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TAKES PLACE AFTER THEIR 5TH YEAR…NOT CONSIDERING WHAT HAPPENED IN THE BOOK.

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Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

-Concrete Angels

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I was sitting under a tree in front of the lake. Beside me, was Ron and Ginny, both comforting each other, and around the tree, right opposite where I was sitting, was Neville and Luna. The sky was a beautiful shade of orange, and the sun was just about to set completely.

I could hear Ginny's sobs from where I was sitting. Together, we mourned for our lost friend, Hermione Granger.

We could hear Professor McGonagall announcing the loss, and the Hogwarts students didn't seem to make a fuss about it.

They were probably happy, except for the Gryffindors, and especially the Slytherins, that she died. No one would be there to answer the hardest questions in class, and get ten house points for doing so. There was no more meddling mudblood. No more know-it-all. No more long lectures about doing homework. No more Hermione.

FLASHBACK

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and whispered, "Accio Quill."

He started to write on a piece of parchment, when his head bobbed up again.

"I know this is late. But who can tell me where the word 'Accio' came from?"

Immediately, Hermione dropped her quill, and stopped writing, and her hand shot up.

"Yes, Miss Granger!"

"Accio is a Latin word, meaning to call, or to summon." She answered proudly.

"Very good! Ten points for Gryffindor!"

She continued to write on her parchment, satisfied.

"Honestly, Hermione, how do you know those things?" Ron asked her.

"Well, back in my old muggle school, I took up Latin."

"But where do you store it all?"

"Ron, there's a thing called a brain."

"I KNOW THAT!" Ron shouted, making the class stare at him. "Sorry."

"What are you laughing at?" Ron decided not to continue the conversation.

All I could do was laugh silently.

END OF FLASHBACK

I mumbled through gritted teeth. This was all my fault. Why the bloody hell didn't I realize it before?

She was the one who was always there. She was a shoulder to cry on. But now that she's gone, I can't do anything about it.

I did defeat Voldemort, but I ended up losing something I never seemed to notice before.

I am such a bloody git!

"Harry, we're going back, now. Would you want to come? The ceremony's over anyway." Neville asked me, as Ginny and Ron stood up.

"We're all going back." Luna added.

"No. I'm staying here." I replied.

"Would you want us to bring you anything?" Ginny asked, wiping a tear off her eye.

"No." I continued.

"Alright, then. Just come back to the common room when you feel like it."

Silence.

I saw them leave, hearing their footsteps on the wet grass.

The rain was pouring, now, but I was sheltered under the tree.

FLASHBACK
"Run, Hermione!" I commanded. I couldn't help but smile at her reaction, both confused, and happy. I removed my jacket to shelter both of us.

We ran all the way from Hargid's hut to Hogwarts, the cold rain on our skin.

"Harry! Can we stop now? We're both wet anyway!"

"Good point."

We stopped running and walked the way back, from halfway between the steps going down to Hargid's hut.

"Don't you just love the rain?" she lifted her hands and closed her eyes.

"Yeah…it feels relaxing." I replied, eyes her from where I was standing.

"Ooh! Look, Harry!" she pointed at a flower. It was white, with only a few petals, drenched in raindrops. She picked it up. "I just love lilies. They look so pure, and innocent, yet elegant, altogether. It's beautiful in it's own way." Hermione continued to walk.

"Yeah beautiful." I whispered.

What is this I'm feeling? It was the same feeling he had with Cho… Did he love Hermione? No way! Impossible! She's just Hermoine, a friend…no more than that. I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship…and she fancies Ron, not me.

We continued to walk as thoughts ran through my head. Maybe this was just the Triwizard tournament nervousness that was running through my head. I mean, the first task is nearing, and I'm about to battle with that dragon…yeah…I'm just…nervous.

At last! We arrived at Horgwarts…and we're dripping wet.

"That was the most fun a had since…I don't remember when! I'm always stuck in the library, that I forgot how wonderful it feels like to walk in the rain."

She smiled at me…and my stomach churned…she was so beautiful…that all I could do was smile back.

END OF FLASHBACK

I decided to go back up the common room and face the people…it was bound to happen sometime. As I arrived in front of the fat lady…she didn't seem to mind me…until I coughed and let him in without even asking for a password.

The room fell silent, and I walked up the boy's dormitories. It was empty…except for Pig's continuous rattling.

I could hear the conversation below.

"This is bad…I mean…he's not even crying."

"Just leave him alone…it'll work out soon enough…it's just like the Cedrick Diggory incident last year."

"Yeah…but this is Hermione…she's our friend."

I decided not to listen anymore...but he could still hear their conversation.

"I-I think Harry fancies her…" it sounded like Ginny, because there was a rough tone in her voice indicating that she had just cried. "Did you see his look last year when she showed up at the Yule Ball? He was stunned." That sounded like Parvati Patil…with a tone of jealousy in her voice.

FLASHBACK(A/N: this isn't exact)

"Is that…Hermione Granger?" Parvati turned at the girl coming down the steps.

I turned to see who she really was looking at…and she was beautiful. Herhair was staright and up in a tight bun on top of her head. She wore a beautiful periwinkle dress that showed off her curves, and on her face was a smile. She didn't seem to wear a lot of make up, but she was very beautiful. I have seen her before…but I can't make out where…

She coming towards me…and I stare.

"Hello Harry." She said, smiling.

Bloody Hell! This is Hermione!

It was time to dance, and I was stepping on Parvati's feet…I was…distracted.

Hermione seems to float off the floor as she danced with Viktor Krum.

She danced gracefully…and I didn't.

Cho was there, too, dancing with Cedric Diggory, my fellow Triwizad being turned down…

Soon after the dance…it didn't matter anymore. Hermione was sitting beside me, bickering with Ron. All I could do was listen.

END OF FLASHBACK

I can't help but feel responsible for what really happened to Hermione.

She's dead…and I wasn't even there to help her.

Maybe I can just close my eyes…and wish this was all a nightmare…even though it isn't.

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