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A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed my story this is the last chapter, it may surprise some of you, but its here, anyways, I just wanted to give a big thank you to everyone who has reviewed my story, you guys are what keeps me writing this story and I feel that I've grown a little as a writer. So, thank you all very much!

Now..on with the story..

"Excellent" said Voldemort, when Ginny, Harry, Draco and Hermione appeared in front of him. They, meaning the prisoners, Draco, Hermione and Harry, all looked around and took in their surroundings. They appeared to be in a cave of some sort. There were chains on the walls and one large chair, where Voldemort sat. Ginny stood up and dusted herself off, then walked over to where Voldemort was, and sat on his lap. "It was no problem Tom," she said with a smile. It wasn't a smile that one would normally see on Ginny Weasley's face. This smile was sinister and didn't really fit her features.

"Ginny, how could you?" asked Harry, his face full of disappointment and betrayal. For a moment it looked like her face was filled with regret, but one look from Voldemort and it disappeared like it had never even been there. "Why do you even care ~Harry~, I'm just Ginny, poor little innocent girl, nothing more than Ron's little sister" she spat, her voice cracking because it was trembling with anger and sadness. "Well then I'm glad for one thing," said Harry, his eye's twinkling as he looked at her, his expression unreadable. "And what's that?" she asked, feigning disinterest. Harry waited a moment "At least," he looked all around him at everything in the room, his gaze finally settling on her "at least I never got to know you," he stopped a moment to laugh, "Because if this is it, I wasn't missing much."

Ginny's face flushed red and she blinked. Her expression was one similar to that of having been slapped in the face. She looked down at the floor and her eyes were getting glazed. A fresh coat of tears ready to fall at any moment was held back. Ginny blinked them back and turned her head so that she was facing Harry once again. This time her face was full of rage. She didn't say anything back, but sent a look at Voldemort. He snapped his fingers and Death Eaters came towards the trio in the center of the room from all directions. Hermione grabbed onto Draco, and Harry stood up and faced them all, his wand held out. Voldemort started laughing a high, cold, cruel laugh and said "oh sorry, but you wont be needing that," he gestured to Harry's wand and then said "accio" it came flying thought the air towards him.

"No!" yelled Draco, as his wand flew out of his hand as well. Before Voldemort got the chance to summon Hermione's wand, she threw it at him. Voldemort stared at her incredulously for a moment before his lips curled up into an evil smile. He clapped softly and said, "There's that Gryffindor bravery" mockingly. Hermione smiled back at him and wouldn't look away. Draco and Harry had absolutely no idea what she was up to, but remained quiet as the scene unfolded. "Ms. Granger" he started and got up to walk around her. He snapped his fingers again and Draco was dragged away to a side pillar not far away. "Don't worry, Tom wouldn't let you miss the show" said Ginny while he was being tied up.

Hermione remained in the center of the room. Voldemort was still circling her as a predator does its prey. "I bet your wondering why I've taken such an interest in you" he looked at her as he spoke and was almost started when she shook her head "I've figured it out." He looked mildly impressed "Well, you always were the smart one, weren't you?" he laughed and traced his finger along her face. It sent shivers down her spine, and they weren't the good kind. "Then I guess you'll know why I still have young Potter here by your side."

Hermione and Harry shared a shocked look for a moment, and then realization dawned upon them. "Harry and I? You want Harry and I to have a child?" she asked slightly disgusted "He's like my brother, do you have any idea how disgusting that is? No offense Harry" she added as an afterthought. "You may laugh about this now, but when your under my control you certainly wont be," Voldemort said with a sneer. Apparently he doesn't like those who don't take him seriously. "But why him?" asked Hermione. "Well, I thought a girl as smart as you would have figured that out by now. The blood ritual, I'm sure you know all about it, if you two were to procreate, the blood in your child would be stronger, meaning better control over you two"

Hermione gasped. "No" she practically whispered. She wrapped her arms around herself and then her face turned up into a bittersweet smile. Suddenly she started laughing insanely. It wasn't like Hermione and those around her wondered if she might be going mad under the pressure. "I won't do it. I won't bear the child that you want, now or ever."

"Doesn't matter, dear," said Voldemort, "I can always mix your blood with his and make a child with blood magick" he laughed cruelly and stared at her. "So what are you going to do now? What do you have left?" he asked her then continued with "No friends, no wand, and no hope." She stared at him for a moment, and then said simply "What do I have left? I have myself" then she paused "and this."

Then a bunch of events all happened with quick succession. Hermione turned around and sent a look of love at Draco. Then she turned to Harry and stared at him for a long moment. He looked back at her with shock and disbelief and moved forward as though to come closer to her, but it was too late. Whatever Harry was trying to do, he was too late. Hermione closed hey eyes in concentration and summoned her wand with her hand. She pointed it towards Draco who had already undone his chains. He came flying at her but stopped short "Stupefy" she shot that at Voldemort. She ripped off her necklace, said "Portius" and gave it to Harry and Draco, then before anyone could stop her she pulled out Ginny's knife and stabbed herself through the Heart. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" yelled three voices at once. They belonged to Harry, Draco and surprisingly Ron Weasley.

He had appeared from the shadows and watched as Hermione fell to the ground, a puddle of blood slowly surrounding her dead body. The other Death Eaters fled the scene including Ginny Weasley. "Get out of here Ron" Harry spat at him through his own tears. "But-", Ron started, but was cut off by Harry "Now! Just get out of my sight" he looked at Ron, his expression full of loathing. Harry never looked at anyone that way and frankly, Ron was scared. He ran out of the cave and the only ones left were Draco, Harry and Hermione.

They looked upon her and her face, once so full of life was dull and dead. She was so pale, and so young. It wasn't right. She had so much more to do with her life, so much more.her eyes no longer held the spark that made Draco so drawn to her and yet in that moment, he knew that he loved her.

"I can't believe she did it," said Harry, his voice full of disbelief. "A witch's last magic" said Draco who was still tied up. "She sacrificed herself, so save us" he commented from the other side of the room. "Sometimes, war is about Sacrifices" Harry said quietly. "What!? Is that all you can say?" Draco asked, his voice full of anger and loss "After what- " he couldn't bring himself to finish that sentence "After she did that."

"Hermione said that to me once. She told me that war was about sacrifices and that sometimes, innocent people get wronged. I guess she was right." He laughed bitterly. Draco was quiet for a moment, and then he took one more look at Hermione, and for the first time in years, he cried. "She - can't - be - dead. She just CAN'T be! I won't allow that!" He grabbed her and began shaking her. He didn't care that he was getting her blood all over "Come back! You have to come back!" he couldn't accept that she was gone "you can't just leave me here" he brought her close to him and stroked her hair whispering things. "I need you Hermione, you cant go away, I love you," but even he knew that she wasn't going to come back. She was never going to wake up. He let her out of his arms and collapsed on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. After all those years of being a closed person, it just was all too much for him, it was all just adding up. He let go.

Harry stared on, being quiet out of respect, but took Draco's hand. "We need to get out of here, and bring Hermione." he stopped ".and bring the body back." Draco just stared at him "How can you be so calm about this?!" he asked indignantly "She's not just a body! She's Hermione! And now, she's never coming back!" he exclaimed, looking at Harry in anger. For the first time, he noticed that Harry had tears running down his own face he looked like a lost little boy "I have to be strong. That's what I do, Draco. I'm strong, so everyone around me can be okay, so they can make it through." Harry's voice was wavering and Draco knew that any moment now, he was going to lose it. Harry had suffered many losses in his life, but none as great as this.

Draco just stared at the boy he had been enemies with for over five years in a new light. This is why so many people are drawn to him. He's the light in the bloody darkness, the hope when there isn't any. He's the damn Boy- Who-Lived. "We have to bring her back," said Draco, agreeing with Harry to make it easier on him. They found their wands and then grabbed onto Hermione "Activate" whispered Draco, halfheartedly and they were whisked away to Hogwarts.

When they got back, they found Dumbledore outside waiting. "Dumbledore, what are you doing out here!?" yelled Harry, then stopped and said "Never mind, that doesn't matter. Hermione, she's, she's d-d-dead" Dumbledore's smile faded within a matter of seconds and he looked upon her. "Oh dear, this is terrible, quick, lets get her to Madam Pomphrey" they raced inside to the infirmary, with hope that Hermione might have made it. When they got her, she was rushed away to a bed and Harry, Draco and the Headmaster, were left to wait in silence. It was tense as they waited for Madam Pomphrey to return with the results. After about an hour she returned to the area that the boys were waiting anxiously, her expression grave. "I'm sorry" was all she said, but it was enough. Draco paused for a moment, but then ran out of the room.

When they found him, hours later, he was down by the lake, staring at nothing. His expression was hard and it took Harry forever to get him to come inside. "Before she.died, she sent me a message. I know that for a fact, but I cant seem to remember it" Harry told them. Sirius was there too, as they were in an abandoned classroom. "I think I know a way to help. We used to do this when we wanted to remember our dreams. Clear your mind" he said sadly, but holding himself together for Harry and Draco. It would be hours later while he was alone that he would cry for Hermione and the loss, for the fact that they hadn't had a life together. Harry's expression became blank after about ten minutes, and then Sirius asked "Remember Hermione, Harry. Remember her message."

"I remember the message" he said, emotionless. "Recite it for us please" said Professor Dumbledore. It took Harry a moment, but then he said, clearly "Harry? Harry can you hear me? I know your going to hate me for this, but I have to do it. He wants the blood, but I just can't let him have it. Draco will know what I'm talking about. Tell him it's in the book from that day in the library" Draco gasped at this, but listened as Harry continued "Tell Sirius that I'm sorry we never got to know each other, but that you two had better live together and have a great life. Send Draco my love, and I'll see you again someday. Goodbye Harry, I love you" he finished in his trance like state. Sirius snapped his fingers and then Harry snapped out of it. "Oh, god, I remember it all now."

They all stared at each other for a moment until grief over whelmed them. Voldemort was the cause of so much loss, so much suffering, and even to end it all must there be even more suffering. They hoped that wherever Hermione was that she was happy in a world without Voldemort.

Draco would never get over Hermione, but after a few months, he could be found in the cemetery where Hermione was buried. "I miss you, Hermione. You bloody showed me the light. I'll never forget you for that, or for anything. I wish I had figured this out before you.well you know. I know I'm never this inarticulate, but then again, the only time I ever wasn't was the times I spent with you. I never told you this, but I was, I am in love with you. It might not do much good now, but one day, maybe if I see you again. Who knows if we'll even end up in the same place, I just wanted you to know." He set some flowers down at her grave and lingered for a moment "Later Granger."

Voldemort was still out there in the world, pissed off and gaining more power still, but things would one day be okay. Those who knew Hermione had her memory to help them go on, to be stronger. One day, they would defeat Voldemort and they would do it in her memory.

The end Don't get pissed off at me! There might be a sequel!

A/N: I know it's sad and you must hate me, but I have been planning this ending for a while now. I had to make it this way because love isn't always perfect like in the stories and life doesn't always turn out to be some grand show, not in war. In this story, they were at war, and when in war, there ARE sacrifices. Anyway, I hope you liked my story and I'm not sorry if you didn't. Maybe if you read closely you saw the foreshadowing.