"If you wish to see your dear Lovegood before she perishes, enter the portal."

A black hole imerged infront of Harry. It was deep and the wind surged through it, sifting through Harry's hair. It blew his hair back to reveal his scar; his lifelong curse.

Ron shot an uncertain glance at Harry. Harry looked back, determination coursing through his eyes, and faced the portal. He took a deep breath, and stepped through.

His heart said,

'I'm not going to let you slip through my fingers Hermione.'

Ron followed immediately after him. He would not have the burden of guilt over Hermione or Luna's death; not when he could help.

Hermione would always have his heart. His feelings for her still ran deep. Each time he saw Harry and Hermione together, he still yearned for it to be himself that she smiled for. Ron wanted her to be happy and if being with Harry made her happy, he would be content and not interfere.

Hermione's body ached. It ached for Harry's gentle touch. Her lips ached for another kiss, and her heart ached for him to flash his heart-breaking smile at her one last time. Gashes on her arm multiplied each time she and Luna fought against Voldemort's threats. Terror circulated through her pained eyes. She was bait alongside Luna.Voldemort was sure that Luna was key in bringing Harry straight to him.

Hold on,

If you feel like letting go.

Hermione felt as though she had spent a hundred years in the cold cell.

Hold on,

It gets better than you know.

Using what little strength she had, she looked over at Luna. Luna was unconscious again, but alive, thankfully. If only Luna had came in the common room a few minutes later, she would have not been here;bloody, battered and the being the so-called "key" to bring Harry to his death.

Don't stop looking,

You're one step closer.

Hermione's thoughts once again turned to memories of Harry, Ron and herself. Flashes of creeping through the halls under Harry's invisibility cloak, sitting in the common room while Harry and Ron played chess, and many more images drowned her. Her eyelids fell and the last memory she saw before slipping into a much needed slumber, was Harry, his hand clutching the golden snitch. He was beaming at her.

Tears slipped down the sides of her face. She heard them splash to the floor. Death suddenly had such appeal. Part of her wanted to quit. Stop altogether; She would be reunited with her parents once more.

Don't stop searching,

Its not over.

Another part demanded her to rage on. Her friends needed her; Harry couldn't survive without her.

Hermione didn't want the memory of Harry and Ron to die. She never wanted to forget them. She still had a lifetime ahead of her to learn from and experience. She hadn't had the chance to try and drive a flying car, go to Wizarding University, get married, maybe someday have children and even grandchildren. She had so much to give the world, and it had even more to give her.

"I'll never forget." She murmered into darkness of the empty cell.

Hold on.

Draco had reached the end of the woods. His plan had worked perfectly. Crabbe and Goyle had run off and he was left to finally escape. A day had passed since his "death". Dumbledore himself along with the ministry officials would be out searching for his body. Draco was positive that Crabbe and Goyle had notified the Headmaster by now.

Draco was following the train tracks. A simple, yet incredibly convienient spell had given him the running speed of a Firebolt broomstick. He couldn't feel the ground. He was merely gliding alongside the train tracks.

His mind kept floundering over to Hermione Granger. Would his father go after her? Lucius didn't know about her and Potter being in love. Draco felt a pang of jealousy slice through a part of his heart.

He didn't know for sure if his father knew Hermione saved him. In time, Lucius would find out, and Draco knew exactly what would become of the beautiful brunette he secretly loved.

He came to a sudden stop.

How could I be so BLOODY-FUCKING-STUPID? Of COURSE he'll go after her if he finds out! She's the only thing Potter's got to hold onto! Hell, she's now the only thing I'VE got! Somehow, she'll be key in bringing Voldemort to power.

No. They can't. I won't let my father take her away. Not from me; not from this world. I have stop him. I don't know how, but I WILL stop him.

Draco could only do one thing. He had to finish what he started. It was the only way to keep Hermione safe.

He had to find a way to locate her. She would most likely be at Howarts. He knew of a few places where the death eaters used spying artifacts and spells to pinpoint the exact location their victims were at. Draco set on his way to the abandoned death eaters' cabin. It was not far from where he was. He knew this one well. As a child, he had seen his father's map to it.

The cabin was far from any civilization and had many barriers to break through. It was located deep in a murky underwater cave surrounded by a thick forest as widespread as the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

Draco's lips curled up into a sly, triumphant smile.

Another wizard would soon imerge from Draco Malfoy's shadows.

The instant Harry and Ron stepped out of the portal, it sealed itself and disappeared. The feeling of being locked-in struck the two boys and hit them hard in the stomach. Both did their best to ignore it. They had more important things to worry about; Luna and Hermione.

The darkness of the chamber that surrounded the girls seemed to echo their fear and uncertainty. Errie quiteness deafened them, the bitter cold froze every bone in their body. All these elements combined were enough to make anyone go insane.

You're not sure what you're looking for,

But you don't want to no more.

Screaming, hoping, and struggling were useless.

You're not sure what your waiting for,

But you don't want to no more.

But we all bleed the same way as you do.

And we all have the same things to go through…

Hold on,

If you feel like letting go.

I should have never came into your room the first day on the train, Ron.

Hold on,
it gets better than you'll know.

I'm sorry for getting you into this mess that could cost us our lives, Luna.


Don't stop looking,

You're one step closer.

Don't stop searching,

Its not over.

I'm sorry I let you down, Harry.

Hold on.

Harry and Ron's feet touched solid ground.A dozendeath eaters took a step out from the shadows.

"on three," Harry hissed to Ron.

The death eaters slowly began to surround them, like a toxic gas waiting to suffocate a victim.

"One...Two..."

Harry's saviour, his best friend,his love, his Hermione was in peril. He woulddestroy them and all who stood in his path.

A murderous gleamflooded into the boys glares.

"Three."