Cnady Hearts & Paper Flowers

First Ending

"Voldemort," Harry said at the same time. They both raced down the stairs colliding into each other. They ran into the living room and saw to bodies or corpses. They also saw a hooded figure. His hood low over his forehead, two red, squinted eyes were staring out. Hermione was to frightened to do anything except shiver behind Harry.

"Get out of this home, Riddle," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Now,now,now Potter," Voldemort said in a sing-song voice, "We don't want to go lose our temper, now, do we? Had nasty problems with that before, haven't we?" Harry was fuming, "Don't get angry, it might hurt someone," he held up his wand and Hermione fell to the ground withering in pain.

Harry looked down at Hermione's twitching body, tears wanting to run down his face. The love of his life was in pain and there was nothing he could do about it, "What the hell are you doing to her? Get it off her now," Harry yelled at Voldemort. Voldemort simply stared at Harry, enjoying the scene.

"Well, Potter, look at what your anger has gotten you. A loved one: dead and another loved one withering in pain. What shall you do?" Voldemort said in a sing-song voice. Harry dug into his pockets trying to find his wand; he couldn't find it. Harry had two choices, one) run and find his or even Hermione's wand or two) fight Voldemort with his bare hands. While number two seemed nice since he wouldn't have to turn his back on Voldemort, he knew that he had no chance at conquering the Dark Lord with his bare hands. Choice number one would mean that he would have to turn his back on Voldemort and leave Hermione and her parents in the room all alone with the most evil wizard of his time.

It was in these seconds when he was trying to figure out choice 3 that he remembered something Professor Dumbledore had once said. Some people could do magic with out a wand. Had he said that? Harry couldn't remember if he had or not. Harry did know that wizards and witches would perform uncontrolled magic when they were angry, but that was uncontrolled magic. So wouldn't it be possible that if he could control his anger he could control his magic? It made sense logically.

Harry gritted his teeth, "Accio Wand," he said, trying to focus his anger towards his magic. Harry felt that little tingle that he felt whenever his magic was working. Harry closed his eyes and said the spell again. It was in that moment that Voldemort pulled up his wand and said something. It wasn't the killing curse. A shower of purple sparks filled the room, when they cleared no one was standing.

It was some seconds later that an aching Hermione woke up, she had a pounding head ache.

"Hermione," said a weak voice. Hermione turned her head and sat up to see Harry's head moving slightly.

"Oh, God," Hermione stood up and ran over to him, "Harry, don't leave me," Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's shoulders. Harry lifted his arms and put them around Hermione.

"Hermione, love of my life, sweetheart? Listen to me, I love you with all of my heart and always will. When I die I want you to go on with your life. Hermione Michelle Granger, don't you dare stop your life because of me," Harry started coughing, "Voldemort is dead now, you won't have to worry about him." He coughed again and started breathing heavily, "Listen to me, my Mione. All of my possessions are in my trunk. Everything, "Harry had a coughing fit again, "Everything in that trunk is left to you. I don't care what you do with all of the stuff in there, except for a certain box. This box is blue with a red ribbon, you'll find a ring in there. Ware it on your right hand to remember me by. There is some other stuff in the box also," Harry took a deep breath and pulled Hermione down towards his lips, huge tear drops were falling from Hermione's face and on to his. Harry pulled her face further down and their lips met. They kissed passionately; they kissed like it was the last time they would ever kiss.

Harry started coughing again and had to push Hermione's head away. Hermione laid her head down on his chest. Harry picked up her right hand and kissed it delicately . Hermione felt his breath on her wrist and then his lips on the delicate skin of her wrist. A shiver was sent through Hermione.

"Oh, Harry I love you so much. I don't know what I am going to do with out you. I just- I just-"

Harry covered her mouth with his hand, "My Mione, you are going to go back to Hogwarts, you are going to tell Ron to kick Draco's ass, you are going to be top of every class, then you are going to graduate, be valedictorian, marry a lucky, handsome man and live a long and happy life with him. You hear me, Mione? Do you understand me?" Hermione laid her head down on Harry's chest and nodded. Harry brought her right hand up to his mouth and kissed her wrist. Hermione felt his breath slow down and then finally stop. She couldn't hold back her tears anymore.

"Harry James Potter, I love you so much."

Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was dead.

One week later.

Hermione was lying face down on her bed, crying again. She seemed to have done that a lot in the past week. Hermione, with all her knowledge, had never known someone could cry so much. Her parents were fine and she was fine. Physically, that is. Mentally. Mentally she was scared for life. Hermione knew she had to clean out his trunk sometime, she had been putting it off for a week. She got up from her bed, which only a week ago Harry and her had snuggled in, snogged in, and slept in.

Hermione opened the trunk and found he blue box with a red ribbon tied precisely around it. She put it aside, planning to open it later. First she pulled out his school uniforms, she kept only his cloak. She remembered many cold winters spent under that cloak.

Harry and Hermione were walking outside on a cold December night, the sun was setting behind the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the wind was picking up. Hermione shivered slightly, her cloak and robe kept her warm, but not really warm. Harry slid his arm around Hermione and pulled his cloak over her small figure. Hermione smiled and laid her head down on his shoulder.

"I love you, Hermione," Harry said, turning her around, wrapping the cloak around both of their bodies. He pulled her close to him and leaned his head down so that their eyes were level. He stared into Hermione's chocolate eyes and kissed her on the lips.

Next she pulled out his Firebolt, she had to keep this. She remembered her first true ride on a broomstick.

Harry zoomed down toward the ground.

"Harry! No! Your gonna crash!" Hermione screamed, gripping tighter to Harry's wait. Harry pulled up an inch before he hit the ground.

"I would never let you fall, my Mione. I love you. If you ever got hurt and it was my fault I don't know what I would do with myself," Harry said, looking at her. Hermione smiled her heart-warming smile at Harry and laid her head down on Harry's shoulder.

"Excuse me, young lady, I am not done talking with you!" Hermione looked back up at Harry and raised her left eyebrow at him. Harry leaned down towards her and kissed her till she knew that she wanted to stay this way forever.

Hermione pulled out the next thing from the trunk; his wand. She could remember every time he had protected her with it.

"Take that back, Granger! Or you'll regret it," Draco Malfoy said pulling out his wand.

"Why? It's true! You are a prissy-ass, mama's boy," Hermione said, narrowing her eyes. Harry stood next to her, his arm round her shoulder and his wand out pointing it at Draco.

"Fine," Draco pointed his wand at Hermione, but before he could say anything Harry yelled a spell at him and before he could react, Draco was lying flat on his back.. Hermione smiled.

"Thanks," Hermione said. Harry and Hermione walked back to the common room, no one was there. The door closed and Harry turned towards Hermione and kissed her on the lips.

Hermione set the wand down and reached into the trunk, next she pulled out his favorite book;Quidditch Through the Ages, Hermione smiled.

"Harry!" Hermione whined, "Aren't you ever going to put that book down!" Hermione was jumping up and down on his bed, "Come one! It's snowing and everyone is outside having a snowball fight! Come on! Please, you can read that dumb Quidditch book later!" Hermione jumped one more time and then landed right next to Harry, her hands landing on his highly muscled chest, "Please! Hermione whined again.

All of the sudden Harry jumped on her, causing her to jump. He tickled her senseless.

"Have mercy!" Hermione screamed as he tickled her neck. He stopped tickling her and kissed her softly on the lips.

Hermione set the book along side the wand, cloak and broomstick. She reached back into Harry's trunk, she felt something soft, Harry's invisibility cloak. How many times had they snuck out under this cloak?

Hermione heard a soft knock on her door, making sure the other girls in her room were still soundly asleep she went to go open the door. Harry was standing there in a pair of khaki shorts, a loose red shirt and a pair of shoes.

"Go pull on something warmer, I want to show you something," Harry held up his invisibility cloak and Hermione shut the door quietly in his face. At first Harry thought that she had gone back to bed, but when five minutes had passed she came out wearing a flowing peasant skirt and a light pink shirt with a pair of simple white tennis shoes.

"What do you want to show me?" Hermione asked in a low whisper. Harry pulled the cloak around both of them and led Hermione down the stairs and out of the common room.

"Where are we going?" Hermione and Harry walked across the school grounds. It was nearing winter ad the flowers were dead, but right there, underneath a window, laid a beautiful red rose. Harry picked it up and placed it in Hermione's hand.

"A beautiful rose for a beautiful lady," Harry whispered into her ear, sending chills down Hermione's spine. He kissed the space right behind her ear, sending more shivers down Hermione's spine. He kissed her jaw line until he found her lips.

Hermione smiled a sad smile and picked up the last thing last thing in his trunk. The Murderer's Map.

"Hermione, where are you?" Harry said in a sing-song voice. Hermione was currently hiding from Harry, who had, for the millionth time, threatened to tickle her. Harry rummaged through his trunk and found his Murderer's Map.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Harry whispered into the old piece a parchment. He saw a tiny dot with the words Hermione Granger minutely scribbled above it. She was hiding under his bed, he slowly walked over to his bed and looked under it. There lay Hermione scrunched up against the wall, her head was facing the wall and she couldn't see Harry. Harry shimmied under the bed and grabbed Hermione by the waist, Hermione screaming and waving her hands everywhere. He got her out from under the bed and heaved her down on the top of his bed and kissed her fervently.

Hermione was crying when she put his last possession in the pile next to his invisibility cloak. She put his uniforms back into the trunk and shoved it to the foot of her bed. She laid everything down on it and picked up the blue box. A breeze blew through the house and Hermione shivered. She picked up his cloak and wrapped it around herself, it smelled of Harry. Cologne, salt and that unique smell that only one person can hold, himself. She sat down on her bed and opened the box carefully setting the ribbon next to her.

Inside she found a small gold box, she opened that box and found a gold ring, in the middle of the ring was a ruby red heart. Inscribed inside was 'Always & Forever'. Also inside the box was a blue video case. 'Raggedy Ann & Andy: the Musical'. She put it in her VCR and pressed play.

'Candy hearts and paper flowers, will always keep me close to you.'

Hermione looked in the box and found candy hearts, she picked one up and read it. Miss U. Hermione looked into the box and saw paper flowers. Hermione only cried.

Hermione was valedictorian, she stood up and walked to the podium.

"I, like everyone else here, have learned a lot here at Hogwarts. I have learned spells, counter-curses, enchantments, history, how to tell the future. But, not only have I learned knowledge, I have learned about life. During the summer someone close to me died, he was my friend, my critic, my boyfriend, he was everything to me. Harry died protecting not only my parents and me, not only the whole wizarding community, but also every person in this world. Harry set an example for all of us, if we could all be just a forth of what Harry was then what a great world we would be. Harry taught me a lot in my seven years at Hogwarts. He has taught me to be kind, caring, loving, and to never put myself first, even in the eye of danger.

"I would like to conclude by saying that we, the people graduating today, June 13, we are the wizards and witches of the world. We can either help it or destroy this beautiful rock we call Earth. We finally made it!" Hermione smiled and threw her pointed hat into the air.

The End

Tres sad... but nice.