Cure My Tragedy

KellyNicolette

Rating: PG
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 22/06/2006
Last Updated: 22/06/2006
Status: completed

Songfic: Harry finally corner's Voldemort, but realized he can't find Hermione. He searches for her, but can't find a trace. What happened to Hermione? Read and find out. Very Angsty!! Be gentle, my first Angst fic. Reviews are welcome! ONE-SHOT!

Chapters

1. Cure My Tragedy

1. Cure My Tragedy

Title: Cure My Tragedy

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Yes

A/N: Hola readers! I know I haven't written anything in a while, but I figured this would hold over until I can get a good idea for another H/Hr ficcy. I know it's not the happiest fic in the world, but I love the song and I thought it would make a good fic. I just hope I did it justice. Anyways, read, and don't forget to review please!!

Song: `Cure My Tragedy' by Cold (Song lyrics are italicized)

Cure My Tragedy

Remember all the times that we used to play?

You were lost, and I would save you.

“NO!” Harry yelled as even more of his friends and schoolmates fell to their deaths. Harry spun on his heel, to face the one who was causing him all of this pain, all of this misery. His eyes, fierce, pierced right through the haze and fog covering the ground he was standing on as he followed his target. Determined with all the strength left in him to avenge this.

I don't think those feelings will ever fade,

You were born a part of me.

As he followed, he gazed at the sights surrounding him. Utter destruction. Desolation. An Armageddon. That's what it was. None of these people deserved to die, but they did. He ripped his gaze from one of the corpses and refocused it on his task. Once and for all, it was going to end. One way or another, this was going to end, right here, right now. He wasn't going to let anymore suffering to continue for everyone's sake.

I was never good at hiding anything,

My thoughts break me.

Harry hadn't noticed when his target had ceased it's movements. He kept walking, until his face made contact with the ground. Get up, Potter. A voice in his head told him. Yes, that's it. Get up and face the ending like a man. Harry instantly recognized that this voice, was not his. He hoisted himself so he was on his hands in a push-up like position, and reached for his wand.

Do you understand what you mean to me?

You are my faith…

A thought suddenly struck him as he lifted off of the ground. His eyes darted to all of the surrounding corpses, praying she wasn't one of the fallen. Oh, God. Oh, god where's Hermione? An ice-cold laugh broke him from his worrisome thoughts, and his gaze lingered upon the face of his nemesis in a deadly stare. “So, Potter. You believe you possess the power to defeat me, do you?” Harry stared at him, without falter he answered, “I know I do.”

Won't you cure my tragedy?

Won't you cure my tragedy?

Tom Riddle stared at Harry, trying to inflict fear, but it was failing miserably. Harry had a secret, and Riddle didn't know. Putting his wand hand behind his back, Harry secretly switched his wand--with Bill Weasley's. “Well, then,” Riddle started, “say goodbye to the world, Harry Potter!” A flash of green flew past Harry's ear, mere inches from hitting his face. Harry quickly recovered and fired back. “SECTUSEMPRA!” he yelled with all the strength he had left.

Don't take her smile away from me,

She's broken and I'm following.

Voldemort's laughter was cut short as his face suddenly fell, and he stared at his chest. Ripping open his robes, he found a large, deep gash across his heart. “What is this? It can't be!” Riddle yelled at Harry. “You thought you were so clever using the Horcuxes didn't you?” Harry scowled as he approached his dying enemy. “Well I have something that was much more clever than that. I have Hermione.” Riddle stared at him in disbelief. “The MUDBLOOD?!” Harry kicked Riddle in the face.

Won't you cure my tragedy?

Won't you cure my tragedy?

Harry had a new-found strength as he stared down at the now bloodied face of Lord Voldemort. “I was never afraid of you. Never,” He whispered with venom as he leaned into Riddle's ear. “and now no one has to be. Say goodbye, Tom Marvolo Riddle. The world is finally rid of you.” Harry lifted his wand, and aimed it at Riddle's throat. He whispered his final attack, “Sectusempra.”

If you make the world a stage for me,

Than I hope that you can hear me scream,

“Won't you cure my tragedy?”

The minute he knew Voldemort was dead, he began his search. He checked the bodies, desperately hoping that she wasn't among them. As he searched, he also kept an eye out for anyone still breathing, still moving, still showing any sign of life in their battered bodies. He searched, and searched, and searched, but could find neither hide, nor hair of her. It was as if she had disappeared. As Harry approached a large row of trees, he heard sounds he hadn't noticed before.

When I sit and think of the days we shared,

And the nights you covered for me.

Harry spun around, trying to pinpoint the area in which the sound was eminating from. He followed his ears as he found a secluded spot of the woods. There, he saw someone. He ran over, praying that it wasn't her. He slipped, and fell over. Still desperate to find out whose body it was, he crawled over to the wheezing form. Still breathing… He thought to himself as he flipped over the body. He gasped.

Every little thing that I ever did,

You would stand by me.

“No!” Harry cried, as Hermione's bloody face was turned to him. “H-Harry…” she wheezed, barely breathing anymore. “'Mione,” he whispered as tears started streaming down his face. “Harry,” she said, cupping his face with her right hand, “Harry, I'm okay. Is it over?” He nodded, and smiled, tears still falling. She had begun to cry as well.

Every time you cried it would take my wind,

My heart would break.

If I could be strong like you were for me,

You are my faith…

“Hermione, I need to tell you something…” Harry began, still looking into her eyes, “Hermione,” he stopped when he felt her fingertips on his lips. He grasped her hand and looked at her, bewildered. “I kn-know, Harry.” She smiled, faintly. He became even more worrisome when her blinking became sluggish, and her stuttering got worse. “H-Har-Harry, I l-love you, t-t-too” Harry smiled as more tears came down. “Hermione,” his tone of voice changing, “who did this to you?” she stared at him for a moment before lifting her hand and pointing at the area in front of them.

Won't you cure my tragedy?

Won't you cure my tragedy?

Don't take her smile away from me,

She's broken and I'm following.

Harry followed her finger to see four other bodies laying on the ground. He kept looking until he heard Hermione gasp. “Hermione? Hermione!” he lifted her face, and she spoke her last words, “H-Harry, d-d-don't gi-give up, ok-k-kay?” she smiled, and her head lolled to one side. Harry screamed, as loud as he could, knowing no one could hear him as he lifted her cheek to his and clutched her robes. “No,” he whimpered, “No, Hermione, don't leave me, don't leave me…”

If you make the world a stage for me,

Than I hope that you can hear me scream.

Can you hear me scream?

Placing a light kiss upon her lips, he lay her head back on the ground, only for a moment. He wanted to see who had done this to him. To her. He walked over to the bodies, and looked at the face of the one Hermione had pointed to. “Bellatrix…” he whispered menacingly. Hermione had managed to kill his God-Father's murderer, but in the end, met her own fate as well. He swiped the tears from his dirty face, and turned back towards Hermione's body.

Can you hear me scream?

Won't you cure my tragedy?

Won't you cure my tragedy?

He lifted her body off of the ground, and headed back to the school, in hopes of finding anyone else who might be alive. As he walked back into the expanse of land the main parts of the battle had taken place, he could see some standing, and helping to search for others. After consulting with one of the survivors, Harry set off, with Hermione, towards Hogwarts.

Don't take her smile away from me,

She's broken and I'm following.

Won't you cure my tragedy?

Won't you cure my tragedy?

As he approached the castle, two figures came running towards him. Lowering Hermione's legs, he grabbed his wand from his hip. As Ron and Ginny came into view, he lowered his wand, replaced it, and picked up Hermione's legs once again. Ron and Ginny skidded to a halt once they saw what Harry was holding. Ron's mind went blank as he put his arms around his now crying sister.

If you make the world a stage for me,

Than I hope that you can hear me scream.

“H-Harry, what happened…” Ron trailed off as he looked at Hermione's pale face. He looked up, eyes somber, and said only two words. Two words that caused his world to come crashing down, “She's gone.” Ginny cried harder, her shoulders shaking with every violent sob. Ron placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, his own tears falling into the dirt at his feet.

I can't take this anymore,

I can't feel this anymore.

Won't you take and give her pain to me?

`Cause my whole life I've made mistakes.

Harry sniffled, and started to walk past them. Ron turned and grabbed Ginny by the hand, and all made their way to the castle, remembering Hermione. Harry stopped suddenly, looking up at the sky, and screamed. Loud and hard, he screamed. His face was red, and his throat dry, tears continuing to stream down his already stained face. Harry kissed her forehead, “Goodbye, Hermione,” and walked towards home.

Can you hear me scream?

Can you hear me scream?

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