A/N: Thank you reader for deciding to give this fanfiction a shot. I hope you enjoy it even if it is sad. Just so you know I am no "New York Times best-selling author" so the quality you will receive won't be in tip-top shape, but hopefully with the words I choose you will be able to see the pain and sadness that go through these words. I know Hermione's death will be sad but I would like to know what Harry would do if she died. I would also like to give credits to Swizzlae on TikTok because I have watched one of their old videos saying "Who would stay at Hermione's grave the longest.' And obviously, if you can't tell it was Harry so yeah. I took my heart out on this so please show some love if you enjoyed it! I am going to stop yapping so you can just read this.
Harry's footsteps echoed heavily against the ground as he made his way towards the grave of Hermione Granger. Each step felt like a reminder of the weight he carried in his heart. It brought him a mix of gratitude and surprise to know that she had explicitly stated in her will that she wanted to be buried next to his parents. This final wish was more than a request; it symbolized her enduring love and commitment to him. It reassured him that, even in death, she wanted to be by his side, providing support and companionship through eternity.
"Hey Mi," Harry whispered softly, his eyes locked onto the tombstone that marked her resting place. The dates inscribed – 1979-2000 – stood stark against the cold, gray stone, serving as both a date and a painful reminder of the short life she had led. An overwhelming urge washed over him to look away, to turn back to the world where she was still alive, where he could hear her laughter and feel her presence beside him. But he knew that this was not a dream; it was a harsh reality he had to face. Years had gone by since she had suffered the cruel fate of murder. The word "Mudblood" had been carved into her body everywhere, a mark of the hatred she faced. As if that wasn't enough horror, the suffering she endured was compounded by the relentless application of the Cruciatus curse, a torment designed to break her spirit and, tragically, it had succeeded.
Standing there, Harry felt the weight of his memories crashing down around him. Each recollection of the laughter they shared, the adventures they embarked upon, and the bond they formed felt like a fragile glass that could shatter at any moment. He realized that this grave, this stone that held Hermione's name, was not just a marker of her death but a testament to their unbreakable connection. As he stood in silence, he found himself wishing for just one more moment with her, one more chance to tell her how much she meant to him. Yet, he was left alone with only the raw pain of loss and the bittersweet comfort of knowing that her spirit would always be with him, nestled beside his parents in the quiet embrace of the earth.
"I'm so sorry that you didn't make it, that I couldn't find you in time, that I couldn't take you to St. Mo-" Harry's voice trembled, and despite his best efforts to continue, the weight of his feelings overwhelmed him. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks, his eyes stinging and red from pain and heartbreak. Lying there beside her grave, he was flooded with memories of all the moments they had shared together. He thought back to that time she came to wish him good luck before his first task in the TriWizard tournament, her warm smile giving him strength in a moment filled with uncertainty. He remembered how she stood by his side during the dark days of the Horcrux hunt, holding on through the toughest times, especially when Ron, her future husband, decided to leave.
Then there were those precious moments when they had saved Sirius together, her bravery shining through even in the face of danger. Throughout it all, Hermione had been by his side, steadfast and loyal, especially when everyone else seemed to think he was lying about how he had gotten his name into the Goblet of Fire. She stayed with him in the hospital wing after Sirius's tragic death, night after night, holding his hand tightly, offering comfort and reassurance when he needed it most. She made sure he knew that he wasn't alone in his grief.
As he lay there, trying to summon more memories of their time together, he struggled. His heart was too heavy, and his mind felt clouded with sorrow, making it hard to think clearly. All he could feel was the ache of loss. Eventually, he simply rested his body beside her grave, feeling drained and exhausted. Slowly, he let his eyes close, and with his hand resting gently on her grave, he surrendered to sleep, surrounded by the memories of a friendship that had meant everything to him.
Harry woke up feeling the bright sunlight pouring in through the window, hitting his sore, stinging eyes. The brightness made them feel even worse, as if they were on fire. Before he could even open his eyes to take in his surroundings, he was aware of some muffled voices nearby. They sounded familiar, but he couldn't make out the words.
"He's awake, Ron," Ginny's voice broke through the fog in his mind. He could hear her shifting, maybe looking straight at him. "Do you think we should tell him? You know, about her. She's been gone for ages, and he can't keep going to her grave every night, and sometimes he even sleeps there," Ginny continued, lowering her voice to a whisper that only Ron could hear.
"Not now," Ron replied quietly, his tone full of concern. "It looks like he's been crying all night." By this time, Harry had managed to crack open his eyes and focus on the two figures in front of him. As the blurry shapes began to come into view, he realised it was Ginny and Ron, both looking worried. He felt a wave of sadness wash over him, remembering why he was in this state, and the weight of their words hung heavy in the air.
Harry stood before the grave, a forced smile stretching across his face, but deep inside, he was filled with regret. His hands instinctively moved to the spot where he always placed the freshly picked flowers each evening. Suddenly, it hit him like a cold wave – he had forgotten to bring flowers for Hermione that night. Panic surged through him. "Oh my god, Hermione! I'm so sorry! I can't believe I forgot to bring you flowers yesterday. Please forgive me!" he cried out, his voice trembling with emotion.
In a rush, he fumbled for his wand in his pocket, his heart racing as he muttered the spell, "Orchideous." Immediately, beautiful flowers sprang forth from the tip of his wand, vibrant and alive, landing softly on Hermione's grave. Wanting them to last longer in the chill of winter, he swiftly cast a heating charm over them.
Tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably, and the intensity of his sorrow made it difficult to breathe. He felt as if the tears could fill an entire lake. "I'm so, so sorry, Herm-Hermione! Please, forgive me! I'll do anything! I promise I will never forget again, and I will bring you flowers every night," he shouted, his voice breaking with each sob.
His words, muffled by tears, barely reached the air around him. Overcome with grief, he leaned against the gravestone, wrapping his arms tightly around it as if to hold on to her memory. His tears fell onto the stone, mingling with the cold surface, a testament to the love and friendship he had lost. The world around him faded away, leaving just the weight of his sorrow and the promise he made to a friend no longer there.
"Cut it out Harry," Ron said but Harry didn't hear him. "Cut it out," Ron said again, gritting his teeth. Again, Harry couldn't hear him. "I SAID CUT IT OUT!" Ron bellowed, causing Harry to jolt and face him and Ginny. Ron noticed the sorrow in his eyes, the redness of them, his hair, thin, a mess, so messy that his hair before could be called neat.
"What?" Harry mumbled before continuing his silent cries.
"I said cut it out, you have never been the same ever since Hermione died and you can't get over it, Harry. She's dead and you need to learn that." What Ron had said was not the right way to go as Harry cried, cried like there was no tomorrow. Cried like it would be his final cry.
"Ron!" Ginny called, "that's not what you're supposed to say, try for a softer approach. Like this… Harry, I know you're sad and all, but aren't you acting a bit melodramatic? Y'know, Ron is her husband and he is handling it well." Harry couldn't believe what they were saying. Anger rushed through his veins and he fired back.
"Melodramatic? I'm not handling it well? OF COURSE I'M NOT HANDLING IT WELL! Hermione was my best friend, I would die for her, kill for her, she was my other half, with me through and through, while everyone in the world including you did not believe me, she was there to help me out, to comfort me, she was there to be a proper best friend! My sister is dead and you can't even bother to visit her grave anymore! I don't know what has happened to you guys but ever since Hermione died you guys haven't acted the same. I wanted to age alongside her, watch our kids grow up, and see them be friends, best friends, friends like us. I wanted to take care of them, spoil Hermione's kids, and show them that no matter what we will be there for them! I thought you wanted to start a family with Hermione! I thought you knew that by marrying her it means you have to be there for her, it means you have to visit her grave when she's no longer on earth anymore! It means that you have to be there for her when she cries, but you would always be the reason she cried in our teenage years. When you left us, in that tent, cold and hungry, I knew there was something wrong with you, we grew apart, and now I only know you as a memory! I wish you left and not Hermione!" Harry cried, sobbing, waterfalling and he ran his fingers through Hermione's gravestone. Carved it read, Thank you earth for gifting me with the bestest friend I ever could've dreamed of. Impossibly, Harry was crying more, knowing that it was aimed at him.
"That's it!" Ron growled, clenching his fists and making his way towards Harry. He didn't bother, maybe he could die, die, and be reunited with Hermione. But before his wish could come true, Ginny had grabbed hold of Ron's arm.
"Ron!" Ginny said, instead she came over grasping to touch Harry, anything and her plan would work. But Harry knew what she was attempting and he tried to get away, screaming and yelling, but Ron came and grabbed hold of him and Ginny and he knew that there was no match.
"I'm so, so sorry Hermione," Harry said before they had apparated.
Harry had woken up to find himself on the couch in the Burrow. He got up and rubbed his wet eyes to find Mrs. Weasley standing in the kitchen.
"Good, you're awake. Eat." She spoke and gestured to the plates on the table and there he noticed Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Fleur with their baby Dominique, and Ginny with Ron. All of them staring at Harry. He tried to apparate, closing his eyes and grabbing his wand but Ron spoke.
"Don't try, we put enchantments, you can't do magic, even if you were far from here. You need to stop visiting her grave."
"Why!? Why don't you want me to see Hermione, why do you want my life to be more miserable, I'm an adult Ronald. I can handle things myself. I'm going." Harry yelled but Ron ran towards the door, blocking Harry from exiting.
"She's dead! She's dead and will never come back! Harry, you need to learn that, maybe even get back to Ginny. It's very toxic that you broke up with your girlfriend because of another girl." Harry fought his tears, fought them hard.
"I don't want to get back with Ginny, it's been like that before Hermione died, after the war. And Hermione isn't just some girl, she's my sister, she's my girl." Harry panted before resuming, "Do you know how much it hurts, to see her like this? She was my other half, and it hurts so much that my whole life has changed. I don't even know what happened to you! You were her husband! Act like it!" Harry stormed off and shoved Ronald behind before making his way outside of the Burrow. Running far away. Until of course, he was able to apparate. Apparate back to his same spot, the spot of his parents, and Hermione's grave.
After spending hours and hours at Hermione's grave, he said he would be back and that he was going to fetch her the flowers he promised he would bring.
After apparrating to the Leaky Cauldron, he tapped his wand in a pattern on the bricks before it opened, allowing him to crawl inside. He ducked his head to hide away his tears, and he made his way to Floriblunders Florist. Walking inside, he immediately went to the section where he would often grab Hermione flowers, even before she passed. He took his time, carefully hand-selecting four bouquets to place on Hermione's grave. However, one of them caught his attention in a blink of an eye. It appeared to be the colour periwinkle. The same shade as Hermione's Yule Ball dress. The memory being vivid to Harry, he immediately let out a chuckle after not being able to laugh for 6 years. Grabbing it, he also picked out traditional roses alongside some lilies for his mother. Then grabbing Lilacs and Hibiscus, he made his way to the cashier, handing him a handful of Galleons and Knuts. Not even bothering to check if he was over he left. Went back to the Leaky Cauldron and apparated to Grimmauld. Quickly and quietly,– in case Kreacher was there – he walked up the stairs and made his way to his room. Snatching a spare piece of parchment and a no-ink-quill, which Hermione had gifted him in 5th year and he vouched to never destroy it. He began writing;
Dear Bill and Fleur,
This is Harry talking and I just wanted to wish you guys a good life. I know this sounds weird; especially after I ever sent an owl to anyone (besides Hermione's grave of course). After you read this don't try and come back for me, I will be long gone before you will find me.
I wanted to thank you for everything and for gifting me to be able to see your daughter Dominque. She looks beautiful and it was a pleasure to spoil her. This is my choice to make and please tell everyone the truth, I can't live with lies anymore. I can't keep grieving.
For Fleur: Just so you know, during the TriWizard tournament you have been nothing but a good champion. You and your sister really gave me the thought of to keep going. You always cared for your sister, like I do with Hermione. Please don't cry, this is hard to say but yes, I am going, going for good. To be with Hermione.
For Bill: Thank you so much for showing me where to find the peaceful landscapes in Shell Cottage during my time there. (Which I will never forget). You silently helped us to defeat Voldemort without even knowing what we were up to and you didn't even care to ask. This is one of the traits that I admire most. Thank you for helping me, Hermione, and your brother Ronald repair Hogwarts after the battle. I will miss you and your wife Fleur (and obviously your daughter Dominque) after my passing. But it's not strong enough to not pass on an invite to Hermione.
For Dominque: Please listen to your parents, I know you're just learning to read so I hope when you're older you can see this. Your parents were the coolest people ever when I was a kid, your dad helped me save a baby dragon during my first year, and your mom helped me with the battle of loyalty. You were really cute when you would run around the Burrow and I hope you have memories of me. If not, then ask your parents for photos. I'm everywhere so it shouldn't be hard to find images of me. But ask them to find the real photos, the ones with my real smiles, the ones not on the Daily Prophet, the ones where I'm myself, with my friends. Enjoy your life.
You guys are the only people I currently like in the whole world because the Wealseys, apart from you, hated me ever since I broke up with Ginny and refused to marry her. They say I'm too dramatic, and I should just continue with life. They don't understand though. Hermione was my other half, when she died it was like a whole piece of my soul had just been ripped out. That piece can never grow back, ever. By the time you are reading this, my body will be between my parents and Hermione's grave. Please bring flowers to my parents and Hermione's grave every night, not to me though. Everyone won't like that. My only three wishes is to be buried right next to Hermione, if that is not possible then don't bury me. Only bury me if I will go right next to Hermione. Before casting the killing curse, my final words are going to be, "I love you, Hermione," and I want these words carved into my grave, if not, then do it yourselves. Lastly, I would like of all my gold to go to Teddy, the rest can go to you and your daughter Dominique. If the bank says that this could be forged, attached is my key to my vault and a piece of my blood so they can identify me. Show them this part of the letter, nothing else. Don't show anyone this letter, it's only for you and your family to see. (not the rest of the Weasleys or the Delacours). Just tell everyone that I ended my life to be with Hermione. I wish you guys all the best, and again, have a good life.
Best wishes,
Harry.
Harry watched as silent tears fell down on the parchment while he found a sharp object to poke on his thumb. He placed his thumb on the end of the letter and allowed for some blood to soak in. Gently removing his thumb and grabbing the flowers he apparated back to Hermione's grave.
"Miss me?" Harry said as he plopped down on Hermione's grave. "As promised, four bouquets for you, and of course one for my mother." Harry placed the four bouquets on Hermione's grave next to the one he placed earlier today before casting a heating charm on them. His final words were coming.
"Mi, please don't be upset with me. I want to come to you even if you say no. The whole world hates me, even the Weasleys so I'm not losing anything by coming to you." Harry made his way towards his parent's grave, placing the lilies on his mother's grave, and he said, "I do not regret this decision, I will finally meet you and see Hermione again. I would sacrifice everything in the world to see that. You all made my life happy and you guys were all the stars I had in my life, shining bright. Of course, because I am Harry Potter things don't go my way and I lost all three of my shining stars. Dad, mom, and Mi." Finally, his last words were coming. Harry urged his body to move towards Hermione's grave one last time.
"I love you, Hermione."
Harry picked up his wand, aiming it towards his head. This is what I want, he thought. He concentrated on the spell, coming from Bellatrix herself, you had to mean the spell. He did mean it.
"Avada Kedavra." Harry muttered, a flash of green light soaring towards his forehead. Landing on top of Harry's scar.
"Beell! 'Arry haz zent us an owl!" Fleur exclaimed, "Come eat breakfast!"
Bill, the oldest Weasley, had come down from his and Fleur's room. Ready to eat breakfast, and to read the letter Harry had sent them. He had never sent anyone letters. So he did not want to get his hopes to up. By the time he had woken up his daughter Dominique and carried her downstairs like a bridal carry position, (the way he always does), he had found his wife Fleur crying, slowly sitting down.
"Fleur! What is it?" Bill asked, hoping for some good news.
"Eets 'Arry! "E has killed himself. To be wiz 'Ermione." Fleur said, barley making out the sentences through her tears.
Bill's jaw dropped, his eyes reddning. He gestured to Fleur to hand him the letter, reading it over and over again. He was in denial. Why is Harry dead, was it that bad? Did we not show support and love enough? Bill felt guilty. Guilty because he could've stopped it, he could've talked to Harry longer.
"We need to go to Godrics Hallow! NOW!" Bill yelled, "Dominique, I will bring my mother to come to you while me and Fleur go and see what's happening, okay?" Bill asked while his daughter just nodded happily, she did not know what was going on. "Fleur, wait here!" Bill had said before he had left off with a CRACK.
"Mother! Come! Come!" He exlcamied with his unshed tears. That instant, Molly Weasley had apparted right infront of the door, where Bill was.
"What is it Bill?" She asked, staring at his eyes.
"We need you to take care of Dominique, there's some trouble that me and Fleur have to look at." Already knowing what her answer would be, Bill aparated back to Shell Cottage. Waiting for Fleur, but she was already done, by the door waiting for her husband to get her.
"Nikki, grandma's coming, okay? I want you to be on your best behaviour. Oh and Fleur don't forget the letter." Fleur rushed back to the dining room and snatched the letter, which followed by a CRACK who was his mother. She noticed the tears running down Fleurs eyes, but she couldn't ask. They have already left.
Harry's soul had been lifted from his body, and he felt a strange sense of freedom. It had worked. He had returned to the state he was in when Voldemort had 'killed' him, the moment that had changed everything. It felt surreal. As he rubbed his eyes, he anticipated the tears that moments ago had been streaming down his face, but to his surprise, they were gone. That heaviness he had felt earlier was lifting.
Looking around, he realised he was completely naked. A wave of embarrassment washed over him, but he also knew he had to focus. Almost instinctively, he wished for clothes, and in that instant, soft, silk robes materialised nearby. They were more luxurious than anything he had ever worn before. As he slipped them on, the fabric felt like a warm embrace against his skin. So soft, he thought, marveling at the sensation.
Then, in the haze of his surroundings, the purpose of his presence began to dawn on him. He called out, his voice echoing, "Hermione!... Mi!... Are you there?" The name hung in the air, full of hope and urgency. But as he listened for a response, the silence that followed was deafening. He realised she wasn't there, and a pang of worry shot through him. Where could she be? What had happened to her? The thought made his heart ache. He stood there in the soft robes, feeling more alone than ever, desperate for her familiar voice to answer back. Was she gone? Had his plan not worked? Is he stuck, between the two? However, before he could answer he felt a wave of crashing arms smashing him, he fell to the ground.
It was Hermione.
Harry was in a state of complete turmoil, experiencing a whirlwind of emotions that seemed almost too intense to bear. It was as if every feeling that one could possibly imagine had taken hold of him all at once. Yet, amid this emotional chaos, there was a singular focus that filled his heart: Hermione. For her, he could set aside all the sadness and confusion, allowing happiness and gratitude to take precedence, but even that was tinged with sorrow.
"Harry, why did you kill yourself? That was the worst plan you've ever done. You had a whole life in front of you, but you decided to end it now?" Hermione's voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes already brimming with tears. The tears fell freely, cascading down her cheeks and landing on his silk robes. Each drop was heavy with the weight of her grief and disbelief. Harry could feel the fabric of his robes growing damp, but it was her pain that truly soaked into him, leaving him feeling helpless and crushed beneath the gravity of the moment. The joy he felt for having had her in his life was now wrapped tightly with an overwhelming sense of loss, a stark reminder of what he had given up and the happiness that would never come to pass.
"I'm so, so sorry Hermione. I just had to, the whole world hates me, even Ronald and Ginevra. They try to hide it but it's obvious." His voice trembled, caused by now his own tears. Tears of joy and sorrow.
"I needed to see you, to hear your laughter, to feel you. And also my parents. I haven't got a clue how they properly look. I don't even have a memory of them. I need to see them.
Wait. Did you see them?" Harry asked. His heart aching for an answer.
"Yes." Hermione replied, smiling as she noticed Harry's joy. "Everday, we talk about their life, how you saved and created chaos everyear, our friendship, even your girlfriends and how every girl at Hogwarts couldn't keep their eyes off of you.
Their really fun to talk to. You really are their son. I can show them to you now if you like."
Harry shrieked. He was at a loss of words, so he just nodded really happily. Bouncing his hair up and down.
Hermione laughed, tears of joy kept coming. It was Harry. It was really Harry. She had been watching him through his years of grief. She felt really sorry that his own life was miserable because of her. She tried to apologise to his parents but they wouldn't have any of it.
"C'mon, lets go!" Hermione yelled. Pulling him from the arm and they both ran. Together. Smiling and laughing. They were back to being kids in their first year. It was the first time Harry had really laughed in ages.
The moment he saw his parents laying down and talking, he yelled. Running towards them and hugging his mother first, then he followed to his father. Crying in happy tears.
After successfully and for the first time meeting his parents. Harry huddled against Hermione on a couch. Her brunette locks brushing against Harry's cheek.
It smells like Lilac. Harry thought. He couldn't believe it, his dad, mom, and Hermione were all around him on a couch. His three shining stars around him.
"Do you wanna see whats happening in the world?" Hermione asked, looking at Harry.
"You can do that?" Harry replied shockingly.
"Obviously." Harry's mother said. "How do you think we watched you, your girlfriends, your first kisses, you staying at all of our graves every night, and even you defeating Voldemort?"
Harry's jaw dropped. "You saw all that?" Harry asked, very uncomfortable.
"Of course son, we wouldn't want to miss your first kisses for the world." James said while Harry blushed crismon.
"Let's just get on with it." Harry said, hoping to put an end to this. Which did work.
Harry, Hermione, James and Lily all faded away, and they came back. They came back to where Hermione's, Harry's mom and dad's grave were. And now Harry's was added, with the words, "I love you, Hermione" engraved. Hermione smiled as she saw his words. She also noticed that a bunch of people were huddled up against their four graves. The Weasleys and Fleur.
"It's like a pensieve." Harry said.
"Yeah kind of, but instead this is actually happening right now." Hermione added.
All their smiles died as they saw Ron fussing.
"How dare he! Hermione was my wife! How can his last words be "I love you, Hermione"!? I am going to destory his grave!"
Harry and Hermione's jaw fell off their mouths, Harry had just died and his grave was already going to be destroyed. Ron picked up his wand and yelled confringo. But nothing happened. Harry's grave stayed intact.
"You cannot deztory ze grave. We put a charm on it." Fleur said as Harry and Hermione's jaw rolled back in. Hermione cuddled against Harry and laid her head against his chest.
"I love you too Harry." Hermione whispered as Harry smiled. At that moment, Hermione's grave started to blur. They both pointed at Hermione's grave and said, "look!" Every Weasley was staring at her grave, waiting to see the change. And when Harry noticed what changed, he couldn't help himself but laugh.
"Oh I am so going to kill Hermione when I'm dead!" Ron bellowed. "How can her final words change to, "I love you too Harry! Thats outrageous!"
Hermione turned to face Harry as Harry did the same. Eyes locked on each other. But Harry broke contact first, instead looking at her lips.
Their so kissable right now. Harry thought. But before He could even continue his train of thought, Hermione's lips came crashing onto his. It was like fireworks had gone off. Their soft kiss quickly turned deep and tender as they both introduced tongues. Hermione groaned as she pulled Harry's hair, playing with it. Harry's hands were occupied onto Hermione's waist, his hands sliding up and down. They both broke contact, reaching for air. Hermione noticed that Harry's now askew glasses were about to fall off and his hair was a mess. She giggled and quickly fixed it.
"I've been wanting to do that forever, you know?" Hermione said, looking at Harry's emerald eyes.
Harry couldn't talk, he was at a loss of words so all he did was nod. He looked at his parents and noticed them smiling and laughing.
"Finally, do you know how much Hermione was worried about you after she died? Me and Lily knew that once you came here it wouldn't take time for you guys to finally get together." James said.
Hermione looked back at Harry and they both went for it again. Sharing that kiss again, but this time it was more deep, more tongue dancing, and even more groaning (also from Harry now).
Harry and Hermione's lives were perfect now. They were both reunited forever. And even now dating.