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Hermione ran to her room and shut the door. More than anything, she wanted to be alone. As she slowly sank to the ground a tear began to roll down her cheek, then another, then another. She couldn't be strong anymore, she had to let go. She couldn't bottle up her emotion anymore. He was gone. Forever. Never coming back. "NO!" She cried out loud, tears streaking down her face. "No." She whispered once more. She went and lay down on her bed, her hands drifting over the spot where he once lay. She wondered of she would ever get over it, If it would be possible to laugh again. Smile.

She closed her eyes and at once his face filled her thoughts. That red hair she loved to play with, those beautiful eyes and that grin that always brought a smile to her face. He was truly the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes on.

She remembered the first time she ever laid eyes on him, how her breath caught in her throat, and how she knew she had to have him. He made her life complete. She was lost without him. Adrift. How could she go on?

They had always had such fun together, messing around outside, even just sitting by the fire in complete silence.

He was the one person she could pour out her innermost thoughts to, her one confident she knew she could trust 100%. He accompanied her everywhere. She had never felt alone or afraid while he was there.

"But he's gone! He's never coming back!" She cried out. It was agonizing. She could actually feel her heart breaking. She felt as though she would never be capable of loving again.

"And its all my fault" she whispered. "I could have saved him, but I wasn't quick enough"."

She remembered how the man with the cruel, evil eyes had singled him out, how she watched helplessly as he uttered those fateful words, how she ran to try protect him, but only succeeded in catching his body before it left the ground. Her first and only love, gone.

The door to her room opened slowly to reveal her mother, her eyes full of concern.

"There there, Hermione, its ok. We'll get you a new doll"

"But I don't want a new doll, I want my old one back!" Hermione cried.

There was no doubt about it, watching your archenemy destroy your favourite doll at only 6 years old was a terribly traumatic experience.

A/N: So, what did you think?? R&R please!!