Remember

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter, well except those awesome posters on my wall, but ya know what I mean!

AN: This is just a random one-shot fic that I had been thinking about doing for a while. It didn’t turn out as well as I would have liked for it to, but hey what can ya do? I hope ya’ll like it. Comments are always welcome!! Let me know what you think!

I sat at my desk with my head cradled in my hands; tears were streaming freely down my face. I could taste the salty rain as it ran into my mouth; I didn’t want to taste anything. I didn’t want to feel anything right now. The pain reverberating throughout my entire body was too much for me to handle, it physically hurt for me to think about him.

My best friend, my lover, my life was gone. The most important person in the entire world to me was now lying at the bottom of a grave with the headstone that read: “Here lies Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived defeater of Lord Voldemort, Loved by many.”

Loved by many? No one loved him the way I did. No one appreciated everything he had to offer the way I did.

Racking spasms began to tear my body apart as I sat there feeling sorry for myself. Ron had been by to offer his condolences, he had loved Harry also, and he was his best friend.

I propped my head up and squinted at the clock. It was well past midnight and I had to be up early tomorrow to deal with Harrys’ estate. The thought of having to see Dumbledore and McGonagall almost brought me to tears again. It was because of them that I met Harry and I was eternally grateful to them. If they had not noticed my magical abilities then I would not be mourning the death of my husband right now.

Memories of Hogwarts came flooding back to me.

The first ride on the Hogwarts Express.

Harry and Ron saving my life for the first of many times from that troll in the girl’s bathroom. Remember Ron its ‘swish and flick’.

Waking up from petrification and seeing their shining faces when I met them in the Great Hall.

Riding Buckbeak as we saved Sirius, Harrys’ Godfather.

The Goblet of Fire spitting out Harrys’ name, and me being extremely proud of him after successfully making it through all three tasks.

Comforting Harry through the death of Sirius.

Our first real kiss in the Gryffindor Common Room, and the way his emerald green eyes sparkled with the realization of what he had done.

All of us doing brilliantly on our N.E.W.Ts.

The first time Harry ever told me he loved me, my heart was nearly beating out of my chest.

Harry being accepted as an Auror, Ron making the Chudley Cannons, and myself becoming the youngest ever Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts.

Harrys’ proposal.

And now…another memory to be added to the banks, though this one is not a happy one. The death of my beloved, six months after our wedding. I felt as though I had been cheated, I was jipped the chance at having a wonderful life with that man. And all because of another man who was power hungry.

Harry had gone after Voldemort two weeks ago, he had been reported to be spotted in Germany, so Harry went off alone to fight him. He said that my love would be what brought him home, obviously it wasn’t enough.

I began to slip into a deeper and deeper depression; Ginny would come knocking on my door with cakes and butterbeer, saying she just wanted to help. I never answered the door for her, or anyone else. I finally put a spell on my house that would stop anyone from apparating into it.

I was losing weight and becoming quite pale, when Ron showed up at my house banging on the door and screaming my name quite loudly. After thirty minutes of him doing this relentlessly, I finally answered the door.

“Merlin Hermione, you look a fright.” Ron had absolutely no tact.

I rolled my eyes at him. “What do you want Ron? Don’t you have some sort of practice to be going to?” I realized I was being a bit rude to him but I was mourning and I wanted to do it alone.

“ ‘Mione, I know you are distraught over Harrys death, but you are killing yourself. He would not have wanted this.” Rons’ eyes were full of pleading. He looked one step away from getting down on his knees and begging me to return to normal Hermione Granger.

Thinking about what Harry would have wanted only made me more upset. True he wouldn’t have wanted me to mourn his death for so long, he would have wanted me to get on with my job and find someone new. But no one understood, not even Harry, the love that I felt for him.

“Ron, thank you for your concern” I said truthfully, and I was thankful. I loved Ron, he was my best friend. “But I need to deal with this in my own way. I’m sorry”

Ron hung his head and shuffled out the door. I shut and locked it behind him. I didn’t want to deal with anyone anymore. I wouldn’t care if I died behind this door and no one knew about it for weeks.

I moved slowly into my study where my textbooks for the New Year were. I knew if I was going to live I was going to have to go back to work, as much as I didn’t want to, I knew I had to own up to my adult responsibilities. I thanked Merlin right then, that there was still two months left of the summer holiday.

Sitting down on the couch that Harry and I shared so many times, I wrapped a blanket around myself and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to be able to see anything, if I couldn’t see then it would make everything seem less real.

I could feel a draft coming in through the closed window…wait a minute closed window? I opened my eyes and they landed on a very familiar mop of messy black hair. Suddenly my throat felt very dry, whereas my eyes were becoming quite wet with tears.

Harry was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of me, as he did so many times before. He was staring at me, observing every move I made, just as he always did. Finally he spoke; his voice was strong and full of passion.

“ ‘Mione, you’ve lost weight.”

That was it? That was all he could say to me? Never the less I cracked a small smile.

“I’m mourning the death of my husband. I have a right to lose some weight.” I retorted, he returned my smile whole-heartedly.

“You know what I mean. I’ve been watching you, and I’ve been watching our friends and family. They’re worried about you, as am I.” He shifted his translucent body towards me, getting closer. “ It is understandable to mourn, but you are taking it too far. Please I love you too much to watch you kill yourself because of me.”

A tear escaped my eye and made its journey down my face. It landed on the sofa with a soft plop.

“Harry, I’m nothing without you. I don’t know what to do without you here with me.” I wiped away another stray tear and continued looking at him. “I’ve depended on you for so long, it’s difficult to think of life without you right besides me. Who is going to tell me to come to bed when it’s three o’clock in the morning and all I’ve been doing is studying and planning lessons for three years in advance? Who’s going to make me breakfast in bed, Merlin knows I can’t cook to save my life!” Harry chuckled at that comment and nodded his head.

“Hermione, I can’t answer those questions, because I don’t know them. But I want you to know that no matter what you think and no matter what you do while on earth, I am going to love you with every fiber of my being. You are the only woman on this planet that I have ever loved.”

Tears were now escaping from Harrys’ eyes but his didn’t hit the floor when they reached his chin, they seemed to melt back into him. A soft sob escaped my throat as the realization that Harry was dead hit me once again.

He came to me then, and somehow wrapped his arms around me. He was very warm for being a spirit. I lay my head on his shoulder and just reveled in the fact that I loved this man more than anything and he felt the same as I did. His fingers were digging into my back, he was clutching onto my so tightly, it felt wonderful to be held in his arms again.

He then pulled back and looked me directly in the eye. His emerald green orbs piercing my velvety brown ones.

“Dance with me?” Was all he said to me.

Magically I heard the CD player turn on and a cd begin spinning in the player. I hadn’t the slightest clue what song was going to come out of the speakers but I took his hand anyway. We stood together and wrapped our arms around one another.

Then the song began to play, and immediately I knew it was perfect for the occasion. I craned my head up to him and smiled.

Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me, in your memory

Remember, when your dreams have ended
Time can be transcended
Just remember me

We began dancing around the room, Harry holding onto my body tightly. My arms were doing the same, afraid that I would lose him, if I held on too loosely.

I am the one star that keeps burning, so brightly,
It is the last light, to fade into the rising sun

I'm with you
Whenever you tell, my story

Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me, in your memory
Remember me

He released on of his hands to bring it up to my face and brush away a stray piece of hair from my hair, he then placed a kiss where that hair had been. I closed my eyes in ecstasy.

I am the one voice in the cold wind, that whispers
And if you listen, you'll hear me call across the sky

As long as I still can reach out, and touch you
Then I will never die

Remember, I'll never leave you
If you will only
Remember me

Remember me...

He bent his down and placed a gentle yet passionate kiss upon my lips. It said everything he had ever felt for me. It said I love you; I will always be with you, if you need me I’ll always be here. It said all that and more.

Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me
In your memory

Remember, when your dreams have ended
Time can be transcended
I live forever
Remember me

Remember me
Remember... me...

The song ended and our dance stopped abruptly. I stood in his arms not wanting to let him go, because I knew if I did I would lose him forever. His grip around my waist hadn’t loosened yet and I was beginning to think maybe he was going to stay, but his next comment said otherwise.

“Hermione, you have to promise me you will take care of yourself from now on, please?”

My eyes filled with tears again, and I nodded my head in agreement with him. I saw his hand come up and he placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him.

“You have to promise me, I left you something that needs to be taken care of.”

Confusion overwhelmed me at this point. I didn’t know what he was talking about. The hand that he used to bring my head up to him now went to my stomach, he rubbed it gently.

“My son, our son Hermione. You need to take care of him.”

The tears that had been threatening to escape finally did at this point. I was pregnant with Harrys’ baby. I was suddenly filled with a feeling of such elation I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“Hermione, I love you.”

I could see him beginning to fade right in front of me. I began to panic when my hand went through him.

“Harry no! Please don’t go!” I reached out for him but nothing was there. He was gone.

“I love you Hermione” His voice was nothing but a whisper now, but it still reached my ears.

“I love you too Harry.” I said clutching my stomach. “I love you too. I always will.”