~*Hermione's song*~ (Song-Fic to 'Sally's Song' from nightmare before Chirstmas)

It was a dreadfully dreary day at Hogwarts. The sky was a smokey gray color and a thick haze was in the air almost making it difficult to breathe. As I stared out of the sixth year boy's dormitory window thinking, a frigid breeze blew across my face and made me have the worst uneasy feeling about today. Harry was so set on going to battle Voldermort that day. Dumbledore knew that Harry was the one who had to kill the Dark Lord, even though he was only a mere sixth year. Harry, some Ministry of Magic workers, and the members of the Order of the Pheonix would go to battle with Voldermort and his Death Eaters. And this time, they were convinced that they were prepared. "It will be the last time" he kept assuring me, "We will finish him off today." He told me firmly.



~I sense there's something in the wind

~That feels like tragedy's at hand



"Harry please, please be careful," I begged desperately. Something inside me didn't think actually sending a 16 year old into a battle against an army of Death Eaters was a very bright idea. "This isn't a good idea Harry! You could be killed!"



~And though I'd like to stand by him

~Can't shake this feeling that I have.

~The worst is just around the bend



"I don't care," he said blankly, "He killed my parents, Cedric, my Godfather, and countless other people... If he has to kill me too then...then so be it," he growled, "As long as he ends up dead when the end comes, I don't care." His tone of voice scared me so much. I had never seen him like that. That wasn't that Harry that I knew... and loved.



~And does he notice

~My feelings for him?



Yes, I loved him. I don't think he even had the slightest feeling of love toward me though. But...even if he didn't care for me... Did he know I cared for him?



~And will he see

~How much he means to me?



"I'm going now," he said, standing up from the edge of his bed where we were sitting. He grabbed his wand of the table and stuffed it into his pocket. He was leaving and I couldn't stop him. Nobody could. Just before we left his dormitory, I reached for his hand and he turned to face me. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, catching him off guard a bit. "Promise me...please... That you will come back. I blinked and a tear rolled slowly down my cheek. He just looked at me for a second and nodded before walking down the stone steps of the dormitory.



~I think its not to be.



I followed him down the steps thinking about what I had just done, but more about what was going to happen next. The time had to come, and he was leaving. My best friend, the boy I love, would help determine the destiny of the wizarding world. What would happen if Dumbledore's army failed... and the dark lord came to full power? What if that was the last time I ever felt his soft lips against mine?



~What will become of my dear friend?

~Where will his actions lead us then?



We emerged into the common room and everybody burst into applause for the Boy Who Lived. Ron had slapped him on the back and said, "Beat the bloody hell out of Lucius Malfoy for me, Eh?" They had so much pride in him and they were sure everything would just turn out fine, like always. I wished I could feel the way the rest of his friends did. They "knew" for sure that he would prevail once again. I tried to feel like that as well. But that feeling didn't last. It got pushed out of my mind by thus horrible feeling I had in my heart.



~And though I'd like to join the crowd

~In their enthusiastic cloud,

~Try as I may it doesn't last



I watched him disappear as he walked out of the portrait hole, looking as valiant and determined as ever. 'Will he come back to me? Will he come back at all?' I kept asking myself.



~And will we ever

~End up together?



But he didn't show any expression when I had kissed him...





~No I think not

~It's never to become...



If he doesn't come back I don't know what I will do. I don't think I could stand to have him die for all of us. I ran up to my dormitory and jumped onto my bed, screaming violently into my pillow. If the scream wasn't muffled by the pillow it would have been loud enough to shatter all the windows of Gryffindor Tower. My emotions were swirling around inside me like a tornado. There was anger towards Voldermort. Apprehension for all of the innocent people I knew fighting him, like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, Tonks, Bill, Charlie, Oliver Wood, and Percy. Heart-ache because of my lack of knowing if Harry felt any love toward me at all. And sadness, because for some reason, I could feel inside of me that the outcome of the war would be devastating. I picked my head up out of my pillow and then buried my face in my hands, crying hysterically for Harry. My Harry. I loved him.



~For I am not the one...













(a/n-Hey! So? How'd ya like it? Review please and let me know. I know its kinda short but its my first song fic (actually my first Harry Potter Fic) ever. So let me know how I'm doing and if you think there should be another Chapter or not. Or should I end it there? I dunno. :^) Thanks for reading!)