A/N: Ooh, another chapter. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and the places… just the plot (kind of). J.K. Rowling, please don't sue me.
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She woke up with a terrible pain in her back. Hermione realized she had fallen asleep on the floor. She looked at her watch and sighed, for she had missed another day of class. Not bothering to brush her hair or straiten out her clothes, she went down to dinner.
She entered the hall, and it went silent. Pitying glances were thrown her way as she walked to the Gryffindor table. She sat down, secluding herself from her fellow classmates, and started to eat.
The hall then continued to talk. But the talk was not in the same cheerful voices as it had been before. Even the ice-cold Slytherins felt it was hard to be happy around such a depressed person.
Without realizing it, her fellow schoolmates started eating faster. Soon, she was left alone, the teachers smiling at her with sympathetic smiles. She soon finished eating and went up to the Gryffindor common room. As she went into it, the room silenced again. She went up to her room to sleep, forgetting about her homework.
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Neville was taken away, an evil grin plastered on his face. He did not even say a word, for he felt as if his work was finished.
Hermione was there, and she was kneeling on the ground next to her dead lover. He soon was taken away too, but she still stayed, wanting to wake up from the terrible nightmare.
It was no dream.
A man came behind her, his blue eyes looking at her sadly. The twinkle in his eyes were gone, replaced with pain.
"Hermione, why don't you go back to your room and rest," he said.
She nodded numbly, and her respect for this man was diminished. He did not save her lover. He was not there. Why wasn't he there?! He had always shown up before, why not now?
"I'm sorry, Hermione," he said.
She went up to her room, still with a numb feeling. When she had left, she heard the teachers talking.
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(A/N: I hate to put this here, but its not a part of Hermione's memory. Just an important part that she missed.)
"How can this be, Albus?" a stern female voice asked him. "Neville Longbottom, killing Harry Potter! What about the prophesy."
"I failed to see a vital part in the prophesy. Neville was also a factor in it."
"But he was eliminated out of the prophesy when He-who-must-not-be-named killed Harry's parents!"
Dumbledore shook his head slowly, as if just realizing it himself. "No. I was wrong. Neville could also have killed Harry and he could have killed Voldermort. And he will. He will avenge his parent's deaths."
Minerva laughed bitterly. "How ironic, that one of the clumsiest, (well, stupid, to be strong) students in the school killed Harry Potter, and will kill You-Know-Who."
"Just as it was ironic that Peter killed his father. I should have seen this. It is a pattern, and it will be stopped."
"I think it already is. Harry has no children."
"Not yet," Dumbledore said. "Not yet."
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Hermione woke up sadly. It was a Saturday, and she did not have to worry about going to classes, or missing them. She went down to the lake.
She sat in an open area, alone. She soon started crying again, not knowing why. She sobbed and sobbed, wanting everything to be better.
Two strong arms wrapped around her, protecting her, holding her. She leaned back into his arms, not knowing who he was. She sobbed in his chest, which was surprisingly muscular.**
She stayed there, crying, but surprisingly, she felt a bit better. She looked up to see her savior's face.
She gasped. It was—
A/N: Haha. I know, I know cliffies bite. But really, there fun!
Never fear though, that means I have to write sooner. It is a rule. Thanks to all my reviewers:
Usha88: You don't have to wait anymore. Well, except for chapter four! Really, you think it's cool?!
insanehpluver: I'm glad you love it! I wrote more.
Cara the Mord Sith: I didn't know I could write depressingly. I'm happy you think it was. And actually, I always thought Neville would kill Harry.
**Aiya! This was even worse than the last mushy line! You'll see why when I say who it was…