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I do not own any of the animals, places and characters in this story they all belong to J.K Rowling no one else.

A/N: Okay I know it has taken me ages to post this chapter but it's not my fault, I swear! Stupid teachers giving me all of that horrible homework I'll try and make it up to you I promise!

Chapter 3

Silent Tears

She was standing in the black void again.

HE was there she could feel it. HIS breath was warm against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She spun around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, a sign that he actually existed, but there was no one there.

She folded her arms across her chest. She would wait for this dream to play itself out.

Strong arms snaked there way around her waist, twisted her around, and pulled her close…She opened her mouth to scream but she was silenced with HIS mouth covering hers. HIS lips were so soft she couldn't help herself. Her arms raised and wrapped themselves around his neck pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

HIS tongue lightly brushed against her lip asking for entry, she admitted him…

She woke with a start.

She was still in the old, smelly cab bumping along the road, heading towards Kings Cross Station and her final year at Hogwarts.

She sighed and looked out the window, towards the dreary sad morning. The dream was still playing itself over in her mind.

She could still feel HIS arms around her waist and the taste HIS lips. It was all so real. She shivered.

She didn't know why she was returning to the drafty old castle, there was nothing there for her now.

The cab slowed and pulled up in front of the station. She quickly paid the cab driver and exited the cab, with Crookshanks sleeping soundly in his traveling basket. She grabbed her trunk from the boot and placed it onto one of the trolleys the cab driver had gotten for her. She turned and headed towards the station pushing the trolley in front.

Walking towards the barrier of platform 9 ¾, Hermione stopped, the thought of returning to Hogwarts was overwhelming, seeing all of those people that had been part of her life before the murder, scared her. She almost turned and ran. But remembering her parents and how proud they had been of her when she had gotten into Hogwarts kept her walking.

She walked onto Platform 9 ¾. Her head hang low. Her bushy brown hair covered her face, hiding her from the past. She headed towards the train.

She quickly dragged her stuff onto the train and started looking for an empty compartment.

It wasn't till she was down the very end of the train that she found one. She dragged her stuff in and closed the door behind her. She quickly let Crookshanks out before he started complaining about his habitat, in his annoying high pitched meows. She dropped down into a seat and rested her head against the cool window.

She had made it so far.

Now she could rest, she needed it. Her sleep lately had been plagued by nightmares. Waking her in the early hours and never letting her sleep again till the sunrise.

She lay down on the seat, her head cushioned by her arms. Everything else in the world disappeared only her slow steady breath was all that remained.

"Harry don't do it! Please don't do it! They are all I have left."

She was screaming at him. His head was lowered and his face was screwed up in concentration as two whims battled inside of him. His wand pointed at her family.

They cringed from the sight of it.

The battle was soon over.

Harry faced her parents, a sneer plastered on his face.

"Is this the only thing you care about Hermione? Don't I mean anything to you?"

She started to speak but she was cut off.

"Well if I don't mean as much to you as your parents, well that only leaves one option then doesn't it… I'll have to dispose of the competition than, wont I?"

It was a rhetorical question, he didn't want an answer, and he didn't even wait for one.

He shouted the most feared words in the wizarding world. It would be the last words her parents would ever hear.

"Avada Kedavara".

His words were filled with hate, anger and madness. She screamed as the green light engulfed her parents, they didn't make a noise. She didn't even think they knew what was happening.

She ran towards them, they didn't move. She picked up her mother's head and cradled her in her lap, muttering words of comfort.

Voldemort was standing in the corner of the chamber clapping. His ugly was laughter bouncing of the walls.

Harry faced her.

He had reclaimed authority over his body, but it was too late he couldn't save her parents. Tears slowly slid down his face as he realized what he had done.

She couldn't look at him, tears wouldn't come to her eyes she didn't want to believe her parents were dead, she couldn't grasp the fact that they were.

She still cradled her mothers head, brushing her hair away from her cold, empty eyes. Harry come towards her and stopped a few paces away. She didn't look up. Tears slowly slid down her face.

"Don't ever come near me again Harry Potter," she muttered. "I don't want to see you, Ronald or any of the Weasley family again."

He started to protest but she only shook her head. Not paying him any attention.

Harry spun around and pointed his wand at Voldemort.

"You have ruined my life long enough! You have killed everyone that I have loved or cared for, and if that didn't work you ruined their lives instead! I am sick of you, everyone is! And since I am the only one that can kill you, I think that it is your time to die."

He screamed the bitter words again.

"Avada Kedavara"

She heard Voldemort scream. She paid no attention.

Harry turned back to her.

"Please Hermione, please don't do this!" he was practically crying.

But she just shook her head.

"I don't want to ever see you again, you have ruined my life and if you do ever come near me again, I swear I will finish what Voldemort had set out to do, and kill you my self."

Hermione woke. Silent tears were running down her face leaving tiny tracks down her cheeks. The train had started to move and it looked like they had been going for some time.

"No chance of turning back now is there Crookshanks?"

Hermione whispered to her cat.

Crookshanks was curled up on the other seat sleeping as perusal.

She wished she could do that, sleep when ever you wanted, not having to worry about nightmares waking you.

She stared out the window, the meadows and trees drifted past. It would be a long ride to Hogwarts yet.

Well there you have it!

My third chapter.

It took me awhile but I got it! Go me!

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