Title: The Wall With The Door
Pairings: HG/RW
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the original Harry Potter characters and settings. Everything not owned by her is mine.
Summary: It had always been there.
Key: "…" - Talking; '…' - Thinking

The wall was solid, brick. It was incredibly ugly if you asked me. It held no real significance, for it seemed to be just a wall. It had a door. In the exact center of the 15-foot long wall, was a door. It was plain, black, and never seemed to be noticed. Though the wall has been there since I was younger, I've never seen anyone paint it, put posters on it or anything like that. It's unusual.

I suppose I should tell you about myself. My name is Hermione Granger. I'm 18, bushy brown hair and I'm a witch. I go to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. My best friends were Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, and I was dating, Ronald Weasley. You notice I'm talking in the past tense? Well, let me go on with my story.

This wall was simple. It was just there, and no one ever seemed to notice, or care. They also never seemed to notice when someone went through the door. I never really knew who these people were, and I never really cared either, not until now. Back to the wall. It had nothing on the other side of it; it was simply there to look at. When I was younger, I was terrified of it, and would cross the street before walking by it.

I sometimes saw people opening and entering the door. It was strange, for I never saw them leave again, and there is nothing on the other side of it. They simply seemed to disappear. Now that I know I'm a witch, I now its possible to disappear, but I've never seen it like this before. There was no sound, so it couldn't be apparate, and there is no magical disturbance. It's baffled me since I've gone to Hogwarts. The answers were just not in books.

Now though, I am standing before the door, and now I understand. But let me explain how I've gotten here. Just a few moments ago, I was battling side by side with my boyfriend and best friends. When Voldemort (dark wizard, everyone fears him) threw the killing curse at Harry. He didn't have time to duck, and if I hadn't dived in front of it, he'd be where I am now. I hope Ron won't blame him. I would've forfeited my life for any of my friends, even him.

I guess it's time for me to go. My story is finished. I know I'll see my friends some day, though I hope it won't be anytime soon. I reach out slowly and grasp the doorknob, and turn slowly, absently wondering if anyone has noticed me yet. I open the door slowly and step through doorway. I gasp at the wondrous sight before me.

Fin?

(Note: I'm not sure if I should add another chapter or not. I'll let you decide! My other stories are being updated now, they are just taking a bit longer then I thought they would.)