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HERMIONE'S P.O.V.

Hermione kept running, even though, she thought her leg was fractured. A minute or so later, she heard panting alonside her and looked over to find Harry had caught up with her.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I think my leg is fractured." she panted.

"Here." Harry pulled her left arm over his shoulder to support her a bit. "Does that help at all?"

"Yeah. Thanks." she answered as running became less painful.

They rounded a corner and headed down the corridor to find three people waiting for them. Ron, Draco and Neville were standing in front of Dumbledore's office waiting for them.

"Someone take her." Harry panted.

Hermione flinched as she felt one of Ron's hands go around her waist and the other pul her arm around his shoulder.

"What happened?" Draco asked.

"Hermione'll explain upstairs." Harry said. "Cockroach Cluster!"

The gargoyle leapt out of the way.

"You three go." Harry urged. "I'll be there in a moment."

Hermione allowed Ron to support her going up the stairs.

HARRY'S P.O.V.

"He found her." Harry explained to Neville. "Snape removed the spell to distract Him. There's a huge battle going on in the Great Hall. You should get down there."

"Right." Neville replied. "Tell me something first, how's Ginny?"

Harry stared at the floor not having the heart to actually answer.

"Well, at least, I know I'll be with her." Neville said hi voice cracking. "Even if the plan doesn't work."

"I'm sorry, mate." Harry said fighting back his own tears. "If I could've saved her, I would've."

"No." Neville said. "She knew she was doing it for the greater good and wouldn't have wanted you to do anything to stop it."

"Neville..."

"Look, Potter, my men are dying, I don't have time for heart to hearts. Just get up there and do your thing."

With that, Neville took off down the corridor and Harry turned to ascend the staircase. He was surprised to find the gargoyle hadn't moved back into place. He was even more surprised when it did, after he stepped through the door way.

The most surprising thing however; did not come until her entered Dumbledore's. Ron, Draco, and Hermione were standing next to each other laughing. Hermione had allowed both boys to support her while she was standing.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I was just telling them about the Dark Lord's face when Snape revealed himself as a traitor." Hermione answered.

"Okay, well now, to bussiness." Harry stated. "We need to be in the same positions, we were in, in my world. Which means Draco you need to be in front of the door, I'll be by the table." He walked to the table of silver instruments, while Draco stepped in front of the door. "Ron, you need to be in front of Dumbledore's desk with your arms around Hermione, who's standing in front of you, and you're both facing the door."

Ron supported Hermione as they got into position and they were ready to get started.

"Draco, you were first." Harry stated.

DRACO'S P.O.V.

Great. Here was the part he was dreading. He knew it had to be done, but how could he wish his own mother dead? He had already lost Kat. Now, he had the only other person who gave a damn about him. He was so lost thought, that it took him a moment to realize Harry was talking to him.

"I know this is hard for you. You're the only won who has just much to lose as you have to gain.I want you to listen to me, though. Your mother's death makes you a better person. You change your life because she didn't want you to end up like your father. He was so numb towards her, he didn't even cry that night. Because of her murder, you finally become your own man, strong enough to stand up to him. I know you don't wan to spend the rest of your life fighting to get out of his control."

Draco thought over what Harry said. He di want to be a better person than his father was. He wanted to be happy. Yes, he knew he would always have a piece of himself missing, if he did this, in the long run he would be happier. He would be out from his father's thumb and be able to be his own man.

He made up his mind as a single tear ran down his cheek and he said,

"I wish the Dark Lord murdered my mother because I wouldn't murder Dumbledore!"

RON'S P.O.V.

Ron was surprised how wonderful it felt to have Hermione in his arms without her struggling or begging for him to stop. Her body wasn't even tense at all. It was like, in that one moment, she trusted him. He was beginning to understand what Harry meant the night before.

As a Death Eater, he had everything he wanted. Power, money, influence, and plenty of women to take when he wanted. Yet, there was much missing. For starters, he didn't have a family and when he did it was broken beyond repair. He only had one true friend. Mostly thoug, he didn't have the love of the woman standing right in front of him. Love was the one thing he had always wanted but could never find someone to give it.

"Ron!" Harry yelled causing him to jump.

"What?" he replied.

"I've been trying to get your attention." Harry stated, "It's your turn."

Ron took a deep breath.

"As a Death Eater I have everything I've ever wanted. Everything, that is , except love. Not even the love of a family. So seeing what I have and what is being offered, I'll take the love any day."

HARRY'S P.O.V.

Harry stared at his friends and even though, he realized, two night ago, the importance of being his being the boy who lived and how much his friends needed him to be that. He was just realizing that it's always been his strength that kept his friends going. He realized that just two nights ago, two of his friends wanted to harm the other, but now they were working together to save each other and he helped them get here. Now he finally understood why he was chosen to be the boy who lived.

"I want to be Harry Potter, the boy who lived." He stated after Ron's speech. " 'Mione? Your turn."

HERMIONE'S P.O.V.

She was surprised at how safe she felt in Ron's arms. After all, he was the man who spent years beating and raping her, every night. Maybe, deep down, she believed what Harry said about her being in love with Ron. She wasn't sure. All she knew was she felt perfectly safe and content in Ron's arms. She felt the same way when Harry looked into her eyes. She couldn't imagine why her other self wouldn't want to feel like this all the time.

" 'Mione?" Harry's voice cut through her thoughts. "Your turn."

"Right." she replied, "I wish Harry Potter was my best friend and I wish Ron Weasley was my best friend and the love of my life."

HARRY'S P.O.V.

Once Hermione had finished her wish, Harry picked up the ball of tears, prayed it would work and let them fall to the floor. It felt like time had slowed down as he watched the ball shatter, holding his breath. They were once again bathed in a blue light.