A Second Chance

Chapter 1 : The End

There were a lot of things running in his mind and a lot more he was uncertain about. He was a horcrux. He would have to die, he spent 7 bloody years fighting Voldemort and it was unknown that he himself contained a part of the evil maniac. Having been confronted by his parents, Sirius and Remus' souls with the use of the resurrection stone, only one thing was certain, he was ready to die. For the wizarding world, for the muggle world, for hogwarts, his friends, The Weasleys, FOR Hermione.

Yes, he loved her ever since she had been petrified by the Basilisk in their 2nd year. He loved her with his whole heart, he cared for her a lot, and would die for her safety and sanity in a heartbeat and that was exactly what he was going to do. However, he hadn't got the chance to admit his love to her and most probably, ever won't in this lifetime. It broke his heart into millions thinking about his lack of courage to admit to her despite him being a BLOODY GRYFFINDOR. Alas, there was nothing he could do now. He wished he would atleast get a chance to confess his love to her.

It hurt him more thinking about her future post the war, post him dying. She would probably fall in love with some other guy, maybe Ron. Heck, she most certainly was already in love with Ron. But, still he felt happy knowing that she would remain safe and sound and would live a happy life after him with Ron. With the thought of a ecstatic and safe hermione in mind he walked in the forest entirely ready to face his fate, to die with the hands of Voldemort, to save her.

He didn't realise where he had reached while having the last loving thoughts of the love of his life until he heard the oddly familiar, dark and cold voice of his prophecised enemy. Hearing his cold voice made his heart boil with rage, this person or rather demon, was the one who had murdered his parents when he was barely 15 months old, he was the one due to whom he had to live, more preferably survive, with the Dursleys for 10 years. He was the one that caused trouble to his best friends, he was the one due to whom hundreds or thousands innocent people had faced death. He was the one due to whom Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Dumbledore, Fred and many others had died saving Harry. He was the one due to whom his Hermione had to live such a miserable and a gloomy life, in hiding, running from him and fighting him alongside Harry. He was the one due to whom he and Hermione couldn't become a couple. He was thinking about a lot of things at a speed more fast than ever he had realised, and in a couple of steps he was standing face to face with a sneering Dark Lord, unarmed. There was complete silence yet he didn't hear the pleading screams of Hagrid to return, his thoughts were speaking and only he was the one able to hear it until the cold but calm voice of the dark wizard was heard.

"Harry Potter... The-Boy-Who-Lived.. " he said, smirking visibly, "has come to die". This was the moment he was waiting for since he was informed of the prophecy between a mere child and himself, who was the 'greatest wizard', the one who had 'defeated death himself' and was 'immortal'. Harry Potter a half-blood, a 17 year old teenager was the prophecised boy and here he was standing in front of the same boy with his wand pointed towards his chest and the boy was surrendering himself, he was unarmed. It was a mere technicality for him to end the miserable life of the boy.

"Avada... " started Voldemort. Harry was reliving all the moments of his life from his birth to today as much as he could recall. His parents, the Dursleys, the Weasleys, his godfather Sirius, Remus, Tonks, his friends, his professors and Hermione. "Kedavra" Voldemort finished the incantation and a bright green beam of light shot out of his wand and started approaching towards Harry. Harry was witnessing all of his happy moments with his best friend Hermione who could have been his girlfriend. The beam of light hit his chest and he was forced onto the ground as the last of his thoughts faded and one last thought appeared in his mind more likely a dream, he and Hermione sharing a passionate kiss and before succumbing to the darkness the dream Harry said, " I love you Hermione.. ".