Author's Notes: K, this is my very first fanfic that I ever wrote…I'm the first to admit it's not all that great *blushes*. In fact I'm putting a lot of the chapters I have on another site together in this one cuz they are SUPER short. It's rushed, but oh well…But, I figured I'd put it on here anyway cuz I'm bored. I normally stick with "diverse" pairings…*cough*Severus/Hermione*cough*…Can't help it…it's just the way I am…I know people tend to like H/Hr more…Ok, I'll stop babbling now.

Disclaimer: I don't own it…don't claim to own it….if I did I wouldn't be writing on FanFiction.com, now would I?

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Ron walked up the stairs to the boys' dormitory to get ready. Harry grabbed Hermione's arm." I want you to know that, I couldn't do this if I hadn't…if I die…I want you to know that…that I love you", he whispered before turning to follow Ron.

"Harry", Hermione called.

"I'm sorry, I--" but she cut him off.

"I love you too, Harry". She whispered.

Ron could be heard muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "finally" at the top of the dormitory staircase. Hermione and Harry both turned away and headed up the stairs to their dormitories; ready for whatever Voldemort could throw at them.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron re-entered Dumbledore's office a few minutes later. A heavy weight seemed to have settled in Hermione's stomach, and Harry looked paler than usual.

"You are ready, then?" asked Dumbledore. Hermione could see the lines of age and worry that had become more defined on his face since their first year at Hogwarts.

"Yes" croaked Ron. He sounded anything but ready.

Dumbledore pulled an old boot out of his desk drawer. "This portkey will transport you to the graveyard Harry visited at the end of your fourth year." Dumbledore said. "When Voldemort is gone, simply use he portkey to return to my office. I must stress the importance of all of you returning together, for if one of you is left behind, I fear the worst."

The three of them gathered around the desk, each placing a finger on the old, worn boot. Hermione felt the same tug behind her navel she'd experienced on the way to the Quidditch Cup, the summer before their fourth year. This time it wasn't excitement flitting through her mind, but fear.

As they landed with a soft thud, a graveyard came into focus. Broken tombstones were scattered everywhere. In the very center of the graveyard stood a large cauldron in front of a tombstone. The tombstone had frayed ropes hanging awkwardly from it.

"This is it", Harry whispered, "This is where it happened".

"Where do we go now?" Ron asked.

"You will go nowhere," said a cold voice behind them.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron whipped around, finding themselves face to face with Lord Voldemort Himself.

"This is it?" he laughed," This is the cavalry? The ministry's great weapon?"

"We're a greater weapon than you think" Harry said angrily.

"Oh--?" but before he could finish his question-

"Silencio" Hermione yelled, "I believe, sir" she said mockingly, "It's our turn to do the talking.

"Hermione!" said Ron both surprised an impressed.

"You have tortured, controlled and frightened for too long" Harry said, "It stops here".

But Voldemort had an amused expression on his face. He looked at Harry, and then slowly raised his hand to point at something behind them.

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned to face three hooded and masked figures. "Did you think the Dark Lord would not have help to kill you, Harry?" Asked Lucius Malfoy's voice from the center. As he stepped out of the shadows the three figures removed their hoods.

"Of course not" Harry quipped, "He's never been that brave, has he?"

"How dare you speak that way you foolish boy?" Malfoy said, raising his wand. "Petrificus To--"

"Silencio" muttered Hermione "that spell really seems to be coming in handy today Mr. Malfoy. Now, what were you saying? Oh, yes, Petrificus Totalus".

Malfoy's arms and legs snapped to his sides and he fell backward. The two towering figures behind him stepped out of the shadows, raising wands.

"Stupefy!" Harry and Ron shouted as one, their spells knocking both men to the ground.

"Ugh", said Ron," I thought Crabbe and Goyle couldn't get any nastier, apparently they will though, in twenty years or so. , Poor chaps".

Harry was walking towards Voldemort. Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, and followed.

"The time has come," said Harry, quoting Dumbledore's words, "For--"

"For you to die" finished Voldemort, his wand aimed at Harry's heart. Hermione gasped. "By the way, little girl, you shouldn't have been so stupid as to think I would come here unshielded". A bright green jet of light shot from his wand, slamming Harry into the tombstone.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed.

"Harry!" mocked Voldemort "Tell me, do you love him?"

"Yes" said Hermione defiantly.

Voldemort laughed, turning to Harry. "Avada Kedavra" he bellowed. Blinding red light filled the graveyard. Harry screamed.