Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these fics.

A/N: I know I got a lot on my plate but I promise I'll complete all of my fics plus this looks fun...So I wrote this for the 'Journey Through Hogwarts' Challenge on the HPF Forum. I'll be putting everything for this challenge together as a collection if possible. Also written for the One million words added comp, and the A Little Bit of Motivation Competition and the If You Dare Continued Challenge.

Prompt: If you are too shy and sit by yourself write a one shot of at least 750 Words of the genre angst. Fuming. Write about Hermione Granger (Louis).

Betrayal

"I am sorry but I cannot do this," was the shocking words that feel out of Harry's mouth as he sorrowfully stared at everyone who were looking at him like some strange creature, "I..I cannot keep doing this anymore, I cannot keep pretending that everything is alright and will be alright in the end because it won't be."

As his words echoed throughout the Great Hall the ceiling above them copied not only the weather outside but the mood inside the Great Hall and flashes of thunder and lightning began to flash across the ceiling but no one took any notice of the sight. Instead their eyes stayed glued filled with shock at their hero with wide shocked eyes with a mixture of feelings washing though their bodies. Finally after several minutes of complete silence it was Hermione Granger who stood up and spoke.

"B-But Harry...you can't go, you just...can't. You just defeated Voldemort, you have won the final battle, the war is over!" Hermione cried out passionately as she stared ahead at Harry with wide tearful eyes, "You saved us all Harry and...and we still need you!"

"No you do not, you do not need me," Harry replied with a rather empty bitter tone to his voice, "You just want me to take the blame, you want me to clean your mess and deal with all the unpleasant things that no one else wants to do. I am just a weapon...just a tool to be used..."

"That is not true mate, it isn't!" Ron cried out suddenly causing the atmosphere to somewhat shatter, "If you can't stay for everyone why not just stay for 'mione and me? Just for the two of us?"

""I want to Ron but we both know that is not possible," Harry answered with a depressed sigh as he gazed fondly at his two friends, "You need to go and live your lives, you need to get married like you both planed and-"

"And we cannot do that without you here as the best man!" Hermione cried out as she took a step forwards to Harry while Ron nodded his head in agreement with Hermione, "Please Harry...stay...let us show you that there is something here for you, a reason for you to stay. We promise we won't-"

"Do not promise things that you cannot keep Hermione," Harry said sadly cutting Hermione off, "If I stay around here for much longer I will only end up getting in the way and slowly everyone will move on and forget about me...I will just be another hero lost to history in the dusty covers of the history books."

"But you can still do so much good!" Ron shouted out as his heart broke for the pain his brother in all but blood was feeling "And...and if you won't stay here with us then we will go with you! Right Hermione?"

Hermione opened her mouth to agree with Ron only for a loud scream to echo throughout the Great Hall and the large oak doors to burst open and hundreds of ministry wizards and witches suddenly flooded the Great Hall like a tilde wave hitting land. Screams and shouts came out of the still standing Hogwarts students, staff members and Order member as every single one of the ministry wizards and witches surrounded Harry and pointed their wands at him as if Harry was a dangerous wild animal that was about to attack.

"You see what I mean? I cannot go on like this anymore," Harry began to say only to be cut off by the Minister of Magic, Fudge, himself as the wizard entered the Great Hall with a circle of reporters hanging around him like vultures waiting for their prey to die.

"Harry Potter you are under arrest for the murder of Lord Thomas Marvalo Riddle and for being the true Dark Lord!" Fudge cried out as he pointed his finger accusingly at Harry while flashes of camera's lit up Fudge, "We will not bother with a court as we all know that you are guilty! We all saw you out there attacking Mr. Riddle!".

Gasps echoed throughout the Great Hall as true friends and allies of Harry's bristled in anger at what Harry now found himself dealing with. Not caring about what would happen to her Hermione stormed though the Great Hall, pushing several people out the way while not caring about the objections and continued doing so until she had pushed her way through the circle of reporters and stood face to face with Fudge.

"You bastard! You dirty lying cheating filthy man!" Hermione roared out in fuming in anger shocking everyone as the out of character words came out of her mother, "We know the truth, I know why you are really doing this! You just want to find a way to get rid of Harry so that you can control the Wizarding world fully now that Dumbledore is dead."

"Why I never!" Fudge gasped out as if he was appalled by the young witches words, looking around for help he found none as everyone of his people was too busy dealing with Harry Potter while the reporters were too interested in getting a good stories, "Do not think that I do not know who you are! You are Potter's friend! Why I bet that you are just trying to-"

"Has anyone checked your arm Minister?" Hermione asked with an angry sneer on her face causing Fudge to sweat as the reporter's attention landed fully on him now, "Did you not pass a new law the other day about everyone having to be checked for the dark mark? We both know that sometimes the dark mark is found on the right arm of certain followers as it will be easier to hide."

Harry, noticing that everyone's attention was now fully on the Minister even the people surrounding him, silently and carefully pulled out a hidden Portkey, a plain simple black ball as a pendent that acted as the Portkey, that he had secretly placed around his neck for just cases. Without alerting a single soul Harry gripped the Porkey tightly in his hand and whispered out softly the words 'Safety.'

End of Prompt.