I hadn't heard from him since that night, the night he promised me that our future was together, when all this was said and done. I love you Hermione Yes, the sound of music. A voice I needed to hear, especially now, as I heard all these familiar voices. My friends, most of them practically family, screaming out. Some in pain, others in exhaustion. The war was finally coming to an end, but in order to have an end, you must first have a grand finally. I cry, seeing my friends out there risking their lives, and for what? My best friend, Harry Potter. Luna dueling a death eater, Neville battling a giant spider. Suddenly, a dementor appears directly in front of me. Anytime you feel like you don't have me, look for the moon. I look up, directly in front of me, a full moon.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM" I scream out, at the top of my lungs. The dementor disappears, leaving only a flash of light. I sigh. This is all so overwhelming. I just kissed my best friend. I put my hand up to my lips, feeling them briefly, before using my wand to battle off a giant spider. Tears stream down my face as I search for Harry in the crowd, or Draco, just to know that I am not the only one on our side still alive. Nevermind, I don't want to see Draco, I have betrayed him in the worst way possible. The only boy I have ever kissed, ever given myself to, and now here I was, in a life-threatening situation, snogging with my best friend. I gasp, trying to catch my breath through the tears.
"Mione! Mione!" Finally! A familiar voice in the chaos. I turn around, facing Ron. "Come on, they need help moving bodies in the Great Hall." Tears streaming down my face, I follow him.
"Hey Ron," I say, standing at the giant double doors leading into the Great Hall. "Remember the first time we walked through this doorway? None of us had any idea what we were getting ourselves into, you and that silly rat." I laugh.
"Yea, your hair was bigger than your head." He laughs back, looking at me, seeing that I am no longer laughing, but just staring at him. "I mean.."
"It's ok, the war is over. We made it!" I smile, grabbing his hand, as we walk into the Great Hall, that had once been so much comfort to us all, and now held the cold, lifeless bodies of my friends. Remus. Tonks. Fred. Ron runs over to Fred's body, crying beside Molly. I can't cry. I have cried so many tears in the past year that I don't know if I even have any to spare. The entire room goes quiet as Harry walks in. "Oh my god! Harry!" I scream, hugging him. "We were so worried, are you okay?"
"Yea," He whispers "The war is over."