Title: Remember Me This Way

Disclaimer: I don't own any HP characters!'

Plot: Hermione's parents are killed, she feels so alone, but one of her friends may understand what she's going through better than she thinks. I don't own the song either. I forget who it's by, but it's not mine.

A/n: my second song fic, please be nice!

Harry grinned as Fred and George heaved his trunk into Ron's room. Apart from Hogwarts, this was his favorite place to be.

            "Anything else, my liege?" Fred asked and bowed.

            "I think that's about it," Harry said. He threw him a chocolate frog. "For your trouble,"

They grinned, bowed again and walked out of the room.

Ron flopped down on his bed. "Our fifth year is starting in three days. That means O.W.L.s, you know."

Harry nodded. "I know."

Ron sat up. "How about a game of Wizard Chess?"

Harry rolled his eyes, but agreed. He had never beaten Ron at Wizard Chess in all of the years they had known eachother.

            "What's my record now?" Ron asked. "120-0?"

            "About right, I guess," Harry moaned.

Ron set his pieces on the board, and then turned to Harry. "Your move."

Harry looked things over. "Pawn to B4."

            "Rook to I7."

Harry took a few minutes. "Pawn to G3."

            "Queen to K3."

            "So, is Hermione going to be coming?" Harry asked. "Bishop to E5."

            "Hermione," Ron repeated. "Knight to E5."

Harry watched Ron's knight slice his Bishop in half. "Yeah, Hermione. Queen to K2."

Ron grinned. Harry had just made a fatal mistake. "Rook to K2. Check." He then continued, "No, she wrote me last week saying she would be spending holiday with what's his face--- Mr. Bean…. Mumbly Joe… uhm… Krum!" His Rook squashed Harry's queen.

Harry's jaw dropped open. So she WAS visiting Krum. Red hot anger boiled inside Harry. He had a thing for Hermione since their first year. And he thought she had liked him too… I mean, she did kiss him afterall. "Pawn to H8." Harry mumbled. His whole world seemed to stop when he heard Hermione was with Krum. Alone. In Bulgaria.

            "Rook to A2. Check mate!" 

That night, Harry lay awake, half listening to Ron's ear-splitting snores, and Pig and Hedwig's squabble. He looked up when he heard a faint taping at the window. Harry could see a small form outside the window, and as he got closer, the form became more visible, and recognizable---

            "Hermione," Harry whispered.

She was standing on the steps of the Knight bus. He quickly opened the window and pulled her inside.

            "Here you go, miss," Stan, the Knight Bus attendant said. "Do buck up." He helped Harry bring the rest of her parcels in through the window, trying to be as quiet as possible. Hedwig and Pig had stopped battling and starred at the stranger bringing a large ginger cat into the room. He then gave a salute and stepped back onto the bus. It disappeared with a loud pop.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but she started trembling. "I… I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go and…"

            "Are you kidding?" Harry whispered. "The Weasley's won't mind one bit. But I thought you were with Krum."

            "I was…" she burst into tears. "until something happened."

Harry got angrily to his feet. "Did he hurt you? So help him if he did…"

            "No," Hermione squeaked. "Last night, I had come home from visiting with Viktor. I was just going to get my Hogwarts things and go back,"

Harry searched around for a tissue. He had to do something. He found an old shirt of Dudley's and tossed it to her.

She blew her nose and dabbed her eyes, but the tears kept coming. "My parents weren't there, but my mum's cousin was. She… she said…" 

Harry pulled her down onto the bed with him and turned to her. "What happened?"

            "Earlier that day, my parents were in a car accident," she sobbed. "They were killed. My mum and dad are …dead."

Harry felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. He remembered the day his aunt Petunia had told him that his parents were dead. It was still the most horrible day of his life, hands down. He was five years old, but he could remember it like it was yesterday.

            "Aunt Petunia?" little Harry asked. "Kids at school say that you're not my mum."

            "I'm not," Aunt Petunia said as if it were the most wretched thing.

            "Then who is?"

            "Your parents," Aunt Petunia said. "Are dead. They died after you were born. You'll never get to know them. You'll never see them. Now shut up and go to bed."

Harry could remember crying himself to sleep every night for a month. He had this wonderful dream where his mum and dad came in a limousine and took him far away from the house on Privet Drive. He knew exactly what she was going through.

            "I never felt so alone," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

            "You're not alone. Me, Ron, and the Weasley's, we're all here for you, and we'll help." Harry whispered.

            "I just don't know what to do," she said.

            "You've been through a lot today," he said gently. "You should get some sleep."

            "Ron doesn't know I'm here," she said, tears leaking down her face.

            "We'll tell him in the morning. Oh, Herm…" Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione. Her head fell perfectly into place on his shoulder as she cried.

            'Every now and then,

            we find a special friend,

who never lets us down,

who understands it all,

reaches out each time we fall,

you're the best friend that I've found.'

            "I'm getting your shirt all wet," she said after awhile.

He shrugged. "You can blow your nose on it if you want," then, he gently pulled her away from him and motioned to his bed. "Lay down,"

Hermione kicked off her shoes and layed down in the bed. Harry grabbed a pillow and layed on the floor.

            "Harry," she said. "If, you don't mind, can you sleep next to me? I… I just need to feel someone close to me right now."

            "Alright," Harry said and climbed into bed next to her.

She cuddled up next to him. "I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep again,"

Harry stroked her hair soothingly. "Shhh. Close your eyes. It's al right, I'm here." He kept repeating these words until he heard her breathing becoming soft and rhythmic. Then he too, closed his eyes.

End of chap 1!!!Review, review!!!