Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Rowling owns the characters and most of the ideas as well but I suppose some ideas are mine.
She knew he did all that he could. She knew he fought his hardest and he did what he set out to do. He fulfilled the prophesy, he saved them all. All except himself. The young man who was injured beyond repair, who was born to be a hero had fallen. In a way he fell at the hand who took many lives before his. The lives of his parents, of his friends, of his professors and ultimately his own. But the evil man who many feared was killed by this young wizards' wand.
As tragic as Harry's ending was it seemed fitting all the same, for finally this tortured soul would rest. Perhaps he would find the peace and happiness he deserved. As much as he deserves this rest he will be mourned. Yet she is lost. She knows he deserves this, she had seen his suffering first hand his suffering was personal to her. His pain was her pain, but his falling was not part of their plan together. His defeating Voldomort was, but after that dark cloud had passed they were to have a life filled with happiness together.
He was not supposed to leave her. He was supposed walk through the smoke after he had fulfilled the prophesy and she would run to him, hold him, kiss him, and he would tell her "It's all over now," and give her a broken smile of reassurance. Together they would pick up the broken pieces and mend them as best they could.
She would not lye to her self. She could not lye to her self. Hermione had always been a smart witch. She knew he was gone and that he wasn't coming back, they man she held in her arms was indeed dead. What appeared to be tears on his cheeks had fallen from her face onto his. She sobbed and had the feeling that her chest was going to collapse over her frantically beating heart and that it itself would explode. For a moment she wished it would so that she could be there next to him motionless and dead. And she wouldn't be alone. She damned him for leaving her, and she knew she was being selfish but she could not help the overwhelming feeling of loneliness.
Then as it all began to settle in on her she felt the tugging on her stomach, the feeling that she knows, and recognizes as home sickness, as her sobs became stronger and louder she realized she would never be home again. That her home had been taken and changed forever. She knew it was time to say goodbye when she felt a hand on her shoulder and looking up into the sad yet soothing blue eyes of Headmaster Dumbledore, she nodded her head.
"I know," she said in a broken hoarse voice.
"You must let go now Hermione," He said softly.
"I know," she repeated her voice breaking completely as she held the lifeless body closer to her for one last time and ran her hands through his messy black locks of hair and gently kissed his lips one last time and let out a short scream at the final realization that he truly was gone.
Her hero had fallen.
A/N- Sorry if this upset some of the Harry fans. I love him too but the idea was in my head and I had to get it out. Anyway please read and review it would be appreciated.