Author's Note:No, it isn't H/Hr. Slightly stupid. No spoilers for HBP. This could happen. Again, written on a whim.
Disclaimer: Nothing except the plot belongs to me. The name doesn't belong to me either.
The Girl-Who-Did-Not-Live
She even knew it.
Going into battle she had even said it.
She would be the girl-who-did-not-live.
It was a contradiction to her friend.
Harry told her that wasn't what she would be.
He said she'd forever be known as a hero.
She smiled and replied, "No Harry, that is what you will be.
I'll be the friend who was there but didn't live."
After that she refused to listen to them and urged them to go on and fight with her.
They grimly agreed.
They knew that she may be right.
In the battle they fought their hardest.
Even with the dead witches and wizards laying around them.
Harry was the first to hear the words.
Followed closely by Ron.
"Avada Kevadra!"
The spell hit Hermione square in the chest.
Harry sat at the grave of his best friend.
He had won the war against Voldemort.
But Hermione had been right.
She had become the girl-who-did-not-live.
People disregarded the fact that she had fought in the last battle and that she was a hero.
They were ignorant.
Hermione was a hero.
She had fought bravely, only to lose her life.
She was smart and brave.
Harry gently placed the freshly picked flowers on her grave.
He read the words that were written on the tombstone.
'Forever a hero, not the girl-who-did-not-live.'
Harry gave a hollowed laugh before getting up.
As he walked away, he gave his friend one last farewell, as he set off to begin his new life.