Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: This is … I guess depressing. I wasn't in a good mood when I wrote it and I supposed I had to write at least one piece of cannon … although the spoilers are only slight. Anyways, I hope you like so please read and review!
The war was over.
Voldemort had finally been laid to rest.
And Snape … well, let's just say he probably wished he never killed Dumbledore.
But there had been casualties to the victory. It's what comes with war, said the Minister of Magic in his victory speech, as if he'd done all the work to bring the war to an end.
Harry gazed at the open countryside, his arms around his knees, which were pulled to his chest, fresh tears glistening on his cheeks.
He didn't want to take in the whole reality of what had happened that night. He never wanted to see another friend go through what Ron went through. Death was probably welcome to Ron by the time Voldemort was done with him …
Harry sniffled and blinked furiously, trying to stop more tears escaping his eyes. He could still hear Mrs Weasley's sobs coming from far behind him. He could still see her sinking to her knees as he told her what had happened to her youngest son. It was like seeing her in front of that Boggart again … except this was real.
Harry stifled a sob in the back of his throat and buried his head in his arms. He pressed his eyes to his forearm, in an attempt to stem the flow of tears sliding down his cheeks.
"Harry …" he heard someone whisper.
His head jerked up and found himself looking up at Hermione. Her eyes were red and her face tear-stained. She sniffed and sat down next to him, pulling her knees to her and hugging them.
Harry moved over to be closer to her and slid an arm around her body.
"Tell me this isn't real," she whispered, grabbing onto his other hand tightly and looking up at his eyes.
Harry couldn't bring himself to answer her and he looked away. She broke down into tears and clung to him as the sobs made her body shudder under his arm. Harry pulled her in closer, hugging her tightly, as he began to cry quietly.
They just sat there, clinging to each other as if they were to disappear if one let go suddenly. Harry drew a long, shaky breath and rested his cheek on the top of Hermione's head.
"If I hadn't been so idiotic …"
"Harry, you're not to blame yourself for this," Hermione said in a shaky voice, trying to sound firm and looking up at him.
"But it is my fault!" he exclaimed, tears coming back into his eyes. "If I hadn't …"
"This is not your fault!" she whispered angrily. "You punished Voldemort for doing what he did …"
"Punishing him doesn't make Ron come back Hermione!" Harry burst out angrily. He stood up abruptly and looked down at her.
She stood up too and glared at him. "What's done is done Harry! You can't blame yourself for this."
"Why not?" Harry said angrily, turning his back on her and beginning to walk away.
"Because I need you to be strong," Hermione said, walking after him and touching his shoulder. He stopped walking and she walked around to stand in front of him. "Harry, I need you," she whispered, looking so scared that she was about to cry again. "I don't want to lose you too."
Harry suddenly broke down into tears. He sunk to his knees sobbing into his hands. "It's not FAIR!" he yelled, smashing the ground with his fists.
Hermione whimpered and knelt down in front of him. "I know," she whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks again. She moved forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. "We'll get through this together."
Harry nodded and pulled her to him and hugged her tightly again. "I … I can't lose you too Hermione," he whispered, biting his lip hard to stop the sobs coming out of his mouth.
"You won't lose me," she replied, pulling back and touching his forehead with her own. "You'll never lose me."
She moved her mouth forward and kissed his lips softly.
A/N: shmeh, I'm not sure if this was any good but I hope you guys liked it… so could you leave a review :P please? Lol … luv ya heaps guys!