Chapter the 10th

"I'm sorry Harry, but that kiss meant nothing to me. I wish it did, but you're still just a friend. I'm so sorry."

Harry didn't know what to say. He just stared at her. How could she do that to him? That was the final straw.

"We are all gathered here today to mourn the death of Harry Potter. And now, here is Hermione Granger to deliver the eulogy."

"Harry Potter was an amazing friend. He was going to do great things in life. A prophecy foretold that he was to either murder of be murdered. I suppose that the prophecy was true. He murdered and was murdered. Too bad it was him that did the all killing. He was supposed to save us all, and we couldn't even return the favor. Without him, we're all in trouble, and it's all our fault." said Hermione, trying to hold back the tears. She walked to the casket and said "I'm sorry Harry. It's entirely my fault. I really did love you. I wish I could take it back."

She kissed the cold body and took her seat and cried.

(A/N Omg, this next part is so clichéd, but I don't care! Harry can't die!)

All of a sudden, Harry shot up from the casket. He looked about like he was on another planet. "What happened?" he said groggily, like he had just woken up from a nap.

"HARRY!!!!!" screamed Hermione. She ran over to the casket and gave him a hug. She was crying and screaming and saying "I'm so sorry!" over and over again. Ron walked up too. It looked like he had been crying more than Hermione. "Harry." That's all he said. And then he gave him a hug too. There they stood. Three best friends. Together again.

No one knows how Harry came back. Maybe it was fates doing. Maybe the prophecy was going to happen, no mater what. All that Harry knew was that he had gotten a second chance, and that he'll never touch an exacto-knife again.

The End