On My Own
Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter.
From Me: The first two or so parts are kinda depressing. But it wouldn't be very good other wise. It all comes together in the end. Hope you enjoy it.
"I love you, Harry. Please take care of James." Those were Hermiones' final words before death took her. The lovely chestnut eyes he'd been looking into became cold and lifeless. The hand he'd been holding became suddenly stiff. Harry hadn't left Hermiones side once. It had been a long haul. From when the cancer was diagnosed until now. Harry'd taken care of her for one year. She was at a muggle hospital for the first year. She knew she was dying, and she wanted to die at home. She wanted to be where the shadows of happy memories had danced on the walls. Harry decided to do it. So for the last year, they had been living on borrowed money and Mrs. Weasley's meals. Now she was gone. Leaving, life, Leaving baby James, and most of all leaving Harry. Harry couldn't leave her, not even now. He sat over her crying hard. His whole life had been her for a long time. Now, he only felt empty. He stroked her cold hand gently. He was on his own.
Mrs. Weasley was, at the moment, playing with baby James. She'd gotten him tired enough to go to bed. Finally asleep, she headed down to the living room. She'd had him since the sudden decline in Hermiones health. James was the spitting image of Harry, except for his eyes. They were the lovely deep chestnut of his mothers. Mrs. Weasley had had James for about a month. She never grew tired of him though. All her children had left home. All except Ron. Ron was making a fortune. He'd started a home business to help his sick father. This took a lot off Mrs. Weasleys mind. Seeing as she had to prepare meals for Harry and the family, care for baby James, and keep the house clean. Having Ron around made her feel better. As she took a seat in a comfortable chair, Ron ran in. "This just came mum. From Harry." Mrs. Weasley took it and read it silently. She set it down thoughtfully, trying to process everything it had said. Ron was wondering if she was okay. "Mum?" he said, waving his hand in her face. She suddenly flew out of her seat and grabbed for her coat. "What's wrong?" Ron asked urgently. Mrs. Weasley put on her coat and answered, "Hermione's dead." Then apparated.