Hello again! I have some pretty bad writers block, I've been trying to get them together and it's like I divert myself and say, OK say I really want to add this in, I really want this to happen..., so I never finish! Hehehehehehe, I will be starting a new fanfic soon, I don't know what it'll be called, but keep an eye out! I am a beta, so look me up if you need me! On with the story! PLEASE REVIEW! No Flames! Harry's POV:

I had the weirdest dream last night. I suppose it's from starving myself out of guilt. I really think I should start eating. Maybe I will. Anyway, yeah, the dream. Well, it started as all pitch black and I felt something warm on my face, nothing bad, it sort of felt soft, but not fluffy…and then it got disturbing. I saw this big, hairy, repulsive ear in right front of me. Then I woke up. Then I went back to sleep. Now I am having second thoughts about work. Luna owled me before, asking if I wanted to go into the Ministry, that they could have me as an Auror, and to come in sometime this week. It is Thursday. I've gone without eating for three days. Since Tuesday. No, I mean Wednesday. No!

Ugh, I really need food. Or was it four days…

Look, that clock is two minutes off…or maybe two hours off…two seconds, perhaps?

"Kreacher, can you maybe fix me something to eat?"

HERMIONE'S POV:

"I just don't know, Luna." I told her, more confused than ever.

"Maybe you should think this through just a bit more, Hermione?" Luna suggested, her blue eyes fixed intently on Hermione's brown ones.

"I can't help him. What use am I?" She asked both Luna and herself, wiping tears off her face with the back of her hand.

"But you said yourself, he always gave you food. He cares about you."

"He just wanted to keep me alive. That doesn't mean he cares about me; that just makes him not evil." Hermione countered.

"Do what think is right, but before you run off, think about this, if he didn't care about you would he have not wanted you to go with him to fight Voldemort that final time? He wanted to protect you. If he was normal, he would've let you. If he didn't care about you, he would've been selfish and had you go along, knowing Voldemort would kill you. But did he? No, he didn't. He made you stay behind, and in that, being the selfless and noble person he is." Luna said, before she turned to leave, and with that, she left Hermione with something to think about, as always.

Harry's POV:

I don't know where Hermione went. I had decided to apologize to her today, since I have up on work and instead, had about five pounds of food. Where could she be? I sat down on the bed and looked around the room, I guess I was expecting to see the calendar morph into an answer, but it didn't. The rubbish bin did as good as, however. I pulled a slip of parchment out of the bin and saw it was in Hermione's handwriting.

Dear Harry,

I wish I could help you, but nothing I do seems to make the smallest difference. I'm going to find my parents. To set them right. I'm sorry I haven't been nearly as good a friend as you have to me. Your last note touched my heart. I came out of my room last night. To give you this, and to say goodbye. I'm writing this as I kiss your cheek, as tears spill out of my eyes, as I make my final decision. I'm sorry I've been a bad friend. I'm sorry all I've ever been good for is being a know-it-all. I'm sorry I've been so annoying over the years. It's because I care about you. I know you don't care about me. Don't lie to spare my feelings. That's why I'm writing this and not telling you personally. Because I don't want to see that look in your eye that says, "How did you know," because it'd just hurt too badly. Far too badly. When I find them, I'll owl Luna, Ron, or Ginny and I suppose they'll tell you.

After I find them, I'll stay with them. I won't come back. It'd hurt. I'm so sorry for being so useless. I'm sorry for wasting your time and being such a bother. If no one gets a reply in a years' time, assume me dead. You can even assume me dead now, because that's how I feel.

The care that I know you don't reciprocate, (and that's perfectly fine)

I wish you all the best in life,

Hermione

P.S. If you don't mind, I'm keeping you last note as a memory of you, to tease myself into thinking you actually might have cared. Not to guilt you into anything.

Again, and for the last time,

All my love and happiness,

Hermione

Normal POV:

By the time he finished reading, he slumped back into his chair, finally succumbing to tears.

I hate to write these as much as you guys probably hate to see Harry cry, or read death sentences, but everything I put in these chapters, pleasant or not, is vital to the story plot. I feel so bad for the poor guy Bear with me though!