|In the End
Author: LitaFanForLife PM
The big battle is over. Almost everyone is dead. Hermione fears Ron is dead, and lets all her feelings out.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Tragedy - Hermione G. & Ron W. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,420 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 04-29-07 - Published: 11-16-06 - Status: Complete - id: 3247777
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In the End
There was a loud bang followed by absolute silence. There were bodies all over the
battlefield. Bodies, smoke, and silence. That's it.
"Harry!" Hermione screamed.
She had seen him fall seconds before, right after the big bang.
Voldemort had fallen first. Harry destroyed him, but Hermione worried that Voldemort
had gotten to Harry too.
She ran over to Harry and kneeled beside him.
"Harry. Come on, talk to me. Please. Get up," she pleaded.
He didn't move. He didn't answer. Hermione knew he was dead, but she had to check.
"Please don't be gone," she cried.
He had no pulse, his heart wasn't beating. He wasn't breathing. Harry Potter was dead.
Hermione let out a shriek, grief taking over her.
"You can't be gone. You're my best friend. What am I going to do without you. What's
Ginny and Ron and Hagrid going to do without you? We all love you," she sobbed.
She stood up. "I'm coming back for you Harry."
She walked across the field looking for her other friends, looking for anyone alive. She
continued walking until she saw a whole lot of orange hair. It was the Weasley's, all
"You can't all be gone," Hermione whispered, checking all of them out, but they were.
They were all dead. Next to them was Hagrid, McGonagall, Neville, and what was left of
The Order of the Phoenix.
Hermione screamed, "No!"
How could this happen? How could all of these wonderful people be gone?
Harry. She needed to bring Harry over to them. He belonged with family. She, and Ron
and the rest of these people were Harry's family. She cast a spell that brought Harry right
over. She laid him right next to Ginny. "You can be with her now Harry," Hermione
weeped, as she left to find Ron.
"I haven't seen him anywhere. Maybe he's okay. Maybe he got away," she thought
She walked across the battlefield for more than an hour before finally spotting Ron. She
ran to him immediately.
"Please be alright," she begged.
Ron had a pulse. A weak one, but a pulse nonetheless. Hermione kissed his cheek in
She immediately transported him over to Harry and the rest of his fallen family.
Hermione recited a spell that she thought would make Ron all better, would make
him wake up, but it didn't work. Hermione tried anything else she could think of to make
him better, but nothing was working. He just lay in front of her.
Hermione started to weep again. "You can't leave me Ron. I can't be the only one left.
Maybe you want to be with your family now, but I'm going to be selfish. I can't go on
alone. When my parents died earlier this year, you, you're family and Harry were all the
family I had left. They're all gone now, you can't be too."
Ron still had that same weak pulse, but nothing was happening. Hermione feared for the
"I'm just going to sit here until you wake up. I'm going to talk, and not shut up, until you
get up and make me be quiet," Hermione said, defiant and somewhat in denial about what
was probably going to happen to him. One tear dripped down her cheek, but she quickly
brushed it off.
"So where do I start? Why not start at the beginning?" Hermione actually smiled a little
"It was on the Hogwarts Express that I first met you and Harry. I was helping Neville
look for his toad. Do you remember that?" she asked the unresponsive Ron.
"I remember the spell you were trying to show Harry. 'Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
turn this stupid fat rat yellow' And then I bugged you about it, and that was the official
beginning of your annoyance with me."
She looked down at him. No movements, nothing.
"Or remember the time when you and Harry saved me from the troll, and I lied to
McGonagall to cover for you. You and Harry were a bad influence on me. We all became
friends after that.
How about second year? Remember Professor Lockhart? He was a coward, but you and
Harry were brave; you went to save Ginny."
There was still nothing from Ron.
Hermione kept going, she had to keep talking.
"I remember when you tried to curse Malfoy for me. What am I supposed to do now,
when somebody calls me a Mudblood? If you wake up, I swear I will let you curse
anyone you want for me," she laughed sadly.
"Remember third year? All we did was fight and argue. Get up and we'll argue. We'll
have a grand old time, I promise."
"I'm not going to shut up Ron, get up. I can talk all night."
Still no response from Ron.
"Fine. Year 4. What can I say about year 4? Six words come to mind: Triwizard
Tournament, Yule Ball, Viktor Krum. Remember how we worried about Harry that
year?" she asked, tears flowing freely.
She turned to Harry, and kissed his forehead.
She turned back over to Ron. "I wish you would have asked me to the Yule Ball, that way
I never would have gone with Viktor, and you and me wouldn't have fought the way we
did that year and the next. Actually, maybe we would have," she laughed sadly.
"How about S.P.E.W.? Remember how we argued like cats and dogs over that one,
Hermione stopped talking, took a deep breath, and just listened to the wind for a minute.
"This reminds me of last year, when Dumbledore died. I was crying, and then you came.
You held me, and made the tears go away. Do you remember that? How about you get
up, come give me a big hug, and make some of these tears go away. Please," she
Ron did not respond.
"I'm crying for you Ron. Get up. Make fun of me, anything. Just don't go," she pleaded.
His pulse was getting even weaker. Hermione really started to panic.
"No way. You are not leaving me. Do you hear me? You are not leaving," she said,
trying to shake him awake.
"Get up. Get up Ron. I need you," she cried.
"You can't go without knowing the truth. If you get up I swear I will tell you everything.
Get up!" she screamed.
Ron didn't move, there was barely a pulse anymore.
"Fine, I'll tell you now. I'm crazy about you, Ron. Do you hear me? I fell for you big
time. I've got this huge thing for you. Love maybe. No, not maybe. For sure. I love you.
There's always been a little something between you and me, even in our first few years.
But I fell for you in the fourth year. I've loved you since the fourth year. I even loved you
when we argued. I love you even more right now. Don't go," she sobbed.
His pulse was gone. He was gone. Hermione was the only one left.
"No. No. No," she screamed. She screamed and then was silent. She just stared ahead, at
nothing in particular.
For some reason, Ron's house flashed in Hermione's mind. She got up immediately.
"I have to get you guys out of here. I'm going to bring you all back to the Burrow. You'll
be able to rest in peace there," she whispered.
One by one, she transported everyone to the Burrow. Most of the Weasley's first, Hagrid
next, followed by McGonagall, Neville, the remnants of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry,
This must look absolutely crazy. Hermione had filled the house with a bunch of dead
people. But she didn't care. This is where they belonged. This is where she was going to
stay. Maybe soon she would die too. She would not object to that. She had nothing left to
She stared at all of the people. They all looked cold. Of course they're cold, they're dead,
she told herself. This did not stop her from covering each one of them up with a blanket,
before heading outside. It was raining now. Hermione stood outside under the falling
water, and let her tears fall just like the rain.
She stayed out there for a long time. She was shivering like crazy, and her teeth were
starting to chatter.
"Good," she said. "Let me freeze to death. Take me away too," she cried.
She heard an unexpected voice behind her. "And then what am I going to do. I don't want
to be alone."
Hermione turned around. It was Ron. She couldn't believe her eyes. She fainted, but he
caught her before she hit the ground.