2. Found
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**Hello Everyone, as always I wrote this for no money
just for fun and none of the characters belong to me. So a little about this "chapter" is that it isn't
really a chapter at all. It is more like a point of view change. The first chapter was from Harry
and this one is from Hermione's set in the exact same moment. I didn't change the
ending as I really love how I ended this one and since it is the same moment in time I decided to
keep it. I did try a few more little endings but it really was just the same thing just in
different words and I didn't like them as much as I liked this one for this particular story.
So this chapter is NOT a continuation of the story but the same event just from Hermione's pov.
I hope you enjoy it and please review. Nothing helps a writer keep motivated and grow as a writer
than reviews and constructive criticism. So I guess I have blabbered on and on long enough. Read
away!**

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Found

The wind blew and the uneasy chatter from the people surrounding her grew until she couldn't
stand it anymore. She wanted to run into the dark forest and find him, save him, or just see him so
she could be sure of his safety. But she didn't. She had promised him she would not interfere.
She had sworn she would not be foolhardy and interrupt what he felt he had to do. Her hands twisted
and she felt she could not go on if he failed to return to her whole and safe. She had made sure he
made his own oath to return unharmed. He had promised to try and she had beaten her fists against
his chest telling him he had better do more than try. She remembered the expression on his face as
he stilled her hands and completely encircled her within his arms holding her against him. He had
felt so warm and she had wept fiercely until exhaustion overtook her. She vaguely remembered
wrapping her own arms around his neck and kissing him lightly on the cheek before he stoically
walked out of the castle.

She heard the whispers. "He will be victorious." They said. "The chosen one will win!" another
one said. It almost made her sick to hear the unerring praises of their hero. There wasn't one
person there whom she didn't love as her magical family but he was not some damn vanquisher of
evil! He was Harry and only 19 years old who loved to fly on his broom and oh how he loved to
laugh. She could take it no longer and shrunk back farther toward the castle so she couldn't
hear how wonderful he was or how it was going to be awesome when he had defeated Tom Riddle at
last. She gravitated to where Ron was sitting on the damp grass throwing rocks at some whipper bugs
and watching them scatter. They made a funny little whooshing sound. Hermione breathed a sigh of
relief. At least there was one other person who was troubled just as much as she was.

Ron looked up to stare at the crowd huddled next to the edge of the forest. His voice was
cracked with worry. "I should have gone with him." He said ominously.

"There was nothing we could do Ron." Hermione pulled her feet close to her body and closed her
eyes. It was growing late. The sun would be setting soon and Harry would be alone in the dark. She
thought of his eyes and his wild black hair and the tears silently fell. Ron suddenly jumped up and
his breath caught. She raised her head and saw him timidly walking toward the people. She felt
rooted to the spot her heart pounding with relief. "...Harry."

She wasn't sure her legs could carry her but she heard his voice on the wind and began
walking toward the only person in the world that she loved. Yes. Love. She loved him. The closer
she got she understood his words.

"He…umm…is gone now." He had his hand gripped around his wand. He was tired and weak and all she
wanted to do was take care of him. His face was dirty and stained and her mind whirled with relief
that he was safe. She gradually noticed the people around her and realized they were staring at him
with a strange fearfulness apparent in their gaze.

"No…no…no," She whispered under her breath. Could they not see the harm they were causing? She
turned her gaze back to Harry and saw the bewilderment and hurt in his eyes. His intent to run was
evident so she did the first thing that came natural to her. She called his name. "Harry…"

She saw the emotions in his face turn from despair to tenderness and she pushed through the
crowd boldly. His green eyes searching for *her*. Not once did her eyes waver from his as her
heart swelled with newfound love for him. She timidly stood before him, her heart beating for him
and because of him and she smiled softly. He was here safe standing so close to her she could reach
out to touch him. Her eyes drank in everything about this moment. While his eyes held hers the pain
within him seemed to melt away. She wanted to believe the adoring warmth she saw plainly written in
his face. She wanted it more than anything.

"It was love Hermione." His voice was low as if he didn't want anyone else to hear what he
had to say. She thought for a moment and saw his poor broken glasses slide unceremoniously down his
nose. She was conscious of many people staring at them one of which was a young red headed witch
and decided to do what she did best. She pointed her wand right between Harry's eyes.

"Occulas Repairo." The little shock of light shot forth from her wand and the spell hit its mark
with absolute precision. His glasses repaired themselves and she smiled. "You really should
remember that one Harry."

Hermione heard the people begin to depart and she thought she saw Harry falter a little. She
stepped forward to let him know that she had no intention of leaving him and he looked down into
her eyes with such love she grew breathless.

She wanted to touch him but he stepped away from her suddenly and his eyes grew dark and
distant. Pain now masked the intense love she had seen in him just a moment before. She had just
discovered this love for him she wasn't about to let it go now so Hermione reached out to grab
hold of his hand that was so cold.

"We can't do this Hermione. You…you don't know…what I have done." He shuddered away from
her. She shook her head and could feel the tears begin to build. She tightened her grip. "I
don't want to make you cry Hermione. I…I…am lost." The desperation in his tone was more than
she could bear.

"No Harry. You aren't lost because I have found you at last." Her heart rose up in her chest
threatening to choke her but she persisted. "I know what and who you are probably better than
anyone you have ever known." He did deserve to be happy and her mind searched for the right thing
to do or say to make him believe. "Don't let the ramblings of a crooked old man destroy what we
could have together." Her breathing hitched as her tears at last began sliding down her cheeks in
small rivers. He didn't turn away from her and he seemed to be listening so she nervously
reached up with both hands to gently play with the shag of long hair along his collar. He froze
from the moment she touched him and his eyes closed. Harry always did seem to react to action
better than words so she made a decision. It felt like they were in slow motion as Hermione closed
her eyes and rose up on tip toe to lightly brush his lips with her own. She wanted him to see just
how incredible he was to her and he didn't have to be a hero to be worthy of love. She accepted
him damaged as he was, but she was damaged too and maybe things would not be perfect. She
didn't really expect them to be, but they understood each other.

Maybe he did take more than he gave this time, but she understood what he needed and gave it to
him freely without needing anything in return. A gift that he would gladly return to her in great
abundance as their relationship grew stronger. For the moment however, they were simply Harry and
Hermione.