Disclaimer: I am NOT JK. Rowling, and I do NOT own any of the HP characters. If I was, and if I did, I wouldn't be here, writing a one shot fic. No, I'd be on a cruise, writing lots of H/Hr moments in book 6 and book 7. The only thing I own is the idea.
Summary: No matter what we say or what we don't say, sometimes the one the one we love will always know how we feel, so all we need to do is wait till we see them again.
A/N: Alright, this is just a plot bunny I had. I feel stupid now, cause I told Sandra, Nielle, Niyta (and all the other Wonks), I would never get any… Oh this is a one-shot!
This has nothing to do with my current chaptered fic, Private Justice!!!! Just want to let you know. So don't read this thinking it has anything to do with the PJ story.
Niyta, thanks for the great beta work!!
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She stepped into the room, and was immediately surrounded by light. The pain that she had felt a few seconds ago was no longer with her, and all she felt was peace. She didn't know where she was and took a look around the room. As she peered closer toward the center of the room, she saw a round table, with a bowl on top. She walked towards the table slowly, afraid of what she might see when she got there.
When she made it, she tilted her head over the bowl, where she was met with water. But there were figures in the water, and her eyes widened as she realized what she was seeing. She, or who she thought was her, was lying in Harry's arms, and Harry appeared to be crying. She started to think about what had just happened.
***Flashback***
She ran as fast as she could through the woods. She had been stupid to let Harry go just like that, without letting him know. He had left to face Voldemort right after a fight, and she couldn't let it end that way.
She came to them at last. Of course she knew where Harry was to meet Voldemort - Ron had told her. Harry was lying on the ground, while the Dark Lord held his wand over him.
"Give up, Potter," Voldemort hissed.
"Never," Harry replied back, not showing any sign of fear at all.
"Very well, Potter. I was hoping we'd be past all this," Voldemort said, sighing. Harry snorted in reply.
Hermione knew what was coming next. She knew Voldemort wouldn't waste this chance and let Harry have the chance to get away. He was going to kill Harry now. And she knew how…
She didn't even realize she was running, but Harry did. "Hermione!" he yelled. But she kept coming, and Voldemort didn't stop the words. "Avada Kedavra."
***End of Flashback***
The Killing Curse echoed in her head over and over again. She knew what happened. Instead of the curse hitting Harry, it hit her, for she had thrown herself on top of Harry. I'm dead, she realized. What she was looking at was down on earth, where her earthly body and her Harry still were. Where Harry still is…
She had never said it. She had never been able to say 'I love you' to Harry for one last time. They parted with her being angry with him… Angry words, not loving ones…
She turned around and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't open. "No, no!! I have to get back to him. I have to tell him! Please!" she cried as she banged on the door. But no matter how much she tried to open the door, she was stuck. "No, no…" her voice was no longer as strong, and she sank to the floor. I just want to tell him I love him…
She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she slowly looked up. She gasped as she looked into a pair of green eyes. Harry, was her first thought. But it couldn't be Harry. There was something different about the eyes, though while they were green, they were more motherly, a feminine sparkle. Then she caught sight of dark red hair, and knew she was looking at Harry's mother, Lily Potter.
Lily had a small smile on her face as she looked at the woman her son had loved, and helped her off the floor.
"Please," Hermione said. "I just want to tell him. I know I can't go back for good, but isn't there a way to tell him?"
Lilly looked down, and Hermione started to think that she couldn't speak. Lily raised her head. "There's no need to tell him, Hermione. He already knows."
Hermione shook his head. "No, you don't understand. Our last conversation had been with bitter words. I didn't want him to go, and I said things, terrible things. He probably thinks I don't care."
Lily's smile never vanished. "He knows you care. You didn't want him to go, you didn't want him to get hurt, or possibly die. You threw yourself over him to keep him from getting killed. You loved him that much. Sometimes you don't need to say 'I love you' to get your point across."
Hermione stared at her. She was right. Harry had always said that he would know she cared, and that she loved him, even if she didn't show it. In fact, right before he had left, he said, "You can yell and curse at me at much you won't, but I know you don't mean any of it…"
But she still wanted to say those words…
Lily seemed to know what was going through Hermione's mind. "I know you wish you could have said the words, but things don't always happen the way we want. Harry knew you loved him, and that's what matters. You'll see him again someday."
Lily took a hold of her hand and held it for a while. Then she let go and walked over to another door that Hermione hadn't seen. She motioned for Hermione to follow her.
And Hermione did. Lily walked through the door first, leaving it open for Hermione. One last time, Hermione looked back toward the other door, and smiled. "I will see you again, Harry. And when I do, I will tell you 'I love you.' "
She turned, walked through the doorway, and closed the door behind her.
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A/N- Well, I hope you all liked it. You guys probably wonder what kind of thoughts run through my head cause this just all of sudden came to me.
Please Review and tell me what you thought of it.
WKris