This is a very short chapter and probably the shortest in this story.
Thank you Pamela RR!
Hermione could feel her pulse vibrating all the way through to her ears. Her legs were weak, causing her to fall to her knees at the tent's entrance. Tears dripped from her eyes as she stared at the faded pink line on the palm of her hand. What did I do? Her breathing heavy and visible from the cold air that filled her lungs. "I failed you, Harry," she wept. The ache in her chest, painful from knowing she had to leave her best friend. Everyone he's ever cared for had left him and now she was another person who would contribute to his sadness. Hermione angrily wiped the tears from her face as she walked into the tent. Harry was still asleep, his dream filled moans still filling the tent with the eerie sound. Hermione sat next to him, grabbing the damp flannel next to him and tenderly removed the thin layer of sweat that formed on his forehead. She stared at her friend. The boy she had met those many years ago. The boy who helped save her that Halloween night. She closed her eyes, inhaled then exhaled, and once again opened her eyes to look at Harry. If this time was it for her, she would do everything she could to prepare him for it. A look of determination now dominated her features. She had to get started.
"I have less than forty-five minutes with you and I'm going to make them count!" Hermione removed the vial of pale yellow liquid from her coat an uncorked it. It smelled somewhat sweet with an underline of rubbing alcohol. She took Harry's arm and added a few drops into the two larger wounds from Nagini's bite. Directly on contact the wounds start oozing the snake's sticky venom, the amber substance dripping onto the bed's covers. She noticed as the last remnant of venom dripped the wounds themselves closed up. She placed the vial back into her coat, then grabbed her beaded bag. She knew she couldn't take all her belongings, even though there were not many. "Think, Hermione! You're running out of time!" She removed a small backpack and added her clothes, her copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, a photo, and her toothbrush and toothpaste to the bag. She secured the bag and used her wand to levitate Harry from the bunk, gently placing his form on the ground as she packed the tent and removed her wards. She knew Harry could not Apparate on his own, so she needed to move him at least one more time. She packed everything quietly and grabbed his hand as she Disapparated them to a new location. As she landed, she checked to make sure Harry was alright. Nothing his color was returning and his fever was already gone. Hermione knew her time was precious. She got to work, setting up the tent and adding the wards to the area. She levitated Harry back to the bunk and covered him with a clean blanket. She pulled out a long roll of parchment and a ballpoint pen (no time for inkwells) from the beaded bag and being to write.
Harry-
I can't go into details, but I'm deeply sorry. There is so much to explain, but I can't do that now. I need you to know that you're dear to me and no matter where I am, I will continue to believe in you. You bear a weight on your shoulders that isn't fair and it hurts me to no end that I can't be there to alleviate some of that pressure. Every note, bookmark, and theory are in my bag that I leave you. Along with what supplies and tins of food we have left. You must continue on without me, Harry! Firstly, destroy the locket. Yes, easier said than done, but the sword is the way. As for the other Horcruxes, I believe that they would be important artifacts, perhaps in relation to the Founders of Hogwarts? If possible, look further into the triangle symbol. I don't believe it is a coincidence that we keep running into it. Also, remember there are others out there who believe in you Harry. Call on them when you need them. I'm sure a certain house-elf would love to hear from his friend.
Until we meet again, your friend,
Hermione
P.S. I leave a part of me with you. Take care of it.
With the feeling of lead in her stomach, Hermione pulled her wand from her sleeve and placed it next to her beaded bag and letter. She knew this could end badly, but as long as Harry had a chance, that was all that mattered to her in this moment. Payment from her, for possibly breaking his and payment for betraying him. She can tell herself that this was all for Harry, but deep down she knew a part of this was for herself. Hermione once again checked on Harry and placed a light kiss on his forward "Until we meet again, friend." She walked out of the tent and stood just beyond the wards. She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing. "Destination. Check. Determination. Check. Deliberation. Check. Splinching myself and bleeding to death. Maybe. After another deep breath, Hermione felt the familiar pull and a pop was heard through the towering trees.