[AN: Ok so I this decided to right more, with help from a friend we decided to write it together, what can I say we love to write! (]

John sat in his office. He read over the tiny note for the hundredth time. He always thought that Black was a bad person, but he himself saw him praying to God. Life was very complicated. First Harry dies now his godfather, why? Why did they die? Sirius may have been in the "Why is life so cruel" grieving process, but why for Harry Potter? Harry had just months before died in Auror/Death eater spell crossfire, got hit in 38 places by various curses and stayed alive for 3 hours before his heart gave out. John knew that Harry might have died but not Black and not by suicide either. The world does get its kicks in very strange ways.

John was the head of the cold case office in the Ministry of Magic. Everyone had their doubts about him though because he was only 16 years old. He was a wizard child prodigy. Graduated 1 year ago too. John had brown highlighted hair, blue eyes and stood at about 6.5 feet. He was also was very skinny too. His bright candy apple red robes seemed to fit his tan completion. No wonder he got so many stares from all the girls at school.

John ran his hand through his hair and bit his lip. This wasn't going well. This was the only case he hadn't solved in 2 days too because Fudge wouldn't accept the facts that Black may have been grieving and not under an imperious curse by a fellow Death eater that hated him because of his higher rank amongst them. Damn Fudge, Damn him to hell!

Just then his water glass picked itself up and through itself at the picture of Fudge that John through darts at when angry at his boss. For God sakes it was a week before Christmas. John walked over to the wall and banged his head as hard as he could on it, many times thinking pain could get some line of thought though to his brain, something to take his mind off of things.

John looked over to his muggle laptop and started playing solitaire. The man had grown quite attached to the material item muggles used, why sometimes he would sit hours after hours playing the small one player game. Another thing was the internet. It was interesting to read of all of the Sherlock Homes stories one cold cases. And all the virtual pets' sites were quite cute and enjoyable, his favorite by far was neopets.com, the creatures were really cute!

Looking at the computer always reminded him of his ex-girlfriend, Hermione Granger. But she had gone of with that Weasley kid! John knew his brother, Percy and he had informed him. Hermione would always sneak away at lunch saying she was studying and had gone to see her boyfriend. They had had one very passionate kiss actually. John remembered the day well.

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Hermione stared at her boyfriend nervously.

"Hermione," Ron said. "Are you ok?"

Hermione stopped staring.

"I'm fine I just feel a little drowsy that's all. I am dreadfully sorry but I think that it would be best if I go to bed." Hermione got up from her chair, went over and gave Ron a big kiss on the lips.

Hermione smiled "Goodnight Honey." And she quickly left the room.

Ron watched her as she went away. That was the 5th this week, he was a little worried and much curios. "Why did she keep doing this?" he wondered. Then thought about Harry. Boy he missed him so much. But why would he risk his life for them. As he remembered seeing him die he looked away in despair.

Harry was battling other death eaters when Hermione was hit by a spell and knocked unconscious he had run over to Hermione when and Harry did the same. As I sat by Hermione a shot barely missed us. Harry had stood up to fire but then it happened I sat there with Hermione in my hands watching. Because when he stood up both Auror/Death eater sides had already fired not knowing he was there. He had been caught in crossfire with various spells hitting him in various places. It was painful to watch him die. I hadn't herd from Sirius for 2 weeks also. It was like the world was falling apart around me and my friends.

Voldemort, think about him! His fault, his fault, his fault! I just have to keep telling my self that or I'll blame myself, and then Ill be no help to the world. He keeps on picking my friends of one by one. I looked at the mirror in front of me and saw Sirius's head sitting in it, Looking very tired. I jumped back and clutched the arms of my chair, resulting in me getting a very big bruise on the back of my neck.

"why'd you do that?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, I just had a very important message for you!"

"Ok, tell me then."

"Tell Hermione has to stop this instant, I know it will bring me and Harry back to life but she doesn't need to go and kill herself. Tonight is the full moon Ron, stop her."

Sirius's head disappeared.

I shook my head in panic, "WHATS SHE GOING TO DO SIRIUS?" I yelled. I raced around Hogwarts trying to find her. "HERMIONE!" every few minuets I would call her name, "HERMIONE! WHERE ARE YOU!"

I reached the Astronomy tower and burst in Hermione was in there, A black bladed sword in her hand a hole in her heart.

"Hermione" I sobbed quietly.

"Ron, I. I. love you."

"No, no no no!" I said "Your not dead, not dead, you hear?"

I pulled her slightly bloody, limp body towards me and embraced her. Her flesh was cold her lips purple. I opened one of her eyes they were hard and glazed over.

I backed up against the wall so Hermione was sitting against me and my head was resting in her hair. Hermione's lips were parted slightly. Her hair was also wet with my tears.

"Hermione, I love you too." I embraced her cold body more tightly. "You were so brave. I'm sorry I argued so much, I'm sorry I hated you in first year, I'm sorry I called you a snobby know it all." I whispered. "Maybe If I hadn't done or said those things you wouldn't be dead.

A note fell out of Hermione's pocket. A note addressed to me.

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OHHHHH A CLIFFE HA HA! Got yha. I think I'll leave you hanging. A nice cliffe