No One

Hermione Jane Granger was yet again thrown across the room, her back hitting the wall with great forces.

She heard someone calling her name.

She forced herself to get up, pain unbearable. But still she had to fight.

Fight, for what is right.

Fight, for what she believes in.

Fight, for her, own life, and the life or others.

Wand ready she ran toward the emery. Using, everything that she could think of to protect their way of life. To stop them form getting hold of everything and everyone that she had ever loved and crushing it.

She kept fighting for what she loved.

For what she had taken for granted.

For what she couldn't live without.

Desperate screams for help where all that she could hear. Mangled bodies stood between her and the emery. Loved ones, people she would give her life to save. They were gone. All of this pain and death, was it all worth it?

Who says that where're going to get out of this alive?

Can we live without the one we loved so dearly?

Can we live with the guilt of what has been done?

For the third time Hermione was thrown at the wall. He body felt as if it was broken, there was not a single part that wasn't bruised or worse. She was getting weak. She couldn't hold much longer. The figures around her was decreasing, she was begging to think that they weren't going to get through this. But they had to.

For the Children that would grow up without knowing their parents.

For their parents who needed them.

For themselves.

She got up; it was even harder then before. Thinking of the last few days, she thought on. Ron had proposed to her. She was going to spend the rest of her life with the man she loved. She would get through this, they would get through this. She turned and saw him. He was fighting with all his might and succeeding. She always knew that he would be great. Memories flashed before her eyes.

The first train to Hogwarts.

Summer a Grimulad place in their fifth year.

Making love to Ron; The only man she had ever had feelings for.

It was all disappearing in front of her. She was fading, unable to go on. She fell to the floor. Her pulse slowing. Everything is going to be fine, she kept telling herself. She was one of the last ones left. This fight had taken so many innocent lives, so many loved ones. She tried to get up, but couldn't. Her body had given in.

"Ron." She whispered. "Ron."

There are many things that one should not have to do in life.

No one should have to give up the one they love.

No one should have to say good bye, when things where only starting

And no one, no one should have to bury their own child.