Harmione One Shots

| What Might Have Been

Summary: Harry is at the end of his wits, the end of his rope, and perhaps the end of everything. Hermione will stop at nothing to save him.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

TW: Depression, Suicide attempt

All credit goes to theboywhowrote on Ao3

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SEVEN YEARS AGO

Hermione,

I don't know why I'm writing you this. It's clear you don't want to hear from me, and I understand why.

I'll add figuring that out to my staggering list of failures this year. First I was useless during the attack at the World Cup, then I managed to get myself drawn into yet another scheme from the bloody Death Eaters by getting myself sucked into the bloody tournament.

I've realized that none of the success I'm lauded for is my own. The first task? That wouldn't have gone my way without you helping me learn that charm. The second? Neville came in moments before I was about to drown myself in the bloody lake, where I almost failed again even after he helped me out.

The third, Cedric died, and I practically did that myself. My bloody sense of justice made me take the cup jointly with him. He'd still be here if I'd been anyone else.

And then, I failed again, and Voldemort came back to life. All with the help of the man I was too selfish to let Sirius kill on the spot last year. Even after you risked time itself and your own safety to help me.

The bloody world is falling apart and it's all on me.

I guess I just wanted to let you know, I appreciate that you held out as long as you did before stepping back from me. And I don't blame you at all for not speaking with me over this summer.

When everyone was wearing Potter Stinks buttons, you were by my side, and I even dared let myself wonder about what might lie in our future. Without your help I wouldn't have had what little time I've had with Sirius.

By the time you're reading this though, none of it will matter anymore. The people I know, the people I care about, the people I love, have a tendency to die.

Now, none of them want any contact and I can't say I find a flaw in that logic. Less contact with me makes them all safer.

I just wish I hadn't lost so much before I realized it.

Be well, Hermione. And don't harbor any blame for yourself. What I'm about to do is on me.

Love always,

-H

P.S. If you don't mind, Hedwig will need tending to. She's yours if you'll have her. She's always taken a bit of a shine to you. Her and I have that in common.

P.P.S. You were beautiful long before that Yule Ball, you know? Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.