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"Don't go! Harry James Potter, I'm not letting you walk a single step into that forest. Do you—" she sobbed "— understand?"
"I'm sorry," Harry said, knowing that there was no other way, but also knowing she would rather die herself than let him go.
Hermione wrapped her arms around him tighter, as if doing so would ensure that he would stay. Sighing, Harry dropped a kiss on her forehead.
Farewell, Hermione, he thought as he brought his wand to her back and muttered a spell, watching as her eyes shut, giving her unconscious body to Ron to watch over.
And walked into the forest, towards death, alone.