Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: This story very much so came out of the quote below the title. I love that game to the end of the earth, the entire series is fantastic, and I'm happily awaiting KH3, and the release of Birth By Sleep on PSP over in the UK =] This was also greatly inspired by some things that happened to me today. One being that I was in a car crash, and the other being that this lovely young girl died today, in a tragic accident ='[ I didn't know her very well, but my love goes out to her and her family. I hope you like it; let me know what you think.

Thinking of You, Wherever You Are

Thinking of you, wherever you are. We pray for our sorrows to end, and hope that our hearts will blend. Now I will step forward to realize this wish. And who knows: starting a new journey may not be so hard, or maybe it has already begun. There are many worlds, and they share the same sky - one sky, one destiny.

– Kairi's letter, Kingdom Hearts II (Video Game)

Prologue

The war between Voldemort and the light was five years strong, and dwindling. He was winning, and Hermione was powerless to stop him. He'd taken so much from her already; she just didn't know how much more she could take. One of these days she'd just snap, become unhinged or erupt into that dormant volcano that was constantly awaiting a violent rupture. Her resolve was slowly deteriorating, and she was just about ready to give up.

To hand herself in to him and let him to it for her, or end her life on her own terms. She'd never been one to give up, and she'd never dream of killing herself. But then he left, and she was as good as alone, so of course that changed everything.

But she had Luna by her side, and Luna was everything right now. She was all she had, and all that was making her continue to put one foot in front of the other.

Then came December 21st, and all hell broke loose. Something went in Hermione's mind, and she decided enough was enough. She and Luna had been walking through a small town to the south of the country, ready to visit a good friend's grave, when a Death Eater, posing as a stray cat in his animagus form, transformed before their eyes and killed Luna within seconds, before either could react.

They'd chosen the opportune moment, the only time that neither would be all that fixated on their surroundings, the one time they let their guard down. So they'd waited, and waited, for them to visit their friend, and ambushed them in the most heartless way possible, and now Luna Lovegood lay dead at Hermione Grangers feet and she stood motionless, waiting for that final curse to take her life. But nothing came.

She turned and saw the man in the black cloak and silver mask baring a malicious smirk and realised that he had no intention of killing her. She was the only one left. They'd rather she slowly killed herself with the despair of it all then do it for her. Because it would hurt her so much more.

And that thing inside her snapped, the volcano erupted and she became truly angry for the first time since... well, since he died. Forgetting her magic, and her birthright as a witch, she threw herself at the man with all the strength she had left in her. With the blind rage, and loathing seething through her veins she punched the man as hard as she could.

He hit the ground, in shock. She braced one booted foot upon his chest and drew her wand with all the intention of killing the man at her mercy. It was the first time she'd ever been able to utter such a curse, the first time she'd been able to truly mean it, to want someone dead so irrevocably and completely. And she felt no remorse.

Hermione pocketed her wand, and picked up her blonde haired friend, apparating back to their once great and mighty headquarters out in the wilderness of Scotland. She ever so carefully laid Luna on her bed, covering her and closing her eyes as if she were only asleep.

"We may not have ever seen eye to eye on some of your ideas..." She started. "But you were my friend, and I love you for that. You've helped me so much over these past couple of years; I truly do not know what I'm going to do without you..." She paused, smiling to herself. "I'd love to say that I hope for you to be hunting those Snorkacks where ever you are..." She leaned forward. "But until you bring me conclusive proof, they aren't real." She whispered.

She backed up, drawing her wand once again. "I'm so sorry, Luna." Walking from the building, she set the front door of the wooden house alight and watched it burn for a short while, the smoke reaching right up to the heavens. Shaking her head, and admitting defeat, she apparated back to that town, stepped over the dead body of her friends' murderer, and stopped by the grave she'd intended to visit.

Hermione looked up at the star spattered sky as the sun started to rise behind the shielding mountains and sighed at the magnitude of things to come. She had a lot to do, and little time to do it in. But he was out there somewhere. And when she found him, everything would get so much easier. She traced the inscription on her best friends' grave with great care.

'Thinking of you, wherever you are'

She spoke these words out before her in the softest of tones, almost like a prayer, and then disintegrated into grains of sand to be carried away by the slight breeze upon the shadowy grave that once was Godrics Hallow.

A/N: Yeah... not sure where I'm going with this. I just cant sleep, and needed to do something to occupy myself. Tell me what you think, and if there's enough demand for it, I'll continue it. Otherwise, I have a couple other stories I'm writing that need attention to =]