Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
"Come on you guys smile, it's your last day at Hogwarts." Colin called from behind his camera.
"We are smiling," Hermione, laughed putting an arm around both Harry and Ron. "Come on Colin take a picture of me with these two idiots."
"Hey" Harry said elbowing her in the ribs.
"Well it's true," she teased slapping him on the arm.
Hermione stared at the photograph in her hand. She remembered that day so well. It had been etched into her memory. She had been so happy on that day. Yes, she knew what lie ahead, that it wouldn't be easy, but at that moment, she was happy.
Even Harry was smiling, something that was so rare then.
Mrs Weasley had forced the three of them to return for their final year at school. Harry had fought her to the end, he knew she had no real power but in the end could not bring himself to go against her wishes, in a way his mothers' wishes. He knew that even if he didn't Ron would still have to. Moreover, he would never let Harry and Hermione "have all the fun."
Tears welled in Hermione's eyes as she watched the picture Ron kiss the picture Hermione.
She had loved him so much.
She missed him so much.
All she had left now were her memories and a few photos, like the one in her hand. Everything else was gone.
Ron was gone.
He had been killed nearly a year after the photo had been taken,
It had been Death Eaters. No one was sure who but they knew it was. The Dark Mark had hung over the place where his body lay. Harry blamed himself. Said he should have been there, he should have known, should have, should have………
But that would not bring him back. Nothing ever would.
Just like nothing would bring Harry back.
Hermione had lost Harry the moment they found Ron's body. He changed, he became distant from every one. Including Hermione.
The "war" changed everyone. Harry most of all in Hermione's eyes. He wasn't Harry anymore. He wasn't anyone really. No one knew what had happened to him, him least of all.
He had defeated Voldemort or so it would seem. When the two of them were found, they were both crumpled on the floor. Voldemort was dead. Harry was once again the saviour of the wizarding world. Not that he would know. He didn't know anything. He couldn't remember what had happened.
Harry was insane- no one knew how it had happened and they weren't about to find out any time soon. The only person who knew did not know his own name half the time.
Hermione put herself through the weekly pain of visiting him, but he didn't know who she was.
She had lost him as much as she had lost Ron.
She was alone now.
She looked at her old self stood between her best friend and her lover.
The two people she had cared most about in the world…….
The two people she had lost……
The two people she only had memories and photographs of.
"Everything is going to change now isn't it?" Looking from Harry to Ron.
"Yeah, probably." Ron said looking at her, "But we'll still be here."
"What if you're not?"
"We will be," Harry's voice, said from her other side.
Hermione smiled pulling Harry and Ron closer on either side of her. Happy in the here and now. Knowing that everything was going to change, maybe even tomorrow. Knowing even that Harry and Ron might not always be there for her. But they were with her now.
A/N: Just a little something. It wouldn't leave me alone. I'm not entirely sure about it now. Tell me what you think. Review and I'll give you cookies J