Warning: Character Death. Angst coming. Proceed with caution :)

Take me Home

by Veneficus3

'Floating, oh it feels so good to float!' She lays unmoving on the cold cobblestone floor. Charms, harmless hexes, even muggle CPR is done to no effect. She lays there. Not moving. Not breathing. "One push, two push, now Ron! Breath some hair into her lungs. She has to breath!"

'Who's shouting? Silly them.' she thinks. "Breath Hermione! BREATH!" a male voice shouts.

'Harry, I'm right here. No need to shout. Breath? But I am. Aren't I? Floating. Yes, I'm floating. Breathing? I'm not sure. My lungs hurt.'

"For Merlin's sake, 'Mione, don't leave us. Live, girl, LIVE!" said another voice more softly.

'Who's he? Ron? Oh Ron, what are you saying? I'm alive, I'm right here, see? Or maybe, I'm not...do I want to be?' doubts plague her mind. Live? Can she? Can she live without...

'Severus...my dark angel. Just like the darkness surrounding me. Will this darkness leave, just like you did? You left me, but...when? Why can't I remember? The fight. You died fighting. When was it? When...oh yessss. A week ago. The evil bastard died, and so did you. I couldn't even, my husband, our child! I couldn't tell you about our unborn child.' a single tear runs down her face. No one notices. It runs, runs down, until it joins other moisture. Salty water, from the lake and from her tears covers were pale, pale face, like a veil or a mask.

"Oh goodness Ron. We're losing her! What was the blasted woman doing on the lake anyway??" Harry says desperate.

'Lake? I was in the lake. I...I slipped when I was sitting down on the edge of the bridge. I slipped, and...I fell. Water. So cold. But why? I was at the party, enjoying...no. I wasn't enjoying it. I was suffocating in the middle of good wishers and pity-filled people. Suffocating. No comfort. No love. No Severus. Out of his arms. He's dead. My soul, he's dead.' the pain on her lungs, is nothing compared to the agony she now felt. A fist, vices around her heart, its hold so powerful, squeezing her remaining life force out of her.

"Come home, 'Mione. Come back to us. Come home." cried a female.

'Ginny, oh sweet Ginny. Home, I don't have a home anymore. Home is where your heart lays, and mine right now, lays ten feet under a tombstone. Around his arms. That's home. His embrace. Do you see him Ginny? He's smiling at me! Waving, calling, bewitching my mind over and over again. He's here! He's...oh Severus! Take me home. I don't want to wait anymore. Take me, and our daughter home. What? For eternity you say? Yes, that's fine. That's just fine by me. Just take me home Severus, you dark bastard. New Year comes tomorrow, but tonight our life begins. Again. Take me home Severus, take me home.' she smiles against the darkness. It doesn't swallow her anymore. It is opening up, letting her pass through a veil of white light. She takes her lover's hand, and smiles. He embraces her, and she is home at last. They walk through hand in hand, leaving behind the anguish and memories floating in the dark night of the living, into the blinding light of the immortal world.

FIM

Disclaimer: HP is not mine. Everything you recognize is J.K.Rowling's and other rich people. If you're in desperate need of...$0.57 cents, and a bubble gum wrapper sue me. If not, well, don't trouble yourself.

A/N: Hullo, everyone. Yes, this is a dark one. It has fluff, but is mainly angst. I hope you like it, thou. By the way, Merry belated Christmas and Happy 2005! I hope every body enjoyed the holidays, especially the food. Yum! Until next time.

P.S.- all the errors (grammar, spelling, etc) you find in this fic, are made by me, and me only. Keep in mind, that English is not my mother language, thou. Happy Holidays.

Veneficus3