I love you, goodbye…

Chapter Two ~ You and me

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter… *sniff*

A/N: Here it is! The thing you've all been waiting for! ANOTHER CHAPTER!!! Isn't it great! P.S: Email me with your ideas at: rapprincessluvsrupertgrint@msn.com. Got it? Then sit back, imagine you are in a beautiful wood with a tower, and read on…

On a clear day, you could still see it. The ruins of a castle, standing proud around the remains of a once beautiful place. Overgrown forest surrounded it, and on one side the terrifying waters of the lake, once inhabited by mermaids. Driven out of their territory in the dark times, those brave merpeople who resisted were killed, their blood staining the water crimson forever. A reminder of the terrible things that happened during those times, to haunt the survivors. The great building at the side, however, was left like that for another reason, to signify the return of the Dark Lord. Voldemort...

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The autumn light shone through the trees like a halo, outlining them with golden light. Suddenly the sound of traipsing yet tiptoeing feet broke the glade's stillness. A man clutching something very tightly in his arms came in to view. He seemed to be crying, but you couldn't tell because he was too far away. He looked briefly down through the trees, where a huge castle, decayed and unstable with age, lay hidden by a huge forest, and next to it a lake who's waters seemed to be crimson. He nodded sadly, as if this was what he had expected but had hoped differently. He walked on a little, to the little tower. The tower had roses and ivy growing up it. He carefully laid down the bundle, and opened the door.

             Inside, the place was very still and calm. The mysterious man glanced around, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a         little doll attached to a gold chain. The figure was gold, and had emeralds for eyes, sapphires for the hair ribbon, and a ruby where the heart should be. Engraved on it in tiny letters was:

Hermione Granger

& Harry Potter.

A tear trickled down his cheek. 'You were so young, Hermione. So young…'

He stood up straight, as if saying to no one, 'I'm going to be brave,' unlatched the little door at the back, and came out into a little clearing. In the middle was a grave, with a stone angel on top. Round the edges of the little grove grew little pink flowers. He picked some, and put them on the stone. On the stone, also, were the words:

Hermione Granger

'Gone, yet still alive

in our hearts.

Engaged to

Harry Potter on the

 22nd of May 1999

Died 22nd May 1999

'Me and you, Hermione. Together forever. Just how it should be.'

And an angel named Hermione looked down from heaven and smiled. 'Me and you, Harry. Me and you…'