SUMMARY: Harry is was the seventh Horcrux and in order to defeat Voldemort he had to sacrifice his own life. Hermione can't accept he's gone and will do anything to bring him back.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; all glory goes to J.K Rowling.

"No…you have to let him go. Don't! No please…I have to tell him, he's got to know!" she tried to scream but somehow her voice came out as a hoarse whisper. She kept her eyes on his limp body as hooded figures dragged him away. She fought as hard as she could to wriggle free from the hooded figures that were holding her back in a death grip. But the more she fought, the weaker she seemed to get. She didn't stop trying though; she had to get to him.

Then time seemed to stop when another hooded figure appeared next to Harry and the Death Eaters. Everything around her seemed to go quiet and for a moment she too stopped fighting, as her eyes were transfixed on the dark figure that had just appeared from thin air. She had to squint her eyes to convince herself that this thing was really there. It didn't seem to be solid; it was almost as if this hooded figure was a figment of her imagination. It just didn't seem human…

"Away…" said the hooded figure in a strangely high-pitched voice, and cold as a sudden blast of icy wind. The hooded Death Eaters let go of Harry and left him to stand alone, swaying weakly. A deep shiver went down her spine as she caught a glimpse of the face that was hidden under the hood. Whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes, and a nose flat as a snake's, with slits for nostrils. An icy surge of terror washed over her at once.

"HARRY! NO! HARRY!" she shrieked, but no one heard her. It was like she was watching a movie, only there for the show. She cried mercilessly, sobs wracking her body, crying out Harry's name hoping he would hear her at least, but no avail. Harry's face held no expression, he just sat there, staring up to Voldemort's face awaiting his destiny to end.

Voldemort turned his eyes upon Harry, laughing a high, cold, mirthless laugh. "Harry Potter," he spat, like venom coming from his lips. "The boy who lived…" Then without another word, he raised his wand and called "Avada Kadavra!"

"NO! HARRY! HARRY!" she moaned, thrashing wildly in the Death eater's arms.

"Hermione, it's alright, you're alright!"

Everything was blurring around her and she couldn't focus on anything anymore.

"No…he's not dead…he's not dead…" she wailed.

"Hermione, it's ok, wake up, wake up!"

She opened her eyes.


She lay unmoving for a moment, her eyes bloodshot and swollen. She had a deadly look in her eyes; a look someone had when they were about to kill.

"Hermione, it's alright. You were dreaming…"

The voice seemed so distant, so far away…but then she felt a cold hand touch her cheek. She reacted wildly, throwing the hand off her face and shuffling away to the edge of the bed. She groped at her sheets and clutched them in her fists mumbling incoherently.

"No it's alright. I'm not going to hurt you…It's me Ron."

Her chest heaved in what seemed like sobs and she was drenched in sweat. She couldn't breathe and it was only then she realized that she was crying. She took a couple of deep breaths to regain composure. When she looked up her vision cleared and then she saw Ron's freckled face peering over her.

"Hey…" Ron whispered and smiled at her tentatively. "You're okay…" he pulled her into his arms.

She shook her head and pushed her hands against his chest. "Where's Harry? I want to see Harry."

Ron's gaze wavered from her for a moment "Harry is not here…Harry is dead, Hermione," Ron whispered almost inaudibly.

Hermione eyes flashed red "Harry is not dead!" she shrieked wrenching herself off from Ron's arms "How dare you say that? Harry would never leave the people he loves! Never!" she yelled at Ron and jumped from the bed. Ron followed her nervously and caught her in his arms before she fell on the floor.

"Let go of me! Let go! Where is Harry! I need to see him! Where is -"

Hermione writhed madly in Ron's arms, using her nails and teeth to get Ron off her. "He fought Voldemort days ago! Harry was the seventh Horcrux! Voldemort killed Harry then he died too!" Ron yelled over her screams. He already managed to grip at her wrists tightly and held them behind her back. Hermione stopped writhing slightly. "We buried Harry yesterday Hermione. He's not coming back…" Ron brought his voice down to a whisper "Harry is dead-"

"Stop! Stop it…" Hermione sobbed, shaking her head as the images of the jets of green light, screaming, crying and two dead bodies flooded her mind. Her knees suddenly gave away and she slipped to the floor. Ron slid down with her and clutched her tightly in his arms, rocking her softly.

He whispered soothingly in her ear but she heard none of it. He stroked her hair tenderly and then he kissed her lips but she didn't feel it. She was numb and empty. She couldn't feel anything. Nothing could ever make her feel better.

Not when Harry isn't alive anymore.

"Hermione, I know it's hard. Harry is our best friend but you will have to learn to move on…And the first step is to accept that he's gone. And we can't do anything to bring him back." She heard Ron say.

Yes there is. And I'll do it. I don't care what it does to me. But Hermione didn't say this out loud because she knew exactly how Ron and the others would feel about it. However, she didn't care one bit. Nothing will stop her from bringing Harry back. This isn't over yet…




A/N: Hmm…so how's that? Probably really dull and boring. But there will be second part to this which will be much more interesting. Please don't give up on me!

Thanks for reading!