight, dark, curling hair, olive skin. The woman was moderate height, had read hair and had the most piercing green eyes she had ever seen. Yet they were so familiar...

"Lily?" she asked taking a step forward. She nodded.

"You mustn't jump, Hermione. You must remember where you came from."

"I know where I came-" but she stopped. No she didn't. Suddenly she couldn't remember. The only thing she remembered were those eyes. She'd seen them before. She very compelled to leap off the edge, she had no memory of anything else.

"The ring" whispered the little girl. "The ring HG." Someone had called her that before. She had heard that nickname before.

She glanced down at her hand. The ring on her hand was green, just like Lily's eyes. Where had it come from? She touched the green gem and it flashed. Light emanated from the ring, enveloping her, she suddenly felt warm, and she knew, knew who she was.

"Desi, Lily, where am I?"

"An imeall bos Tir nan og."

"The border of tir nan og?" she asked

Lily nodded. "You mustn't forget. Hermione. You must not jump."

"Why?" because, you'll be stuck in Tir nan og. Don' you remember what you and harry were planning to do?"

Hermione thought for a second. "To raise you and James."

Lily nodded. "He will have a dilemma, now. He won't know whom to raise. Me, James... or you."

"But..."

"He mustn't try to raise me or James. It will hurt him, it will be too difficult. He must raise you."

Hermione bowed her head, tears racing down her cheeks.

"He needs parents, Lily! Not me. Why can't he raise you? I've seen him cry, with guilt, because you were killed. Not self-pity, but guilt! He needs you, not me!"

"Hermione, he cannot raise me. It would cause a commotion, and he is not yet strong enough. He needs you, Ron needs you."

"How come I would forget, but you wouldn't?"

Lily raised her hand. On her finger was a ring; identically to Hermione's except the stone was jet black. "I am a druid, Hermione. I can resist the temptation to forget in Tir nan og. But you are still weak, not strong enough. You will forget. And if you forget, the effort to raise you would kill Harry. That's why we keep you here."

Suddenly, a huge silver basin appeared in front of her. It was filled with a shimmering liquid.

"Look into it, HG" Desiree said. "Don't forget......"

"I can't... I can't see them, in pain..."

She felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw a man. He had deep brown eyes, and black messy hair. He was the spitting image of Harry. James.

"Do it, Hermione." He said.

She looked down into the basin.


Okay, that was sad and strange at the same time. The next part will be sad too. Just to let you know, yes, this story is going somewhere, be patient!
Hope you liked it, I'll get the next part up soon,

~Danie
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