A/N - I'm back in my heartbreaking mood 😈😈😈 

Regulus was disowned with Sirius for the same reason, Regulus is a marauder (nickname 'Leo' - if you wondering - because Regulus is a star in the constellation...I don't really need to explain)

This is going to be similar to THG when Peeta is hijacked and he plays 'Real or not real' 

Hermione's perspective

Hermione is the Girl-Who-Lived but she lied in the marauders era her whole life so everything is 20 years before

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My Hand Was The One You reached For, All Throughout The Great War

(The Great War - Midnights (3am Edition) - 2022)

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I frowned when I looked at him; his usually bright, hazel eyes were dim and fearful; his commonly messy, black hair was plastered to his body with sweat; and he was pale. It broke my heart, but I couldn't go comfort him like I desperately wanted to, he thought I was evil, he thought I wanted to kill him, he though I was the reason his parents passed on, he thought I was the enemy to everyone.

I wanted to kill Voldemort, even more so than before, for doing this. I loved him, we loved each other and just months before, we were planning our lives for when this was all over.

We planned when we were going to get married (September 1st 1987). Where we wanted to go on our honeymoon (Paris). Who I wanted as bridesmaids (Lily, Alice, Marlene and Dorcas). Who James wanted as groomsmen (Peter, Frank and Regulus). Who I wanted as my man of honour (Remus). Who James wanted as his best man (Sirius). How many children we wanted (somewhere between 2 and 5). What we wanted to do (me an Auror and James a stay-at-home-Dad). Where we wanted to live (as close to our friends as possible without invading their personal space).

And now is just...gone. He's just come back, yet he's never felt so far away.

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One month after he's returned, he comes up to me.

"You're evil, real or not real?"

"Hmm?" I ask, taking a bite out of my granola bar.

"You're evil. Real or not real?"

"I want to say not real, but you're probably better off asking someone else."

James nods, "But I'm asking you."

I give a weak smile and start packing up - we've been here for 3 days, which 2 days too many. James kneels beside me and starts to help, picking up food and drink flasks and put them into a bag.

He stands and holds out his hand for me to take - is it working? Is everything the doctor's have tried been successful?

I give a proper smile before pulling myself up, "Thank you."

He pats my shoulder, "It's nothing."

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Running, falling, screams pierce the air, are they from me? Colours are flying above my body - I can't move, if I do, I will surely be hit. After everything, is this how I'm supposed to bow out?

"Hermione!" someone shouts - who?

I wince as I try and sit up. One second later, a flash of colourful light comes hurtling towards me, hitting me square in the face.

Then, it all goes black.

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James screams when he sees Hermione fall down. What spell was it? What spell?

Think James, think. It was green, bright green. What spells are green?

"No..." he mutters, it couldn't have been Avada Kedarvra, it couldn't.

Hermione can't be dead. She can't.

He starts to run towards the limp body when he hears a cackle.

"Hermione Granger is dead!"

He looks around, all the faces are broken. Their only hope, the first beacon of light in the time of darkness is...dead. He runs towards her and clutches her hand like a vice.

"Wake up, please, Hermione, please. Wake up."

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The funeral was a sorrowed affair. James cried, for the first time in god knows how long. Yes, a few months ago, he hated her, he didn't trust her, but they talked! He realised that he loved her before everything, but he still does!

James was zoned out majority of the event, thinking about the time he did have with her.

"Granger, Hermione."

The hat was placed on the eleven-year-old's  head, drooping over her eyes.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

James clapped as she sat next to him. He didn't pay attention to the rest of the sorting, he occupied himself with staring at the witch beside him.

James could only see red as he ordered Snape to apologise. He called Hermione a... He called Hermione the M word.

James sought her out afterwards, finding her in an empty potions classroom.

She sniffled, "Why are you here?"

He pulled her close, hugging her, "You need some company, someone other than Snape, someone who cares about you."

She gave a watery smile, "Surely me caring about myself is enough?"

He shook his head, "You need someone else to look after you."

She nodded and buried her face in his robes.

Hermione laughed, "We are not having seven children!"

He pouted, "But I want a Potter quidditch team!"

Hermione smiled, "You have yourself and Sirius is practically your brother, so you already have two Potters for the team."

"But it needs to be true Potters! Potters by blood - or marriage!"

"Don't. You. Dare."

"You could join!"

"No way."

He frowned and pulled her close,  pressing a kiss to her temple, "You don't even want to try?"

She shook her head frantically, causing him to expel a laugh.

James Potter was alone. Sure, he had the marauders, but he was torn apart from the only person who truly understood him. He sighed and wiped his eyes.

After the funeral, he went up to Hermione's grave and pressed his hand against the cold, cold stone.

"Prongs? You coming?" Sirius called.

"In a second!"

He heard footsteps retreat. He sat next to the stone, holding his knees to his chest.

Hermione's face was pale.

"Hey, it'll be OK. I'm here."

She nodded and clutched his hand like a vice, "I'm scared, what if one of us doesn't come back?"

"My hand was the one you reached for, all throughout the great war," he said, putting a single, red rose onto the dirt.

He muttered one final goodbye and left, going in the direction he saw people leaving.

"I love you, Mia," he whispered.

A/N- I WAS IN A HEARTBREAKING MOOD! But I broke my own heart whilst writing it. I'M SORRY!