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Chapter One: Discoveries

Ron raced up the stairs, pulling Hermione by the hand. They both were laughing like small children, like the perfect couple in one's imagination. The couple every one idealizes; the couple in pure love. Ron pushed open the door to his dormitory. He was just about to enter the room when he stopped at the doorframe, his laughter gone and his expression frozen in horror. Hermione continued laughing until she realized what had cause Ron to go white. She too, froze in horror like Ron and screamed at the sight. It was frightful. It couldn't be real. Ron ran over to Harry's body. It was ice cold and immobile. Ron put his ear to Harry's chest and heard what he feared most. Harry's heart was no longer beating. Harry, his best friend, was dead.

Hermione burst into tears, her mascara running down her dampened face. One could only imagine the guilt she felt in her heart. Hermione recalled how mean she had been, how cold she'd been to Harry in the past few days. And there was nothing she could do to reconcile, because now, now he was dead. The tears only poured out more when she came to that realization. She would never be able to say sorry, never be able to say goodbye. Hermione collapsed on Harry's bed, her head buried in the blankets. She felt something scratching her face. Hermione turned her head and discovered what appeared to be a letter.

Hermione read the letter aloud. "Dear everyone who is or had been dear to me. By the time you get this letter, I will no longer be with you. My life has become meaningless, and I no longer feel the need to go on. I truly hope you understand my decision, and do not feel depressed over it. You all meant so much to me, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Neville, Luna, all of my professors, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Remus, Sirius, Tonks, and even the Dursleys. You all hold a special place in my heart. It is my dying wish that all of my possessions and money be divided among the Grangers and the Weasleys. I hope they all know how much I love them. Also, please, if nothing else, tell the person I hold dearest, Draco Malfoy, I love you." By the time Hermione had finished reading Harry's suicide note, she was no longer able to speak. It was devastating for her to read Harry's suicide letter. Ron stared at Harry's corpse, his breathing ragged and shallow, blinking back tears.

Hermione tried to speak. She tried to ask Ron how they could not have noticed Harry's sorrow, the sorrow they had created. She wanted to ask him how they could have let this happen. No matter how hard she tried to speak, trying to force the words out, she couldn't. The only sound that escaped was her quiet wimpering.

They both stayed in silence for what seemed like hours. But finally, Ron was able to speak again.

"Well…" Ron paused to wipe away some tears, "I suppose we'd better get Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall."

"I'll go." replied Hermione. She could no longer bear to be in the room with her best friend's body. She left the room in search of the two professors. There was a spark of hope in Hermione's heart. Maybe they would be able to fix this, and make everything better.

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Hermione needed the excuse to leave. There was far more behind her tears, more than Ron, or anyone else understood, much more.

He can't be… my child, will never know… Hermione's thoughts were racing. She couldn't think straight. So much had happened, so many horrible things had happened. But only Hermione, and Hermione alone knew how much more. Why did I alienate him? Why? Then none of this would have happened. Harry wouldn't have felt the way he did, or done that…and this horrible chain of reactions would never have taken place. Harry wouldn't be dead, and I wouldn't be…

"Hermione my dear, what wrong?" asked Professor McGonagall.

Hermione gave a start; she hadn't noticed that she was no longer alone.

"Professor, Harry…Harry's…dead." she choked out. "He committed suicide, and …" sobbed Hermione, struggling to stay upright.

"Did you say what I think you said? Harry? Suicide? Dead?" asked Professor McGonagall. Even through her tears, Hermione saw fear in her teacher's eyes, a fear she had never seen before.

"Yes. Harry is dead. He isn't coming back, and there's nothing I can do. Nothing. Harry's gone!" Hermione had finally come to the realization that her best friend, who had helped her through the few hardships in her life, was truly gone. She had tried to tell herself that this was all just a horrible dream and that soon she would wake up and see Harry smiling at her like he had always done in the past. But, as she now understood, this was no dream. It was real.

"Ms. Granger, where is Harry's body now?" asked the professor, who herself, was ready to shed a tear.

"In the 6th year Gryfindor Boys Dormitory, Ron's with him."

"Ms. Granger, summon Dumbledore, bring him as fast as you can to Harry." ordered Professor McGonagall.

"Professor," Hermione let out another sob, "I don't think I can move. I need to lie down."

"Hermione pull yourself together, you need to find Dumbledor. Go!" barked Professor McGonagall. Hermione pulled herself to her feet as Professor McGonagall ran in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower.

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The room in which Harry's body was residing, was closed off to everyone except six people. Three of whom were drenched in tears. Ginny, Hermione, and Professor McGonagall, had been uncontrollably crying. Ron and even Draco Malfoy were secluded, trying to keep control of their masked emotions. As usual, Dumbledore stood tearless. Though, if one looked close enough, they could see the sparkle had gone out of his clear, blue eyes. He was hiding his pain. He wanted to be strong. He was headmaster, he couldn't cry. Everyone looked up to him. He had to be strong, if not for himself, than for everyone else.

Each person's mind was racing with thoughts. Thoughts of Harry, thoughts of the fact that Harry wouldn't be coming back to laugh with them, cry with them, save the day, and thoughts of what he had written in his desperate note. Although they all had different reflections, each individual's thoughts seemed to be connected through Harry.

"Why didn't we notice? Why didn't we realize something was wrong?" cried out Ginny. What is wrong with me? Why didn't I realize Harry needed me? We loved each other… or I thought he loved me. He couldn't love Draco, could he? Wondered Ginny. She desperately wanted to ask about this, but dared not. Not now. Not why everyone was grieving. She would have to wait for a better time.

"We had been so cold towards him." said Draco, staring at Harry's body. "We acted as if he was the terrible person, but it wasn't him, it was us." Draco, more then everyone else, was filled, not only with sadness, but also with regret. He would always regret making things hard for Harry, finally forming a friendship with the boy, reeling him in, and they rejecting him. Most of all, Draco regretted the sad fact that he was never able to confess his feelings to Harry. He never was able to say the words, 'I love you.'

"We abandoned him." Hermione sounded as if she were struggling to speak. "We abandoned him when he needed us most."

She let out a cry. It was wordless, but so filled. This one sob let out everything she was feeling. Everything that she had ever kept bottled up. It was so powerful, so uncontrollable. Hermione collapsed to the floor. Her life had been easy, and for the most part, without grief. But so much had happened, in so little time. And she was filled with pain. Harry was gone. Her unborn child's father was gone, and nothing would ever be the same. Not for herself, not for anyone.

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