authorsnote: uggggh I am addicted to this couple and currently loving writing for the hp verse.

idek what this is, one-shot, two-shot, multi idk. I'm thinking a two/three shot or a very short no more than five chapter multi-fic. this idea just came to me with this song and I had to go for it. I got some inspiration from evelyn jackson's fantastic hermione video 'the greatest'.

pls enjoy, review and lemme know if you would like this to be two-shot/multi and watcha think. always appreciated.

songrecs: the greatest - sia/madilyn paige version is dope too

'Uh oh, running out of breath but I oh I got stamina'

'I'll go with you' She said, tears running down her cheeks, as she offered to go with him, her best friend, her brother, go with him to death so he wouldn't have to do it alone. Of course, he refused, of course he shook his head, hugged them both and then left. He was the hero, always had been, he would never let his friends die with him, that was why he was going now after all, to stop death. She turned to Ron as Harry walked away, sobbed on his shoulder and she felt him cry too, they both let tears take them for a few minutes before she pulled herself up. The tears felt like acceptance and that felt wrong.

'Hermione no!' He said in horror as he realised what she planned to do, as she turned, kissed his cheek, and then threw him backwards into a cushioning charm, far enough back that he couldn't hope to follow her in time. 'No!' He screamed but she ignored him, the tears still falling as she ran, ran towards Harry, she could not, she would never let him go alone. Even if he didn't want her there, she would be with him, she would not let him walk to his death alone. 'I'll go with you'

She dodged the giant swinging back and forth in the courtyard, fired a nasty hex at a masked Death Eater, narrowly dodged a flash of green light, rolled to one side as the centaurs charged forward, and she ran, she ran fast, not stopping, barely breathing, thankfully almost a year on the run had made her fitter, had made it easier to endure the oncoming stitch, the adrenaline running through her veins helped too. She didn't stop, not once as she ran after her best friend, her brother, as she followed him into the forest. She would not let him go alone. 'I'll go with you'

And that was how she stood, concealed in the trees with the strongest disillusionment charm she could muster, not daring to breath, not moving, only allowing her eyes to move as she watched him, watched Harry, watched as he walked forward, arms out, not even trying to defend himself. She wanted to scream, to run in front of him, to fire her own killing curse at the madman who had destroyed so many lives and now stood ready to kill the man she thought of as a brother. She had emerged in the different part of the forest, he had already revealed himself when he arrived, and she planned to join him.

She took a step forward, but then Harry glanced her way, and she knew, he could see her somehow, sense her maybe, they had often said of recent they were soulmates, platonically but connected by their souls, perhaps that was how he knew she was here, or perhaps he had just known she would come, that she would not let him die alone. He shook his head, and she realised then, he had a plan, some kind of plan, and so she didn't take that step, no matter how much she wanted to, she didn't take a step, she didn't make a sound. She wanted to run to him, but he had a plan, he hadn't come just to die, he had a plan and she could not interfere. And so she did not step forward.

Though she almost screamed as the madman yelled the curse, green light sped forwards and then he fell, Harry Potter fell.

'Uh oh running now, I close my eyes, well oh I got stamina'

Hagrid sobbed, her friend lay dead on the floor and Hermione felt her knees buckle, as she fell to the floor and against the tree, even though she knew she shouldn't make a sound, though she knew if she were found she would be next she didn't care. She barely managed to keep her cries in as she looked at Harry, sweet Harry, dead on the floor, gone, gone to save wizard kind, to protect and save them all.

"I'm sorry" She whispered to herself but it was meant for Harry, if he could hear her, wherever he was now, and then she turned her gaze and she smiled as she saw, Harry had died, but certainly not in vain, of course he had, had a plan, even if it meant his death with it.

The Death Eater's, the circle of them lay dead on the floor, as dead as her best friend, not moving, not a twitch, not a sound. She saw Thorfinn Rowle, eyes glassy, Rabastian Lestrange, a grin on his frozen face, Antonin Dolohov, as if he were asleep, Dennis Travers plain and face down, Narcissa Malfoy, beautiful even in death with Lucius next to her, a shell of who he had been, Bellatrix Lestrange, the mad look still on her expression even in death. Whatever Harry had done had taken them all down, she turned to look at the castle then, but she could see the fighting continued there, she could hear it. Whatever Harry had done had been limited to here, and yet it had been enough.

She couldn't see the leader anywhere, Lord Voldemort, the most evil of them all, the crazed wizard who had ruined countless lives. Where his body had been lay another one of his cronies, though she didn't recognise this one, he looked young, but she couldn't see in the dark, she couldn't see who it was, perhaps Voldemort had evaporated or crumbled to ash, it wouldn't surprise her if he had an unnatural death, after all of the evil he had committed.

She didn't move, not even as Hagrid ran forward and sobbed over Harry's body, not as he heard a cry and then made back for the castle, lumbering out of sight. She didn't move for several minutes, until she was sure everyone was gone and then she stood, tripped forward, the charm concealing her cancelled as she ran, ran to his side.

"Harry" She sobbed, her palm cupping his cheek, but it was cold, she felt no air in his lungs, no beat to his heart. A guttural whine left her lips as she laid her head on his chest, sobbing. He had been her best friend, her brother, her soulmate in the platonic sense, and now he was gone, had done so to end the fighting, to save them all. She knew with their leader gone and the best fighters that they had dead, that their side would win, without a doubt now. And he had done that, he had, and so she allowed herself a moment, to sob over the body of her best friend, of the man who had saved them all.

He had been a hero, a hero to them all, she had loved him, and now he was gone.

'Uh oh, I see another mountain to climb, but I, I got stamina'

Five minutes she allowed and then she sat back, on her knees, but the tears wouldn't stop, they didn't stop, not for a second, not even as she heard a branch snap behind her. They only dried as she whirled to her feet, wand aloft, eyes almost crazed, mad with grief. The tears stopped then as she looked across the small clearing and saw someone stood among the dead Death Eaters, someone very much alive.

"Well, what do we have here?" His voice was like silk, smooth and enchanting, in another time, or another life Hermione would have no doubt blushed, but grief still tore at her heart and paranoia at her mind, who was this? Who had come here?! Were they friend or foe?

"Who are you?" She called out, eyes wide and almost mad, moving to stand in front of Harry, to protect him … to protect his body now. She felt tears prick at her eyes again but she ruthlessly shoved them back down, there was no more time to grieve, not now, not yet, first she had to figure out who this was, and where they'd come from and whether they were a threat, whether she needed to stop them.

"Tom Riddle, and you?" He said, his voice was pleasant, it shouldn't have been, and Hermione wondered why she focused on that for a second, why she focused on his handsome features and that charming voice. But it was only a second before her eyes widened in fear, in horror and she lifted her wand.

"Avada Kadavra" No hesitation beside her thoughts roaming to his nice voice, not a second to think through what she should do, no regret or worry, she fired off the deadliest curse in the wizarding world without a pause, without a single moment to consider whether it was right or wrong. The green light shot across the clearing and yet Tom Riddle … Voldemort, simply deflected it, it looked easy as he did, and then he raised his eyebrow at her, but did not fire back.

"Hmm, that was not what I asked" He said and as she fired another curse, less deadly but non-verbal he deflected it again, and took a step forward, coming into the clearing more, to stand opposite her, he was smirking, smirking as she tried to kill him, the next curse she sent was more vicious, but again he parried it without effort before flicking the wand he held … the Elder Wand she could see, and in a simple flick of his wand he relieved her of her own.

"Give that back" She said furiously and he laughed, he had the audacity to laugh, though there was no joy to the sound, it was cold and cruel as he walked forward, tucking her wand into his pocket. She realised he wore Hogwarts robes, with the Slytherin crest and she could see the 'Head Boy' badge gleaming at his chest, and her wand disappeared into his pocket as he walked forward, to stand just inches from her. She had no wand, but she stood her ground and did not flinch as he came closer. It would have been wiser to run perhaps, but even if she had thought she could make it away she would not leave Harry's body, she'd rather die next to him than leave him here alone.

"I don't think so, now tell me who you are" He said again but she just glared at him. How was he back? Harry had sacrificed himself to kill him, how was he here? How was he younger, no longer calling himself by his Lord moniker? What had happened? How had this happened? The questions were rapid through her mind and yet she came to no solution, which was so rare for her and worried her all the more, there was no answer to what was happening here. She didn't know, but now was not the time to dwell on it, as mad and as scary as it was, there was no time to wonder, especially not as he lifted his wand to point at her. She felt fear then, the first proper spike of fear since Harry had fallen, though she did not flinch, just eyed his wand, though the fear was clear in her eyes, even she couldn't mask it, and she knew he could see it.

"Your name" He said again and as she remained silent, he sighed, and flicked his wand, not a word said. She screamed as something hit her, something that made every other curse that had ever hit her seem like child's play, it even made the torture at Bellatrix's hand seem like nothing. It only lasted a second, and she just managed to remain standing, but she was sure if it had endured any longer she would have crumpled next to her best friend, fallen next to Harry, possibly even died as he had. She managed to stand just, though she did fall in on herself a little, grit her teeth to stop herself from sobbing and as he lifted his wand again, she spat out the words he wanted to hear, she may be brave but she did not want to endure that pain for another second.

"Hermione, Hermione Granger" She said furiously, and his eyebrows seemed to knit together then, in confusion it seemed, it didn't suit him, to look as though he didn't know something, she imagined it was rare for him as it was for her.

"Not a last name I know" He said, enquiring almost, his wand still held aloft, that awful smirk still in place, the confusion gone then, as he simply smirked, that terrifying face that was so handsome but so full of evil. He could have been beautiful, had she not known what that charming face concealed.

"I'm muggleborn" She said furiously, proudly for she was proud, bigots like him would never make her feel insecure over her heritage, not ever again and she would not flinch because of her blood status, not even before the man who had crusaded against her kind. She even lifted her arm, pulled back the denim of her jacket to show him the scar his most loyal had hacked into her arm, without any hesitation or any sense of self-preservation, it was almost out of principle. "And proud of it"

His smirk seemed to grow which scared her a little, and as he took another step forward, and another, before he was in breathing distance, she felt herself shake a little, she'd be stupid not too. Fear was healthy, like the fear before an important exam, but this, this was a different kind of fear, she felt her knees knock together, closed her eyes, lowered her gaze, and she flinched as she felt his wand hit her chin, to tip her head up and bring her gaze to his. She opened her eyes, to look up at him, as he held his wand in place to force her head to tilt back.

A gulp forced its way down her throat and his smirk seemed crueller which she wouldn't have thought possible, he revelled in her fear, she could see that and if anything, it made her more scared. But she refused to back down, she gathered soon she would join Harry and she found herself less panicked over that than perhaps she should be, she just hoped it wouldn't hurt, it was his expression that terrified her, not the concept of her own impending death.

How odd that it wasn't death that scared her but the man in front of her who had defied death himself.

"So, Hermione Granger, tell me, last night I went to bed in the Head Boy's dorm, and now I'm here" She let out a little gasp, her gaze flickered down, and she felt his wand dig harder into her chin, forcing her gaze back up to him, that cruel, cold gaze, that she knew would get the answers out of her he wanted … one way or another. "Do you happen to know anything about that?"

'Uh oh I need another lover, be mine, cause I, I, I got stamina'

thoughts?

I did enjoy writing this and I've got a good idea of where it could go, lemme know if you want more, I am loving this couple tooooo much. thanks to colubrina as her awesome tomione fics got me onto them.

pls fav/follow, review and all that jazz, always appreciated. also check out my other tomione fics, my one-shot 'mr sandman' and my multi-fic (in progress) 'paradox'

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