Chocolate Frog Card: (Bronze) Gibbon: Challenge: Write a story in first person where the narrator is consequently killed by the Killing Curse.

Gringotts: Hermione/Colin [Hermione - Pairings]

Ultimate Hermione Pairing Challenge: Hermione/Colin Creevey

February Event: 13. Paris (location) [5 points]

Word Count: 445

I knew our luck would run out eventually. We just weren't lucky enough to live our happily ever after. How could we when we'd lost the war and been on the run ever since? We held the record, though.

Five years.

We were the last living members of the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army combined that weren't in Azkaban.

We weren't going there either. No. Death was our only option.

"They're here," Colin called, alerting me to our predicament. "What do we do?"

"What can we do?" I asked. I needed to know if we had any way out. France had been the last country in the world to finally submit to Voldemort's reign and Paris was the city of love, for us. The city where we found each other. It was the one place we'd agreed to end things in.

"We don't have any more emergency portkeys, and even if we did, all our safehouses are busted. They've placed non-apparition wards on the surrounding area so we can't apparate out. They've brought at least twenty Death Eaters who are currently breaking down your wards. We're surrounded with no way out."

I sobbed, my hands reaching for him just as he reached for me too. We clung to each other, are tears mingling and our hearts thumping. We knew what we had to do.

There had never been any doubt about it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I checked. It had been Colin's idea; our last little 'fuck you' to Voldemort.

"If anyone has to do it, it should be me," he confessed. "I don't know how I could ever die in peace if someone else was to kill you."

"I don't know how you can die in peace knowing that you did kill me," I told him. He smiled grimly.

"I'm protecting you," he admitted, kissing me deeply. "We don't know if we can Avada ourselves and I'm the one with a severe seafood allergy that will have me dead within minutes if I don't take anything. I'd rather you have a peaceful death than something horrible."

I took a deep breath, tugging on the top that had belonged to Harry. I was wearing Ron's pyjama bottoms so that when I left this world, I was with my best friends.

"I love you," I told him, holding onto his hand as if it was my lifeline. I knew it wasn't.

"I love you, too," he replied. He raised his wand and I kept my eyes focused on his, wanting him to be the last thing I saw. "Avada Kedavra," he sobbed.

He joined me in Heaven only minutes later.