Summary: They were trapped. They were outnumbered, but she done what was supposed to be done. She saved them in the only way she knew how. FROM AFTER CHAPTER 12TH OF "JUST ONE SMALL MOMENT". Contains spoilers of the story. ONE SHOT

Genres: Angst/Action

Fandom: Crossover between GOT and Harry Potter.

Rating: Teen

A/N: Here's an extra chapter and I agreed with some of your reviews about the story, and I decided to do a sequel. :) That happening before that 19 years. It will be very dramatic and filled with action. Hermione will be put on the spot in some parts. I will post the prologue tonight. It will be a short story also too, but it circles around Hermione and Jaime's journey in their relationship while facing Cersei and Tywin

Sequel is on the way!

I do not and will not own HP or GOT.

I just own the plot and my own original characters.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched-they must be felt with the heart.

Helen Keller

Her life was falling down all around her. She can hear them screaming, the pain in their voices with each fall. This was war. War had no winning side. Not completely, everyone loses. People die. People get hurt. People lose someone close to them and then lose faith in the cause of what they all been fighting for.

They were trapped. At long last they seemed to have track them down on the other side of Ireland. It was so sudden. It was like they know just exactly when and where they will be. It was like someone had tip them off, but that was just no way that would have happened.

Harry Potter was their last hope. Their savior from who must not be named from the certain hell that will be inflicted if he were to win, but the war had taken a toll on everyone.

Her and her best mates had been running ever sense. They told themselves it was for the best for everyone. To keep running and not turn back. Keep running and find all of the Horcrux, so Harry Potter could eventually stopped Voldemort.

She must protect Harry, she just had to. The world could stand the loss of her, but the loss of Harry was going to be just too much and she just couldn't allow that.

She saw him.

The person dressed in black. The person that wore a very sinister smile of victory on his face when he raise his wand to her best friend, and in the last choice she could ever hope for, with the last burst of green that escaped the tip of the Death Eater's wand, she throws herself in front of Harry, taking the impact of the bright green light. The spell that would have end everyone dreams and hopes for the better future.

"HERMIONE!" She heard her name being called and then the darkness instantly, starting to overtake her mind. It was all for the good of the wizard world.

She hoped.

She hoped her death wasn't in vain.

She just hoped that Harry and Ron had survived the outcome. Death was a funny thing, actually. She didn't feel anything, not a hint of pain that she was accustom to with this war. The only thing that she felt was something brushing against her mind. Something that seemed so old and ancient.

His best-friend; the girl that he always turned to for advice had fallen. Harry Potter watched the life left from her once bright amber eyes. There was no sound that left her lips. No sound of pain, but the sound of hitting the hard cold ground before her…before him.

He felt twisted and so sick. The Death Eater laughed hysterically, at one of the downfall of the Golden Trio.

He felt numb. He could faintly, hearing Ron's angry and painful screeches. The curses and sparks of curses and hexes flow overhead between one of the Death Eaters and his best mate, but he just couldn't find himself to move. He was frozen to his spot. This was all his fault. It was all his fault. Something sinister whispered against his mind reminding him that people that stand up for him or protect him always ended up dead, killed or murdered.

The image of Sirius Black flashed within his mind. The only person that he saw as a father died the same way, just like Hermione.

When Ron got disarmed; from that same Death Eater, while the others just watched in amusement at their struggle, this snapped Harry's attention in place.

The Death Eater raise his wand once more to the boy who lived. The boy who was going to die now at this very moment and there was nothing else anyone else will do to save him other than die.

The curse left his lips. The killing curse, and as soon that it left his lips was that Death Eater own downfall.

"HARRY!" Ron shouted hoarsely, struggling to reach for his wand to help, but was cut off by another hex that kept him still.

The green light slammed into Harry's body, like a wave of water, but he didn't fall. All Harry felt was a light breeze and something very warmth that soothed him.

The curse repelled and slammed into the other Death Eater who stumbled back and fell limp to the floor motionless. Silence follow, before the other Death Eaters turned into a full out panicked.

With no time to understand what was going on, he reached for his best mate's hand and gripped Hermione's cold pale body with the other and soon he appariate them out to the only place he knew safe.

The landing was just like a portkey, it was roughed if not expected. Ron landed on his back and Harry landed right next to Hermione, who was just as motionless as before.

The situation finally hit them all.

They were all safe…but at what caused?

The death of their best-friend.

The person that kept them all safe till now, and Harry faintly wondered how all this came to happen.

"Is she…really dead?" Ron finally spoke. He tried to keep his voice stable but with no use, Harry heard the emotional strained behind it.

Harry placed the tip of his wand on her chest. Not believing that she was hit with the killing curse. That the only reason why they made it away, was that with her death had enforced that same old magic that his mother used on him against Voldemort. Love.

Even if it's motherly or friendship love, it was still love.

"Rennervate." Harry whispered, tears began to beam down his face. The tip of his wand glow blue before fading. He waited for a moment. He saw no movement. Nothing to tell him that she was alive. He cursed once more, realizing at this moment, that this was it.

He uttered the spell once more, and it came with the same result. No signs of breathing. No sign of waking up, this was all real.

He felt Ron's hand on his shoulder.

"She's gone, Harry…"

Harry sobbed.

This was all his fault. Always his fault. He slammed his hand down on the ground below him and just inches away from Hermione's lifeless body that was caked in blood.

"No…No…I refuse….not this time…not again"