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Chapter 23 (HAPPY ENDING)
"Hermione!" Draco screamed.
He fell to the ground sobbing. She was dead. It was all his fault too. He loved her and she was the person he ever had really loved. The only person he had ever cared about and he cared about her with all of his heart. It had ripped his heart to shreds just to hurt her, but that wasn't as bad as this. Hurting her wasn't as bad as killing her.
He thought about all the journey the were on. The thousand-step journey to healing. To mending their hearts. To fixing what was broken. Now it was over. It never would be completed.
She would have never lived to know what happiness was again. She would never know that he loved her. She hadn't seen too much in her short life. She had so much left to see. So much left to do. Now she would never be able to do so many things.
No she wasn't dead. She couldn't be. It just wasn't possible for her to be dead. To just vanish like that. He began to believe himself. He denied the fact that she was dead. In the back his head he remembered that the first stage after someone dies was denial. Whether you deny the fact that they are dead for a few hours or years. Denial was the first stage.
He believed the lies that he told himself. He had himself convinced and refused to see the fact that he was bluffing. No she wasn't dead. Don't remember she is dead. Yet when he saw her limp body on the floor it all became reality to him. It was all so real. The tears would continue to roll out. His life was no life without Hermione. His life revolved around her. She was what kept him going. She was what made him strong. She was gone.
Sobbing he walked over to her. Trying his best to ignore the death eater's scorns. Trying his best to ignore them mocking his sobs. Trying to ignore the fact that some of them were gloating about a crucio they had tortured Hermione with. Except they didn't say her name; they said "the mudblood". Did they even know her name? Probably not.
Closer and closer her limp body came. Each footstep he took towards her hurt more. Each footstep seemed harder. With each step the lump in his throat grew bigger. Soon he was standing above her. He sat down on her knees turning her head so he could see her beautiful face. The face that was contorted in pain. The face that broke his heart. The face that had once belonged to Hermione.
He held her head and cried. He held his head back and sobbed. Inside his chest his heart was beating creating a sad melody. A depressing melody that seemed to break his heart with every note. The tune that flowed out through his tears. A melody that was only heart by him. A melody of death.
He killed her. He broke her. He stopped her life with two words. Two words coated poison. Two words that felt like knives. Two words that were deadly. Those two words were "Avada Kadavra". Those two words were the worst words he had ever said. Those two words were the worst words of any language. The surpassed any cuss word or any insult.
The world slowly disappeared to him. First everything was blurry because of all of his tears. Then he couldn't see his eyes were so full of the salty droplets. He became deaf to the world all he could hear was his sobs and his heart singing its sad melody. He couldn't hear the death eaters' snickers. He didn't see them mocking him anymore nor did he see Hermione's dead body.
All he could do was smell the musty room that he was in, taste the salty tears that coated his tongue, and feel the pain. The only two senses did not seem to work at the moment. No he did not lose his sense of sight and his sense of hearing. They were just temporarily gone.
If he wasn't temporarily deaf or blind he would have noticed that he was no longer in the musty room. He would have heard a voice speaking to him. He would have seen someone that he really wanted to see.
And that was Hermione.
It wasn't till she tapped him on the shoulder that he tried to stifle his sobs and he wiped away his tears.
"Hermione?" he asked slowly.
She nodded her heard and smiled.
"Bu... but how?" He stuttered.
"Magic is a strange thing that no one will ever completely understand," Hermione said and with his confused look she continued, "Your tears Draco. Your tears brought me back to life. It is kind of similar to a phoenix's healing powers or Lily Potter's mark of protection on Harry Potter. Your tears were full of love. Full of a kind of magic that can not come out of love. Your tears brought me back to life Draco. Your tears were full of your love for me. The magic in those tears came from a special place."
"Where is that special place?" He asked.
"Right here," she whispered placing her small hand on his chest. Placing her hand over his heart.
Looking around he saw that he wasn't in Voldermort's hideout. He was outside somewhere.
"Where are we exactly?" He asked her.
"I don't know. This was the part of the magic that I didn't get," Hermione explained.
Right then Draco didn't care where he was. He didn't care who was there to listen to them.
"I love you," he told her.
At first her eyes widened and then she replied, "I love you too."
So that was when the thousand-step journey ended. Now they were truly happy. Now he had finished mending her heart.
A/N: THE END! Let me just say this. Thank you, thank you, and thank you. I am so glad that you guys read my story and hopefully enjoyed it. Thank you to my readers, my reviewers, those who compliment my work, and even those who criticize it. Thank you so much. I just can't thank you guys enough! Also I would like to let all of you know that I am going to be writing a new story called "This is MY Cinderella Story". So be sure to check that out and any of my other stories or songfics. BTW feel free to write to me at any time. Just send me a private message from my profile. I will reply to anything you send me.