DISCLAMIER: I own anything that you don't recognize and the plot. JK Rowling owns the rest.

A/N: This is slightly AU, especially in the sense that Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini will be from Beauxbatons Academy and the Golden Trio's archenemy was a guy by the name of Thomas Jacobson. And it had not so many references to magic.

NOW TO THE STORY…

Chapter 2: Dead Harry?

Suddenly a boisterous crowd surrounded Hermione. She was sitting next to a robed man on a throne, and she herself was dressed in a beautiful wrapped garment, a circlet of gold in her hair. Two men dressed in complete gladiator garb walked up to the emperor and his lady.

"HAIL mighty Emperor of Rome and his beautiful bride, the lovely Lady Hermione. Wish me luck in this fight to the death!" said the man standing before her, pausing slightly at her name. He looked so familiar to her, but through the helmet she couldn't make out who he was. Both gladiators brought their right hand to their chest and bowed to her and her handsome companion. She turned to him.

"Who are these men? One of them is foreign but the other appears to be a general from our own land, is he not? " It felt as if she was a spectator in her own body, as she asked her "husband" sweetly.

"Yes my love, do you not recognize him?" she shook her head gently so the golden circlet would not fall from her hair.

Husbands POW

'She does not remember him? That is odd that, she would not even recognize him. It will make this all the more easier for me, especially if he dies like he is supposed to. I do not think that I could bear to see her hurt or cry; I love her so much. Its good that she cant remember. '

End Husband's POW

"You may soon remember but now it is good that the knowledge alludes you." he smiled as he spoke the expression on his face reminded her horribly of a Cheshire cat, evil, mysterious and haunting, yet with a resignation. He rose from his seat, his silvery blonde hair glittering in the sunlight, he raised his arms majestically, he bellowed to the great mass.

"Let the match begin!" The two gladiators lunged at each other with certain urgency, the gladiator that seemed so familiar seemed to be fighting for his life, and he was not there on his own free will. He was the first to receive a wound but soon repaid his opponent. Hermione felt eyes on her and looked around to see her husband studying her, waiting for her reaction.

"Why are you staring at me so intently, darling?" she inquired sweetly. "Is there something wrong with the way that I look?"

" No of course not, I was jut thinking how lucky I am to have married you I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have married you." He said.

Suddenly the crowd went wild with a deafening cheer, the familiar gladiator had received a fatal wound. As if on impulse Hermione ran down the stone steps before anyone could stop her. Running to the fallen gladiator's side, she moved his head so that it rested on her lap. She gently took off his helmet,

"Oh my God, No, No ...This cant be happening!" She exclaimed. It was Harry, she was sure of it. He looked at her reaching towards her face, "I will ALWAYS love you, and if the Gods grant my wish, you will be mine in our next lives." And with that, he died. Tears falling freely from her eyes, She then saw herself taking his knife and plunging it into her heart as her 'husband' desperately tried to stop her, love shining from his silverfish – blue eyes. Everything went black for Hermione once again as she felt herself slipping away.

A/N Hope you enjoyed the Chapter 2….Please Review and let me know what you think!