A/N: Wow! This story rocks doesn't it:) I see some people felt bad for Harry, well if YOU READ THE AUTHOR NOTES FOR THE FIRST CHAPTER I said this would end r/hr! I NEVER said h/hr wouldn't be happy! But yes, they will suffer slightly for not being able to be with each other. I SAID BEFORE this is NOT going to be a happy ever after story for h/hr. Obviously, Rowling, Emerson and Melissa said so themselves (stupid interview) h/hr will NOT be together! I do have faith though, trust me. Always have and forever will. Well, read and review! Enjoy:)
It was the morning after; the sun shined its glorious rays through the window upstairs. In this exact room, were two people desperately in love. They had each other, there worlds evolved around one another, but no one knew it. They couldn't be together like they planned to, this wasn't a fairy tale. Harry wished it was, sitting up in the bed she shared with Hermione. It was a brand new morning, once everyone was dressed and out this door, Harry and Hermione were a thing of the past. She was to be Ron's, hell he did propose to her! Why? He kept asking himself, tears flowing in an odd pattern. Each tear held a story, of pain, suffrage, and regret. He should tell Ron how he felt about Hermione. She doesn't love him enough to be his wife! Harry should be the one to stand in the tuxedo and watch her gracefully walk down the aisle, looking more like an angel with each step. He was to be Ron's best man, he didn't decide it, she did. She wanted him to be there, she told him to pretend like she was walking to just him. Just Harry, tears fell even more. He wiped his eyes and sniffed as he sobbed silently inside to let her sleep. He turned his head to look at her, her hair sprawled on the pillow and her arms arched slightly laying to the sides of her head. He admired the way she looked, so peaceful and heavenly. But how could she sleep so soundly when in less than 24 hours she will be Ron's? He sobbed even worse and he lost the battle of keeping it in. She awoke quickly, her already sensing his pain. She sat up, and the heavenly look on her face was gone. It filled with sorrow and pain and she could do no more but hold him. She pulled him towards her, him holding on tightly. His tears soaked her shoulder, and all she could do was cry. They sat in pain, crying while the world continued to turn. She rubbed his back, tracing hearts on his back and tracing in H/HR in them. He enjoyed the feeling, sensation running from head to toe. She stopped and he pulled away slightly and kissed her. They kissed, hands roaming everywhere, for this were to be their last time together. She promised not to cheat on Ron, after all she remains to this day a true friend. People like her are so rare, for she had everything. Brains and beauty, and no one seemed to notice this but Harry. She rested her forehead on his, her kissing his tears away when she could.
"I'm sorry Harry."
She couldn't speak any more, her throat was in pain and her heart was breaking.
"This isn't fair." He whispered, pulling away, still holding on to her.
"I know. But we can't do anything about it. I wish things were different, I really do."
"Then why don't you run away with me?"
She looked up at him, eyes wide in shock. He looked back, searching her soul for hope and agreement.
"Run away? What about-"
"Voldemort? We'll take care of him first and afterwards we'll run away. On your wedding night, we can go anywhere you want! No one has to accept us."
She pulled away from him completely, standing up and walked towards the window. They sat in silence, not knowing exactly what to say.
"Harry, that's crazy! Stop talking like this. I'm not going anywhere."
He hated this, he couldn't take it anymore. If being sweet to her wasn't going to work, he made an alternative choice.
"If you want to marry that bloody git then fine! I just want you to know, your killing me day by day. Once your married to that foul-mouthed git I'll be dead forever and it'll be all your fault."
He stood up now, anger rising and tears forming. He shut his eyes and fought them away, he couldn't cry right now. He had to be strong, like he's been all along. She turned around, mouth opened, shock by his harsh words.
"Excuse me? I'm killing you day by day? Hello? How do you think I feel? You think I want to be with Ron? He'll be same old Ron in no time, trust me! My heart's slowly breaking because I can't have you! I want you more than anything, but I can't have you and that's what kills me."
"THEN WHY DON'T YOU RUN AWAY WITH ME?"
Harry was red in the face, fist formed by his sides and she backed away a little, scared of his presence.
"I CAN'Y HARRY!"
"WHY THE HELL NOT?
"BECAUSE I CAN'T!"
She was crying, him till fighting his own tears. She fell to her knees, burying her head in her hands. Harry watched her, the red in his fading away and his anger falling down. He watched her, no longer fighting the tears and he walked towards her.
"Why can't you just accept that?"
He stopped walking, she stood up looking at him. She sniffed, running a hand threw her tangled hair.
"Because I can't live without you."
He cried, praying for her to just wake up already and tell him ok. Ok, let's run away and forget about the world around us.
"I have to go Harry. We have a big day ahead of us. I advise you to get dress so we can get a early start."
She walked towards the door, brushing pass Harry. He just there, unable to move. How could she do this to herself? He turned around, grabbing her arm. She stopped moving, but didn't turn to face him. Her head was down and he saw her tears fall to the floor.
"Please Hermione, don't do this to yourself."
She still didn't up to him, instead she pulled her arm away and wiped her eyes.
"Can we just focus on today please? We have a huge war to fight. Let's just think about that ok?"
Without another word, she opened the door and walked out. Harry stood there, speechless and defeated.
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Hermione went downstairs, each step causing pain through her entire body. She sobbed quietly, just in case Ron found her like this he wouldn't ask questions. She hated herself for not going to Harry. She failed, she was supposed to save him. It was her job, she always did. Today she didn't, she didn't even save herself. She had to marry Ron, their path of life was all set. That's why she said yes to him, she knew Harry was just a friend. Ron fancied her since their 4th year, the Yule Ball explained it all. Besides, Harry had his eyes on Cho and then on Ginny! He and Ginny were made for each other, just like Ron and her. Right, just one big happy Weasley family?
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
She looked up to see Ron, his face etched with concern. She knew her face was all red, her eyes swollen from crying so much. She forcefully wiped her eyes, trying to think of a excuse.
"Nothing, it's just today's not a god day."
She knew it worked for Ron quickly pulled her in. He hugged her, she just stood there with her arms to her sides. He pulled away, kissing her on her cheek.
"It's going to be ok. Trust me."
She forced a smile and walked passed him to complete her steps downstairs. Ron turned to watch her, feeling sorry and saying a small prayer in his head for her to survive and be ok. Then, he went upstairs to find Harry. He found the room with the door ajar, he knew being sneaky was wrong but he didn't want to just barge in there, especially when he was crying. Ron tip-toed to the door, watching through the small crack with his eye. He saw Harry pacing, heads running threw his hair and he was half-dressed.
"This isn't bloody fair, she need me! Not him! She'll never need him, but she says it's for the best. The best my ass!"
Ron was shocked, who was he talking about? Hermione quickly rushed in his mind but he pushed it away. He didn't love her, did he? He watched some more.
"Damn him! I'll kill him today, make it look like an accident. Then she can weep and could possibly realize now we can be together!"
Ron was scared, wanting to run downstairs and get Hermione to check this out. He heard Harry laugh, then suddenly stop in front of what looked like a mirror.
"What am I saying? Ron's my pal, I can't do this to him. Fine, if he wants her then so be it."
Ron was stunned, he was talking about Hermione! He couldn't believe it, he really did love her! But how? When did this happen? He suddenly caught something lying on the edge of Harry's bed. He couldn't see well so he kept moving his head to get a clearer view. He saw a good piece of it, and saw a shirt that looked very similar. Suddenly, a body blocked his view and jumped back.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Harry was pissed, his eyes were red and he could he dried tears on hid face. Ron stood up, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Nothing, just wanted to tell you were going to be leaving in about an hour. The Order will be here soon to help us."
He watched Harry, seeing him avoiding eye contact. Ron wanted to ask him about Hermione, but he didn't know if it was safe enough.
"Anything else?" he asked, anger rising.
"DoyouloveHermione?"
Ron spit the words, not being able to stop him. Harry snapped his head up, finally making eye contact. His eyes were wide in alert, and this worried Ron.
"What did you say?"
Ron took a deep breath and repeated his question.
"Do you love Hermione?"
Harry's eyes were even in more shock, his mouth falling open. He was speechless and this made Ron very pissed.
"You do don't you? You're jealous of me, that's why we've been awkward around each other."
Harry couldn't say anything, his feet were planted to the floor. How did, that sneaky little git was listening to him just seconds ago!
"Were you listening to me? Spying on me now Ron?" Harry was now pissed, standing in front of a boy whose face was redder than his hair.
"Yes, and you can't have her. She's mine."
"It's not like she wants it. Beside, what would you care about how I feel about her? If you even did, you would see how much alike we are compared to how unalike you two are!"
His fists were in the air, causing Ron to back up.
"We have much in common thank you!" Ron stood his ground, forming smaller fists to his sides.
"NAME THEM YOU SELF CENTERED ASSHOLE!"
"O I WILL, YOU SON OF A B-"
Hermione had ran upstairs, hearing the commotion between them. She ran up, placing her self between the two boys.
"STOP IT! JUST STOP IT!"
She pushed Ron away, and Harry quickly pushed her aside, wanting to kill Ron. He went at him, his hand pulling out Ron's hair.
"OI!"
Ron jumped over Hermione, punching Harry in the face. Harry tumbled back, falling against the wall. He went to get up, but couldn't for Ron was on top of him. They started fist-fighting, missing and hitting every other time. Harry had a perfect aim for his chest and went for it. He went to swing his arm and before he knew it, his arm stopped. He couldn't move it, and Ron was stuck as well. Harry shifted his eyes over to Hermione, who had her wand pointed at him, her eyes filled with tears and a bleeding lip.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?"
They tried saying something, but their mouths refused to move. She performed a spell and they could freely move again. Harry put his arm down, watching Ron quickly getting off and both fixing themselves.
"When were you going to tell me?"
Ron was the first to speak, tears in his eyes. Hermione looked at him, her face full of shock and fear.
"Tell you what?"
"You love Harry? You want him more than me?"
Harry watched her closely, wondering what she was to say next. He would take no part in this, it was her ultimate test. If she loved him, she would tell Ron so and come to him. There was no other way around it, she either wanted him or didn't. He hoped she would make the right choice.
"I- Harry-" she stammered, fidgeting and struggling. She looked over at Harry, who looked at her, expression expectations. She knew he wasn't helping, she was in this hole all alone. Since he wanted to act like a jerk, she did the same. She looked back at Ron, walked towards him, and pulled him in as she crushed her lips against his. Harry watched, his heart shattered completely. He stared in disbelief as his two former friend were making out! Why did she do that, why didn't she do it his way? She did love him right? All the times they shared? Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Love is saying goodbye. He couldn't watch anymore so he ran. He bolted through the door and he ran. He had no idea where to go, nor did he care. He had nothing left to live for tin the world, right now he could care less if Voldemort came and wiped out the wizarding world. At least he would be away from the pain that Hermione was causing him. He ran, his legs seemed to know exactly where they were going. Soon he was exhausted, and he stopped running. He bent down panting, gasping for air. Then he slowly rose up, and saw his destination. It was Godric Hollow, why he decided to come here he did not know. He walked towards the home in front of him, his mind racing through foggy memories. Each step he took, pain shot through his scar. He sighed in pain, rubbing fiercely at his scar. He finally reached the front door, and he opened it. The inside was a complete mess, and dust covered it. It was old, and looked very ancient. He stepped inside, forgetting to close the door. This place looked very similar to him, but he couldn't figure out why. He knew he's seen this room before, but his brain drew a blank. He walked around, being careful not to touch anything. He then walked upstairs, his scar started hurting again. He ignored the pain, and continued. He reached the top, and looked to the side. Suddenly a wave of flashbacks were screaming in his head. Harry fell to his knees, grabbing at his head.
"Run Lily! Take him and run!"
Lily was running as fast as her feet could take her. She didn't want his, she knew she was doomed. She wanted her and James to have a happy family. She ran upstairs to get him. He scooped him in her arms and ran back out. She saw to her horror James fall to the floor lifeless in defeat. She cried for him, and Voldemort gained on her. She ran back in his room, closing the door and facing away from it. She kissed the baby's forehead and whispered "I'm so sorry. I love you." She then put him back in the crib. The door flew open and the dark lord stood there with his wand pointed at her.
"Move aside you silly girl."
"No, please don't kill him!"
"I said move aside!"
"No, kill me! Kill me not Harry!"
He then raised his wand and performed the spell that had Lily falling lifeless to the floor screaming for Harry.
"NOOO!" Harry screamed, seeing very image like a short movie. The picture was clear, he knew why he remembered this place. This was the home (hiding) of his parents. He was on the ground, head about to burst with memories. His tears were falling, each tear getting bigger and bigger. His scar was burning like fire, and all Harry could think of was how to make this all stop. His eyes were shut, his brain going into another place in time.
Lily was pacing in the baby's room. She was thinking, writing things down on a notepad. James came in the room and she ran to him. They hugged and all they did was talk. It was useless talk, none of it made sense. Of course Harry couldn't understand them, they just talked and laughed. James kissed her before both leaving, hand in hand.
Harry saw even more of his parents. His scar was on fire and he was sure he was about to die. Suddenly, his body was normal again, his scar no longer burning. He was on all fours, unable to move and taking deep breaths. He was light-headed and felt sick to his stomach. He turned his head and vomited on the floor. It lasted mere seconds, then he weakly wiped his mouth and stood up. He had no idea why or how those memories got there. He had no idea about them until now. But why now? He looked up and saw the door in front of him. He walked inside and saw the crib in the corner. His cheeks were wet and he slowly walked towards the crib, trying his best not to faint. He made it, and held on to the side of the crib for support. He looked at it, crying and wishing someone would be here with him. He was here all alone, and this was a great time to have a true friend near by.
"Harry?"
His eyes widened, he knew that voice from his memories. His body was cold, and he had a felling the person behind him wasn't even real. He turned around, and gasped as he saw the image of his mother.
"Mum?" he whispered, barely making out the word.
She nodded her head, and Harry covered his mouth with his hands. He choked in and cried. The faint appearance of his mother walked towards him. She was inches away from him and he didn't know if falling towards her would be safe.
"I've missed you Harry."
"I've missed you too. I've always wanted to see you. I love you and dad so much."
Lily smiled and put her hands on his shoulders. He slowly stepped forward and she pulled him in for a hug. He hugged her, crying for the years of seeing only her pictures. She was actually hear, and no mirror was in his way.
"Harry dear. I'm so proud of you."
"Mum, I've missed you so much."
She looked at her son, admiring the years that she watched him and how he has grown.
"You've become so much like your father. We've been watching over you dear."
"How come you didn't do this before?"
"Because before you didn't have a special and dangerous task ahead of you. Harry, today is a very dangerous day for you and your friends."
He suddenly realized he had forgotten all about Hermione and Ron back at the Black house.
"They don't need me. I was only put in this world to rid of Voldemort. After that, if I even survive I'll have nothing left to live for."
Lily's mile faded, and she looked very upset.
"That's all you think? I brought you into this world just to kill a dark lord? After that, you have no loved one to run home too?"
"No…my only loved one ran off to marry my friend. She doesn't even love him!"
"Are you sure she ran off with him? Don't you listen when she talks to you?"
"Yeah, she told me love is saying goodbye."
"Are you sure of it? I'm sure there's a message hidden from within Harry. You just have to find it."
Lily pulled away from her son, and her ghostly appearance started to fade.
"Mum, wait! Don't leave me!"
"I'm sorry, I'll be watching over you. I've always have."
With that, she was gone. Harry watched, wondering what she meant by a message hidden from within. He stared, frozen and unable to move. His mother's word had hit him hard, yet they made no sense to him. She said he has a loved one to run too, if so who? It's not she runs to her loved one.
"Harry?"
Another voice was heard from behind him. He knew this one, it hurt him to hear her speak.
"It's you."
He couldn't look at her, she proved he meant nothing to her.
"I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't mean too. But you weren't being very fair yourself."
He still stood there, unable to move.
"I was fair! I didn't get in your face and tell you to bugger off!"
"No! But you didn't help or even try to tell Ron you love me! What are you ashamed?"
This made him pissed, he immediately turned around, red from head to toe.
"ASHAMED? YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT BEING ASHAMED! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY THAT ABOUT ME! LOOK AT YOU!"
She stared in disbelief, at a loss of words. He was right, she had no right to tell him he was ashamed. She was the exact way, and he already knew it. She made a huge mistake saying yes to wrong, and now look at the mess she has caused.
"I- I'm sorry. Your right, I have not right to say that to you."
She cried, unable to hold herself up. Harry ominously ran to her, catching her before she fell. She held on to him, both groping for one another letting the world around them fall.
"I'm so sorry Harry. I'm all wrong inside, it's not Ron I love, it's you. I should've told him awhile ago. I just thought you were going to lose the war and I didn't want to marry you and then live without you the rest of my life. I would be miserable, I thought maybe loving someone lese and waiting for you afterwards was better. I was wrong, I was so fucking wrong. I love you, no matter what happens to you. I'll always love you to the day I die."
He didn't have to hear anymore, his broken heart was partly healed. He reached for her, sinking his lips in hers, him pushing her against him. They kissed for the sorrow they caused, the rage they caused, and the fact that nothing will tear them apart. They soon parted, gasping for air.
"I love you Hermione."
"I love you too."
They kissed again, and soon left the Hollow hand in hand. On the way back to the Black house, she had asked about why he went to that house and he told her about the memories and seeing his mother. She cried in surprise, wishing she were there with him. They arrived, and both dropped her jaws in shock as they saw the house in front of him in flames.
"RON!" They screamed, running towards the house. Harry ran, holding on to her hand damning himself if he lets go. They ran, trying best to avoid the flames. Hermione was frantic, screaming for Ron and looking for him. Harry was doing the same, no longer having the feelings of wanting him dead. They looked around the outside of the house, finding the back of the house swarming with death-eaters.
"Hermione! My wand, I don't have it!"
She pulled hers out of her back pocket and cried Accio Harry's wand! The wand flew from out one of the burning windows and he caught it.
"Find Ron! I'll help the Order!"
Hermione pulled him for one last kiss before running away to find Ron. Harry ran the opposite way, helping the order against the death eaters. He bumped against Lupin.
"Harry! Where have you been?"
"Long story, where's Ron?"
"I don't know. Voldemort inside the house."
Harry didn't need to hear any more for he ran inside the house, running away from the flames. It was hard to breath, and Harry found himself constantly gasping for air. He made it to a room that was yet to be touched by the fire. He went in it, and closed the door. He turned around and backed to the door as the face of Nagini was in front of him. It hissed and went to strike, missing Harry by the hair. He rolled over to the side, pulling out his wand and yelling out a spell. It hit the snake, but it seemed to have no affect on it. He kept calling spells, mind running out of them. The snake was thrown around, but it still wasn't good enough. Harry was hit with its tail several times, causing bloody wounds and severe cuts. He was flipped behind a bed, on the floor trying his best to avoid Nagini. He waited to hear the hiss and once he did, he knew the location and he jumped up screaming the killing curse with the thought of pure hatred and the love he had for Hermione. The spark was bright green and red and when it hit Nagini, it fell to the floor, moving until finally falling still. Harry smiled in joy, finally glad of ridding the snake and the other Horcux. He ran out of the room, next finding Voldemort to rid of him. He ran with complete determination, knowing exactly what to do and how to kill him. He ran to the other rooms, all oddly not affected by the fire. He suddenly realize, the fire was gone. Hermione he thought, smiling. She always knew the oldest and unknown spells known to wizards. He ran about, hoping to find not only her, but Ron and Voldemort himself. He ran around, finding little death eaters that found their way into the house. He came across Tonks, who was fighting a death eater. He helped her and she gave a huge thumbs up, her purple hair brighter than ever. He smiled back and continued hunting for Voldemort. He finally came across a closed door and with his wand at the ready, he kicked the door open. He ran in, and before he could even look inside he was hit with a spell. He flew backwards, and being banged against the wall before falling down. The fall had hurt Harry's back badly, almost breaking it. He stood back up, getting his wand off the floor and running back into the room. He ran in, and ducked as he jumped to a safe corner of the room. He managed to get behind a over-thrown table. He knelt down, hearing the slithering voice of the dark lord.
"Well, Mr. Potter. I'm glad to see you've made it, alive."
"I am alive, and you won't be for long."
He was still behind the desk, not knowing exactly where Voldemort was standing.
"Well, I'm glad you have faith in yourself to stay alive, but what about your friends?"
Harry was stunned, and he heard the muffled cries of Ron and Hermione. He stood up immediately, seeing Voldemort holding on to Hermione and Ron by their throats.
"Harry…" Hermione chocked, turning blue.
"LET HER GO! YOUR KILLING HER!" Harry yelled, praying for her to hold on.
Voldemort laughed, watching Harry intentionally as he raised his wand and shot a curse at Voldemort. It hit him, but he did nothing but laugh.
"That tickled," he laughed, tighting his force on Hermione's throat even more. She was gasping for more, unable to gain anymore. Her eyes were closing, she was fading away.
"NOOO!" Harry yelled, running towards him and pushing all his waist on him. Voldemort fell backwards, letting go of Ron and Hermione. She was free, coughing and breathing heavily for air. Harry went to run for her, and right when he got there Ron jumped to her. He watched as Ron held on to Hermione, helping her stand and get to a safe place. Harry watched, him doing his job. Ron had saved Hermione, not Harry. Ron turned, holding on to her and glancing at Harry. Harry stared back, not knowing what to do. Ron looked away, taking Hermione and leaving to find a safe place to hide. Harry turned back to see Voldemort on his feet again.
"You sneaky bastard." Voldemort raised his arm and yelled the killing curse. Harry blocked it, and there lights hit. They were fighting it, Harry' strength weakening each time. Voldemort stood here, untouched and smiling, Harry wouldn't let him win, there was no choice. He thought of Hermione and how he was to live the rest of his life wither and he thought of the ay he loved her. He let that feeling run through his all body and he was able to take the power from his wand and it hit straight at Voldemort's black heart. He fell backwards, falling to the ground dead. Harry was weak, and he fell to the floor. He was lying on the ground, breathing deeply and soon closing his eyes. Before his eyes were closed completely, he saw the blurry vision of Hermione.
