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Here it is Boys and Girls, the Full chapter 16! Enjoy :)

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Chapter 16 - Tears

"Harry!" I heard her scream as I was pushed onto my back, above me, through the darkness that was slowly clouding my eyes; I saw tears dropping from her eyes onto my cheek.

"Hermione..." I whispered through the haze.

"Hang on! Please Harry!" I heard her cry out. "Don't leave me... don't leave me again.... please...." she sobbed.

"Hermione... " I said through mouthfuls of blood, or maybe I only tried to say it, I wasn't sure. "I... love... yo-"

Then a wave of darkness took my vision away, and everything became nothing more than whispers...

---------????----------

".... Help! I need help over here..."

"... By the glaciers! What happened..."

"...Hand me a Blood replenish-..."

"... need to bring him to -...."

"... Don't leave me Harry, please don't leave me..."

"... We're losing him! We have to stabilize him now!"

"... -otter! Get him a private room now!"

"... –ry ma'am but you can come with...'

"..NO! I want to be with Harry!"

"... Ma'am I said 'GET OUT!"

"... By Merlin's beard..."

"... Magical exhaustion, numerous broken bones, a fractured skull..."

"... -aler Norton we have to stop the internal ble-..."

"... By Morgana's tits! Watch out!"

"... Stabilize his core! His energy's leaking out!"

"... We're about to lose him! We have to create a mat-..."

---------Hogwarts, ????----------

Silence filled my ears as awareness slowly took over my mind, my eyes blinked lazily into a world of colour and light as I gazed at the familiar ceiling before wandering around the room as I lay in bed. The afternoon sun shone brightly through the window beside my bed, lighting the room in a glow of red and gold light as it reflected off the curtains and various other Gryffindor colours in my room. A glance outside showed a world of Autumn trees, their branches swaying to a breeze as loose leaves fluttered in the wind in the poetic dance of red, yellows and oranges.

Manoeuvring myself to lean against the back of the bed I contented myself to stare out the window at the swirling colours while I wondered about what my options were now as I conjured a glass of water. Slow slips of water trickled down my parched throat as I recollected on what I remembered. Running a hand across a new scar on my face, a sudden touch of wetness on my fingertips forced my sights away from the colours outside onto the palm of my hand. A hand soaked in blood greeted my eyes and I reflexively clenched it into a fist as my breathing raced. Slowly I unwrapped my fingers from the death grip fist to reveal an unbloodied palm, naught drop or hint of blood not my own reside there. For what seemed like eternity my eyes never turned away from the center of my palm, half expecting the 'blood' to reappear as I waited for my breathing to slow down.

"I see you're awake..."

My head immediately snapped to the direction of the voice. "Hermione..." I whispered unconsciously.

"How are you feeling?" she said as she walked forward.

"How long have I been out?" I asked in return.

"Almost more than a week." She replied as she stopped at my writing desk.

"I see...."

"You've made the headlines again," Hermione said as she tossed me a week old copy of the Prophet.

Sightings of our Saviour!

By: Synthia Cambridge

The first sightings of the Boy-Who-Lived since the summer have finally flown in when He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named staged an attack on Hogsmeade yesterday on Halloween. Eye witnesses tell us that The Chosen One single handily destroyed all the Dementors under You-Know-Who's control and inside sources of the Ministry of Magic say the same. However it was a small reprieve for what was to come. Almost immediately after a large group of Death Eaters, estimated to be around fifty, attacked the southern section of the town...

I grunted once before tossing the paper to the side, my eyes trailing its path as it fell, fully aware of Hermione's eyes on me.

"Why?" Hermione whispered after e moments silence. Her voice harsh and stony as the words formed on her lips. Pain reflected in them, of betrayal and resentment, much like my own if I were to admit.

"Why what?" I asked turning my attention to what lay out the window, a small part of me wondering if this day was the day I hoped and feared for at the same time. The day I would stop hiding from those I care about.

"Why did you lie to me?" Her voice breaking as my eyes met hers, "Why did you pretend to be someone you're not, why did you fool me into believing you were my friend?!" her voice rising in volume as she continued, "was this all some twisted joke of yours?! Do you find it fun to be a two-faced bastard?!" she screamed the last.

"I never said I didn't need you..." I whispered more to myself but apparently Hermione had the ears of a cat.

"What?" her voice faltered.

My eyes hardened and stony as I replied; "I never said I didn't need you!" my voice was thick and full of pain. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the bed with tears in my eyes. "I never said I didn't need you..." my voice quieting as I closed my eyes.

"I don't believe you." Her voice a deadly whisper

"You won't understand."

"Then make me understand!" By now, we were scant inches away from each other.

"I can't!"

"Why?" she near pleaded as she grabbed my arms, "why did you push me out? Why won't you let me in? Why must you do everything on your own?!"

"I wasn't the one who pushed you away..." I said looking away, unable to look into her eyes. Shame filling me as tears stung my eyes.

"What do you mean?" Hermione whispered, her hand turning my face to look at hers.

Lifting a free hand, I summoned the letter from that fateful day from my trunk and gave it to Hermione. "I received that a couple weeks after I went back to the Dursely's from 5th year."

Her eyes widened as she read the letter until a frown marred her forehead. "This isn't my signature..."

"I figured that out recently."

"Why? Why did you never come and ask me directly?" She said shaking me, as a hint of tears slipped into her eyes.

"I couldn't..."

"Why not?"

"Because I was afraid of what you would say!" I cried at last as my vision blurred. "I was afraid..."

"Afraid of what? What were you afraid of!?"

"I was afraid of what I would do!" I cried as I tried to will the tears back, "Sirius died because of me! Because of me, he went to the Department of Mysteries and fell through the veil! Do you have any idea how much I hated myself?! Then weeks later I got a letter saying that my only two friends saying that they never want to see me again... that you don't want to ever see me again..."

Hermione only looked on with horrified eyes.

"Do you know how many times I sat on my bed and just stared at my wand thinking a word or two and all my troubles would be over? Just a word or two and I get to see everyone... mum...dad... Sirius... then I wouldn't be alone anymore..." I whispered the last as I tilted my head back, tears leaking freely from my eyes.

SMACK

"DON'T YOU EVER THINK THAT!" She cried before burrowing into my shoulder as a large handprint appeared on my face, "You're not alone! You're not...

I merely stayed silent as my arms automatically came up to wrap themselves around Hermione.

"I know there's a heavy burden on your shoulders," she continued, "and you would like nothing better than to spread your wings and fly away. I know I can't relieve your burden for you, but you don't have to do it alone! I want to help! I want to be there for you!"

"You can't..." I whispered.

"Why? Why can't I help you?" she said as she turned her head to look up at me, tears streaming down her face.

"Because I don't want to see you get hurt! I-I-I don't know what I would do if I ever saw you get hurt..."

"What?" She said stuttering.

"I don't want to see your get hurt... I can't see you get hurt..."

"What are you trying to say?" she questioned, her voice barely discernable as a small hint of fear crept into it, "H-Harry, what are you trying to say?"

I lowered my eyes from where they had been staring into the ceiling and held her gaze in my own. "I-I-I love you." My heart tearing itself asunder as the cursed words left my lips.

Her eyes enlarged in shock. "W-W-What?"

"I love you! I have for some time..." my chest boiling in pain as my thoughts became clouded.

"Why.... why haven't you said something before this?"

"How could I?! You were happy with your life, you had nothing to worry about; you had a boyfriend and had friends. What right did I have to take that all away from you? And Voldemort...Tom is after me and if he knew... if he knew what I felt about you... Then I would be putting your life in danger!"

SMACK

"You idiot! I'm a muggleborn! He's coming after me anyway because of my parents! Do you know how I felt when you weren't there?! Do you know how many times I stayed up late and just stared at the moon wondering what you were doing?! I felt so alone without you..." She cried while beating futilely against my chest with her fists.

"Hermione..."

"I hate you... I hate you for leaving me, I hate you so much, but I can't stop loving you..." her word were like a knife cutting away at the sluggishness in my mind, her face digging a hole into my chest, her hands gripping my shirt tightly.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered into her hair as I held her tightly to me. "I'm sorry for everything."

Beneath me, I felt her lift her head from my shirt our heads turned to look at each other. Our eyes locked as our faces inched closer and closer to one another. And slowly as we grew closer... we kissed...

--------Convergence-----------

"Where am I?" He asked into the grey mist that hung around him.

"What's going on?"

"Where is everyone?"

"What's happening?"

"Hello Harry." A voice sounded.

Whipping to his left, his eyes gazed upon a man of indistinguishable age. But the most startling aspect was his eyes, the same colour as his mother...

"W-w- who are you?"

"I am you." This from behind him. Spinning himself around, what he first saw was a beard. A long white beard not unlike Dumbledore's, he thought. When he looked into the eyes of the old man he was surprised to see himself... himself with years of untold pain that lined his face.

"As are we." A collection of voices floated from around him.

"W-W-What do you mean? Who are you people?"

"We are you of different times and universes. A collection if you will, of all our conscience that felt that too much had happened and too little was done..." This coming from the first 'Harry'.

"Huh?"

"We, each and every one of us, is from an alternate timeline or universe, you can say. Each and every one of us has been betrayed, hurt, and lost a loved one. Some more then others."

"I was given Love Potions by my wife for the better part of twenty years... and when I found out, I murdered her and in my hatred and anger, I became the next Dark Lord." Said a Harry, his eyes dead and soulless.

"I lost the one I loved when a Death Eater killed her. And in my anger I went insane. Like he before me, I became the next Dark Lord and tried to resurrect my love." Another voiced, his eyes the colour of black void.

"I, unlike the other two before me, did not become a Dark Lord. But for me, the one I loved married into a brutal man. And in one night of drunken rage, he killed her." This, from the Elder 'Harry' before his eyes.

"I lost my love in the final battle. Voldemort killed her before my eyes as I lay helpless before him. She carried our twins. And I was helpless to save her..." A seventeen year old Harry said.

"I lost everything when my memory was stolen and could only regain bits and pieces for every Dark Wizard I slew." Another said his face scared from untold battles, his pure white eyes unblinking and cold.

"My Headmaster sought to place the son of a 'light' oriented family as my friend. He only saw his toy as a pawn and never bothered to understand the jealousy and resentfulness within. So he never knew that the one thing that the thought kept me as a 'light' wizard was actually turning me into a 'dark' wizard. One day when I professed my feelings to the one I love. My 'friend' slew her in her sleep in hopes of being the only one in my heart. And in my rage I became the new Dark Lord, more terrible and powerful then Voldemort ever was."

"I buried my wife less than a week after getting married. I was forced to kill her when Voldemort possessed her and I could do nothing else. And in turn, I was murdered by my twin..." A seventeen year old Harry said, a tinge of red colouring his bangs.

"I lost my life and the one I loved on our search for Voldemort's Soul when our... friend," this was spoken with much hatred. "Betrayed us to Voldemort..."

"I lost my family when... a former friend... he killed them in cold blood... I was forced to watch my own daughter's throat being cut open in front of me and I was powerless to do anything else..."

"I had a son, but in my Headmaster's greed for power, he found out and used me as a tool for his bidding. In the end my son and the love of my life lost their lives and in my grief and rage I slaughtered every living being on the planet."

On and on the stories continued, each one heavy with their own pain and sadness. All of them centered on losing the one or ones they loved. When it ended, the feeling of anguish hung supreme.

"So what do you all want with me? What are you going to do?" Harry said.

"We are here to help you, to do what no one else would do for us. To give you guidance and strength." The first 'Harry' replied.

"O...k... How did you all get here?"

" would be because of me."

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A/N - Thats it for now! Thats part of the first chapter I wrote for Convergence. Details come with the story. :)

A/N - And yes, you can bring the pitchforks and the many other things to tear me apart with.