# The beginning

star22

Rating: G
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 13/12/2003
Last Updated: 13/12/2003
Status: In Progress

This story is my idea of how the seventh book could end, plot wise. The main pairing is Harry/Hermione, with mentions of Ron/Luna and Neville/Ginny.

## 1. Introduction

Today was the day, and everyone knew it. The day had arrived for the final battle between Voldemort and his death eaters and the Order of the Phoenix. The dark forces had been drawing nearer and nearer to Hogwarts. Many people had already died, and now was the time to take a stand. To stand up and fight for what is right. To make sure that no one else is killed just for who their family is. At Hogwarts, the adult Order members were working on last minute details. Meanwhile, six pairs of eyes opened in the Gryffindor tower. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, and Ginny, all now official order members, awoke, ready for the day and what waited for them.

Harry Potter opened his eyes and gazed up at the ceiling of his head boy room. He smiled as his thoughts turned to Hermione, his Hermione. For she was his, just as he was hers. He thought of her bushy hair that flew around her as she ran. He thought of her smile that lit up her whole face. His favorite part of her, though, were her eyes. They were brown and deep, and they showed the complexities and contradictions that were Miss Hermione Granger. They sparked when she was sharing something she believed in or when she was talking about something she had read. They flashed when she was angry or arguing with people(especially Ron). He loved the way they shone with love for Him. He would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe. Most would not call her beautiful, but to him she was the loveliest girl he knew. It wasn’t just her looks. Her inner strength and conviction shown through, effecting every part of her. Harry sighed. She would hate him for what he was going to do, but it did not matter. All that mattered was that she would be safe. He got up, satisfied, and prepared for the day ahead.

Hermione sat up, stretched, and flopped back onto her bed. Her thoughts quickly turned to her Harry. She loved his black hair that wouldn’t straighten properly. She often ran her fingers through it. She loved his smile, warmth on a cold day. Her favorite part was his eyes, deep emerald orbs that reached to his very soul. They glowed and flashed when involved in something he was passionate about like quidditch or stopping Voldemort. They turned dark when talking to Malfoy or about Voldemort or the death eaters. She hated when they filled with pain like they had after Sirius’ death. She wanted to hug him and make the pain go away. She wanted to fight for him, vanquish all those who would cause her Harry pain. She wanted to spare him from the coming battle, but she new she could not. It was his destiny, the prophecy said so. He had to face Voldemort. She had promised herself that she would be there with him and would help him however she could. The problem was, her plan hadn’t worked yet. She had no idea what the solution was. She jumped out of bed, walked to her desk, and concentrated on the paper in front of her.