I had to change the title because I decided to not kill Hermione but to add mom things yay!

Disclaimer: (This goes for all chapters) Nothing about Harry Potter or his world belongs to me. It is all J.K Rowling's beautiful work. :) The only thing that is mine is the plot, and a couple OCs. Okay, on with the story...it picks up right where it left off...

"Well, she's in a coma, dear," Mrs. Weasley said gently.

Harry backed away a few steps. Confusing thoughts were whirring around and around in his head, emotions were choking his throat...suddenly he turned and ran blindly out the front door, heading for a secluded place in the Weasleys' garden where no one would bother him. Out of nowhere, a garden gnome scurried across his path, giggling madly, and Harry's vision began to cloud. Crookshanks, Hermione's cat, liked to chase them...reaching a quiet, hidden corner, he flung himself down on the grass and glared bitterly at his shoes.

He knew that he was being childish, that Mrs. Weasley had never said Hermione was...but she just as well did, a voice in Harry's head whispered venomously. Harry moaned and put his face in his hands. He felt as if a crack had split his life into two pieces, his life before Hermione had become his friend and after. Hermione was like a part of him. He, Ron, and Hermione were all so close they could have passed for a family. She had always been there for him, and knew him better than any other girl. She could see past the "invincible boy who lived" and into the real Harry, who she knew perhaps better than herself. Memories began to fill his mind...

"Harry, don't you think you might have a bit of a saving people thing?"

"Dat's a pulse Harry, I'm sure it is..."

"Give him room to breathe, Hermione!"

"And, oh Harry--be careful!"

Hermione, covered in cat fur, Hermione, pulling the time-turned around their necks...Harry felt a tear roll down his cheek. He knew it now...he loved Hermione like a sister. And he, like a great blundering idiot, he had taken her for granted. He had never told her how much she meant to him, and now it was probably too late. Just like you were with Sirius, a part of his brain hissed.

"Stop it!" Harry yelled at the thin air. First sign of madness, talking to yourself, Phineas Nigellus had said. Well, maybe he was going mad. He would prefer this to be all some hallucination, a dream...he pinched himself. It hurt. "Crap!" Harry muttered angrily, pummelling his leg with his fist. When he had finally managed to take control over himself, he slowly stood up and decided to look for Ron, who, thankfully, had not followed him. Wiping impatiently at his face, Harry sadly made his way back through the garden and back into the kitchen. To his relief, Mrs. Weasley was nowhere in sight. He quickly made his way up the stairs until he got to Ron's room.

"Ron?" Harry called.

"Come in." Harry eased the door open and stepped tentatively into the room, where he found a very dejected looking Ron. His face was red and puffy, and his eyes looked a tad haunted. Harry must have looked the same because suddenly Ron said: "Mum says to tell you not to worry, they're doing everything they can to revive Hermione." His voice was hoarse.

"Yeah..." Harry murmured, and they lapsed into a lugubrious silence, not for the first time that day.

Sorry its short I don't want to write now.