Sheesh guys calm down!! I AM THE WRITER AND I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH MY FANFICTION. Clear? Don't wanna be rude but if I decide that I will make Hermione, Harry or anybody else die, then I decided and nothing will make up my mind. If I decide to bring her to life again, good for you. But if I won't you have no right to complain. Read the chapter and kill me then lol.
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Harry opened his eyes and saw the woman looking at him. She looked extremely similar to somebody he knew… But Harry couldn't remember.
"What happened?" Harry whispered, closing his eyes and trying to call his memory back.
"You gave your life for Hermione."
Harry's eyes opened wide.
"I did what?"
"When the broomstick hit the ground, you died a second before Hermione making her stay alive. And the love of dying for someone makes him has the power to never be harmed. Like I died for you."
"You died for me?!" Harry's memory burst back. He sat in the bed looking straight into woman's big green eyes.
"Harry… I'm your mother."
Harry couldn't believe his ears.
"M-mum?"
((Hermione's POV))
The broomstick hit the ground and she screamed. But she didn't feel anything. She opened her eyes expecting to saw the Wizards' Village in Heaven but she was still on Earth. The only thing that missed was Harry… He didn't move. He laid on the ground, his head covered with blood of… his own.
"Oh my God, Harry! Please don't be dead please!" Hermione tried to call him back but she couldn't. He was dead. And she didn't have an explain for why is she without a scratch and he is dead… She completely forgot on the Death Eaters but now she saw them walking straight to her.
She became afraid of what will happen and she ran to save her life. She didn't wanted to leave Harry, although he was dead, but she didn't wanted to lose all of her loved ones when she dies. She lost one already and it was enough for her. She heard Death Eaters running for her, and when one yelled "Avada Kedavra!" she thought it was over. She turned around and stopped. The green light flashed and hit her but she still stood there, not believing her own eyes. The Death Curse was thought of to kill people, not to leave them alive, wasn't it? But she was alive and standing there facing Death Eaters. They stopped completely confused of what just happened, and then Hermione felt such a power… her eyes started watering and then she felt a horrible pain in her eyes. She fell on her knees trying to dry her eyes because tears seemed to burn them. Then everything stopped. When she looked up, she saw Death Eaters looking at her for a second or two and then running what faster they could. Hermione didn't know why but she didn't complained.
Although they did noticed Hogwarts it doesn't mean it was close! Hermione had a harmed angle and Hogwarts was really far away. She started walking and she didn't know how many hours it took her to come to Hogwarts, with pauses for resting her angle. When she did, it was in the middle of the night and she entered the lobby of Hogwarts. She went to Dumbledore's office and said the password.
"Sherbet Lemon."
The gargoyle moved and Hermione walked upstairs. She knocked on the door and Dumbledore opened her, dressed in his night robes.
"I am sorry to bother you, Professor but so many things happened…" Hermione started crying.
Dumbledore let her in.
"Sit down Hermione. Now calm down and tell me everything."
Hermione started talking and talking and talking… she was talking really long and when she finished Dumbledore looked straight into her eyes.
"Hermione, do you know why the Death Eaters ran away?"
"No."
"Look in the mirror. Look at your eyes." And Dumbledore handed over a mirror to her.
Hermione looked at her eyes in the mirror and she couldn't believe it. They weren't brown anymore… they were white.
"Professor? Why do I have white eyes?"
"White eyes mean that the person is the most strongest White Magic on the world."
"What?"
"You are White Magic, Hermione. You have that much power that you turned into White Magic. Voldemort is Black Magic, and you are White Magic."
"And that means evil and good…"
"Yes."
"…will need to fight."
"Yes. Now you need some rest. Take yourself to the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey will take care of you till tomorrow night when we are going to tell the school about what happened."
"Yes Professor."
"Go on, Hermione. Good night."
"Good night, Professor."
Hermione walked out of the office and took herself down to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey fixed her angle and healed all of her scratches and stuff. Hermione wanted to go to the girls' Dormitory but Madam Pomfrey didn't let her to so she stayed in the Hospital Wing over the night.
Next morning she woke up around 7 AM, but she couldn't find the reason why she woke up. She slept for just like 6 hours and it wasn't enough for her. Then she found somebody sitting near her. It was Ron.
"Hermione… I heard what happened to Harry."
Hermione sniffed.
"I'm just glad you two made up before he died." Hermione said.
"Yeah, me too. I brought you some books to cheer you up." Ron dropped the subject.
"Thank you!"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Are you ever gonna be able to forget Harry?"
"No. I will never forget him. But after many years I will perhaps be ready for another relationship. I can love boys after Harry, but I will never love anyone as I loved him."
"Okay. Just asking…"
"Hey, you! Go away! She needs some rest! Shu!" Madam Pomfrey ran into the room.
"Gotta go." Ron grinned. "See ya soon."
"Yeah. Cheers." Hermione smiled.
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It was 7 PM and Hermione was ready for dinner. She walked to the Great Hall and sat at the Gryffindor table near Ginny and Ron. Nobody knew about Harry's death except the professors, Ron, Dumbledore and her. The whole Great Hall was in black, and it was quite dark. The ceiling was cloudy. Dumbledore stood up.
"I have an announcement to make. Unfortunately, a sad one."
Whispers went trough the Great Hall.
"Harry Potter, seventh year Gryffindor and Head Boy, had died."
Everything went silent, and then some girls burst into tears, including Ginny. Ron hugged her, and then Hermione couldn't keep inside everything that bothered her. She broke and started crying like she never cried before. She was crying for like 10 minutes, along with some other girls, and even some of Harry's close friends let a tear. Cho Chang looked completely shocked and then she started crying too. Most of the female professors were crying too, especially McGonagall. Lupin looked so pale and his eyes were teary. Practically the whole Great Hall was crying except Slytherins.
"I will please for a minute of silence for Mr. Potter."
Girls turned their tears into silent ones, and the silence lasted not a minute, five minutes. All of Hermione's memories with Harry flashed in her mind, leaving just a sign that the only boy she could ever love that much was him. Harry Potter.
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Not that much action here though. Honestly, if you are smart enough to realize that one of them or both had to die when the broomstick crashed, you will understand why I made Harry die. Hermione was dying already, I can't make her die again! And I have some interesting ideas for the next chapters… stay tuned. And before I forget, REVIEW! Thank you.
