Travelin' Soldier, a harry potter fanfic

Hey Hey everyone! Mia's back once again. Ok so my life has been like crazy lately. So my ex-friend said he was gonna commit suicide. He said it about 3 times and then when me n my friends tried to help him he got all pissed bout it and yea we later found out that he was kidding 2 outta the 3 times so yea we got really pissed at him. Then twice this week we were in lockdown cuz there were 2 bomb threats. Plus I went to Washington DC over spring break and I went to Hamilton, Ontario, Canada last weekend with my church for our dance competition/performance thingy… so yea my life has been hectic lately. And ya know I'm a Serbian girl so any Serbian orthodox or Greek orthodox person knows what a slava is so yea mine was yesterday and we had the guy half of my dance group so yea… pretty big party… so things have been really hectic and we have finals coming up in a few weeks so anyways…

DISCLAIMER: ok u know the routine this is the part where I confess that I own absolutely nothing… sad I know…

Me: I OWN HARRY POTTER! MWAHAHAHAHA DON'T DENY MY GREATNESS!

Petar: -throws basketball at head- Sorry, Marija. YOU DON'T OWN IT!

Me: Grr…

Ok now I'll shut up and on with the story!

TRAVELIN' SOLDIER

Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

Harry sat in the kitchen of his flat. His girlfriend walked into the kitchen with a worried look on her face. "Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked with great concern. "I've got to finish this, Herms. I'm leaving tomorrow to find Voldemort and defeat him once and for all," Harry said. There was a moment of silence then Hermione spoke again. "Come on, let's go for a walk."

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

They walked around the park in silence. "Are you sure you have to go?" Hermione asked. "Yeah, 'Mione. If I don't, who will?" Harry responded. "I suppose you're right… but I'll miss you so much," said Hermione, wearily. Harry embraced Hermione. "Don't worry, hon. I'll write to you everyday. I love you." "I love you too."

I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home

Hermione walked again in the park the day after Harry left. She stopped at her favorite tree. The very one she and Harry had carved their initials in. She leaned up against the tree and began to cry.

So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile

True to his word, Harry wrote Hermione a letter everyday. Every letter described his experiences traveling to find Voldemort and fighting Death Eaters. In his last letter he wrote, "When things are getting rough I think of our walk in the park and I close my eyes and see your beautiful smile. Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while. I love you, my 'Mione. Love, Harry."

Hermione just stared at the last few lines of the letter. She couldn't believe what might happen to Harry. She knew, though, that is would be too dangerous for her to go. She started to cry as she always did when his letters came.

One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

Ron, Luna, Neville, and Ginny had convinced Hermione to go to a Quidditch game with them on Friday. When they got there, the Minister of Magic said, "Folks, will you please bow you heads while I read a list of brave men and women who have perished in the war?" He read the unusually long list. The final name was read. Harry Potter.

Harry had a wonderful funeral service and a proper burial. Hermione was grief-stricken for a while, but she remembered that Harry died the way he wanted to: defending the wizarding world.

THE END

So? Good? Bad? I wrote this on the bus to Hamilton and I was listening to this song and I was inspired. But Petar and everyone else were doing other things so yea I wrote this all in 2 hours.. Please please please R&R!

Peace Out!

--Marija--