I dont own HP (or Final Fantasy) so enjoy! M for a reason!

Chapter 1

"And what if that gets people around you involved? What happens when your actions end up ruining someone's life? What if someone dies? What then? How do you pay for what you've done?"

Hermione sighed. Her heart ached, but there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She closed her eyes, wishing the tears would stop. It had been three days since the battle. She had failed everyone. By trying to protect Harry, Ron had been killed. It was all her fault. She watched as the light left his eyes. She loved Ron, she had always loved Ron. And he died, without every knowing it.

She slammed her fist at the table in her home. She was alone. Her parents were still in Australia, and she wasn't sure if she should restore their memories or not. I mean, she couldn't even live with herself, what made her think that they would be able to forgive her?

Forgiveness. That was something she dare not ask for. She was at fault for the death of her two best friends. She couldn't save either or them, no matter how hard she tried. Her stupid idea, it got them all in trouble. The tears poured down her face. She didn't know how to make things right.

Hermione got up and walked over to the window. Looking outside she sighed. The Muggle world was so peaceful now that it wasn't be terrorized. Turning back to the table she looked at the letters across it. Everyone had written her, begging her to come back. No one blamed her, but she blamed herself.

She couldn't pay for what she did. For what she was at fault with..

She wrote everyone the same response.

"There is nothing that can make something like that right again. When someone's dead, when someone's gone, words are useless."

Sending the letters off, she went into her bedroom, closing the door. She ran the tub, filling it to the brim and climbed in. She took out her razor, and dragged it across her wrists, letting the blood flow freely.

"It's all my fault.."

She dragged the razor again. She laid in the tub, thinking about that day. She was helping Harry battle Tom, they were going to win! She heard Ron scream, and turned to see Fenrir attacking him. She wanted to run for him, but she couldn't leave Harry alone with Him. He wasn't strong enough. She turned away from Ron, tears in her eyes, trying to help Harry. She was so distracted, Voldemort send a killing curse her way, and Harry pushed her out of the way, not wanting Hermione to die.

She remembered the screams from everyone. Voldemort turned to Hermione, stalking her. He was unaware of Kingsley creeping up on him, Avadaing him from the back. Voldemort died. Kingsley was a hero.

But her two friends died because of her. She could have saved Ron. Or been more focused, and Harry wouldn't have needed to save her. She should have been stronger.

She climbed out of the tub and crawled into her bed, crying herself to sleep.