Chapter 34: The Heart Never Heals

The years passed by, and Gandalf felt his life draining from him. While going through his things, he found his photo album.

"Well, how bout a cup of tea, Gandalf, ol' friend?"

"Tea would be a delightful time to tell you about a young man I once knew, Bilbo."

"Oh? Really. And who is this young man you speak of?"

"His name was Harry Potter, son of James and Lilly Potter. I probably know him better than anyone else who has heard of him."

"I don't recall his name. It sounds strange and foreign."

Gandalf nodded. "It used to be a very common name. Four thousand years ago, a boy was born to James and Lilly Potter. At a tender age of one, his parents were murdered by the Dark Lord before Sauron, whose name was Voldemort. Voldemort tried to kill Harry as well, but a magical bond stopped him. That bond was ancient magic: Love. Harry's mother died to protect him and protected him to the death."

"A mother's love is stronger than anything ever witnessed."

"Yes, indeed. Harry was then raised by his aunt and uncle who worked him like a dog. When he was eleven years old, he found out from a friend of his parent's that he was a wizard who was accepted into a school called Hogwarts. He went, there, he learned of his past: how he became the most famous wizard in history since he was a baby. As he grew, he met several people along the way: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were his best friends. With his friends, he defeated Voldemort. But before he killed Voldemort, he fell in love with Hermione, but when he finally admitted it to her, it was too late, she had turned her back on him and deserted him. Leaving him to rot."

"How horrible!"

"His legacy doesn't end there. His heart was broken. He wasn't sure how he was going to live after that. But he vowed that he would protect the world from Hermione if it killed him, so he performed a soul binding spell. If Hermione died, he would die soon after she did. People still looked to Harry for council and he became wiser, though he never forgot Hermione and how much he loved her. One day, he led an army against her and she died before his eyes. Again, his heart was broken, but this time, shattered beyond repair."

"When did he die?"

"He isn't dead yet Bilbo. You look upon Harry Potter yourself."

"You?!" Bilbo nearly shouted with shock and excitement. "You're Harry Potter?!"

"Yes, I am. Sauron was Hermione, Bilbo. Your Ring was the ring I gave her in our fourth year at school."

Bilbo stared at Gandalf. After a moment in which Gandalf sipped his tea, Bilbo spoke. "So, what are you going to do now that Hermione is dead?"

Gandalf shrugged. "I was thinking about Elrond's offer to join him and the other elves to the Grey Havens. I think it would be a good place to say goodbye to Alastar, Elrond's father and my best friend for as long as I can remember."

"You really loved her, didn't you?"

Gandalf and Bilbo turned around too see Queen Arwen. "Forgive me, Gandalf, Master Hobbit. I couldn't help but overhear."

Gandalf smiled. "Yes I did love her, Lady Arwen. But I believe that it is my time to leave this era. I leav with only one regret: I only regret that I have not loved her enough to save her those who persecuted her when we were in school and ultimately from herself. I believed tha ti was in love, lady. And I was."

The End! How'd you like it? I know it switched from Hermione's POV to Harry's a lot, but hey, I think it would have been boring if I put it all in Hermione's POV since she's a giant eye for the most part. I also know it was a lot like the movie than it was the book. That's my fault. I should have refered to my copy of LotR more frequently than I did for reference.

Disclaimer: I don't own LotR or Harry Potter. They both belong to Tolkien and Rowling, two very inspiring authors!