So This Is The End?

Title: So This Is The End?
Fandom: Harry Potter ~ General Series ~ My Big Damn Table
Pairing, etc:
Prompt: Ends ~ 3
Word Count: 1,144 (every word packed with angst)
Rating: Harry
Author's Notes: Born out of the challenge critical for the HP100 community. One of the writers asked for an expansion. I hope that it makes sense...

Harry stood in the waiting room, hands clenched tight together, waiting for someone to tell him something, anything, about her condition. Too tired to pace, to distraught to realize he was covered in blood, he ignored his surroundings, focusing instead on the door, waiting for the slightest hint of motion.

Finally, after years of waiting, the door finally opened.

But, it was just another person, coming to wait on the doctors.

Exhaustion taking its toll, Harry slid to the dingy grey floor, tucking his knees into his chest. The dingy white on the wall contrasted sharply with the freezing cold in the room, it seemed to him that the walls should be perfectly white. But, maybe that would make patients feel too uncomfortable, especially those with sins on their souls.

Like his.

He must have fallen asleep at some point, curled up against the wall, because he awoke to see a doctor standing over him. Mr Potter?

Still feeling like he was asleep, Harry nodded his head slowly and started to struggle to his feet. The doctor gently put a hand on his shoulder, preventing him from rising. We are working on Ms. Granger right now, trying to stabilize her enough for surgery.

Harry stared at the doctor, willing words to form, willing the doctor to tell him that she was going to pull though.

I am not going to lie to you, Mr. Potter. The doctor said, as gently as possible under the circumstances, But she is in very critical condition right now and her prognosis is not very good.

Blindly, Harry nodded and rasped out, "Do you," he swallowed, hard, "have any idea when..."

Shaking his head compassionately, the doctor took off his glassed and cleaned them on his shirt. Harry wanted to smile at the gesture, so like his own, but the situation and the doctor's words prevented it, It is simply too soon to tell, Mr. Potter. Is there anyone who could come and wait with you?

"Please," Harry tried to force a smile, giving it up as a bad cause almost immediately, "call me Harry. And, no, there isn't. It's just us, now."

Sliding his glasses back on, the doctor gave him a tight smile, Harry. An alarm started beeping behind them and the doctor squeezed Harry's shoulder, I will be back later, Harry. I promise you that.

But he did not promise to save Hermione.

Restless now, Harry paced the waiting room, trying not to remember...but how could he help it? It was his fault that magic was gone from the world now, magic that could have Hermione tucked safely in his bed by nightfall, had he not gone after Voldemort. The magic in the world was broken in the final battle and the Wizarding World lay in ruins. When Diagon Alley collapsed, the magic sucked out of the architecture and support system, the crater killed thousands of innocent bystanders. The same happened with certain bridges, other underground communities, and various other things that depended on magic to exist. All of them lay in ruins now, like his wand, shattered to pieces with the final spell he cast. Every single bit of disaster visited upon the Wizarding World, he, Harry Potter, the Savior of the Wizarding World, was responsible for.

The irony of the entire situation did not escape him.

A nurse walked by the door as Harry paced in front of it. She was carrying a silver tray and seemed to be in a hurry. Curious, Harry watched her eel in and out of the traffic in the halls with the practiced ease of one who had been doing this for a long time. When she ducked into the room they had wheeled Hermione in earlier, though, Harry jerked back from the door, shaking. Quickly, he retreated back to his previous position on the floor, but this time, he locked his eyes on his knees, refusing to look anywhere else.

And then there was the accident.

They had another fight when he got home from work. God only knows what it was about, he certainly didn't remember anymore, but it ended when she ran out into the street to get away from him and got hit by a speeding car.

The only person from the Wizarding World that still gave a damn about him and he let her run in front of a sodding car.

Slowly, Harry pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and stared at it for a while, feeling like he should call someone and tell them. Someone to come sit with him, at least. With a sigh, he snapped the phone shut and put it away, there was no one to call. Hermione's parents were dead, the Dursley's would be worse than waiting by himself, and Ron... Well, to say that he and Ron did not talk to one another anymore might be a bit of an understatement. And Hermione no longer mentioned Ron's name, not even to be nasty about him behind his back. But still, maybe he should call him and let him know what was going on.

Mr. Potter? The doctor loomed over him and Harry looked up, his heart sinking at the use of his surname. The injuries Ms. Granger sustained caused a massive temporal hemorrhage. The hemorrhage itself has caused multiple aneurysm in her brain and there is a very large chance that she sheared her brain stem. The doctor touched his shoulder again, his brown eyes sad, We have her on life support right now but realistically there is no chance of her ever recovering. She is brain dead, Mr. Potter.

"Take her off life support."

The doctor, alarmed by the dead quality to the man's voice, dropped to his knees beside Harry. Are you sure that is what you want to do, Mr. Potter? You do realize that she will die if we take her off life support.

Woodenly, Harry nodded, "I understand. Take her off life support."

Gently, the doctor squeezed Harry's shoulder once more, Do you wish to say goodbye first?

"No." He choked, remembering the nightmarish journey to get to the hospital in time. He had driven like a maniac to get here, knowing he would beat the ambulance by at least ten minutes. He had almost wrecked the car when she woke up, "We said goodbye on the way here."

I am very sorry for your loss.

Blindly, Harry shook the doctor's hand and remembered his manners enough to thank the man. Waiting until the doctor left, Harry walked out of the room, not caring where he went now. She was gone. His reason for living, just gone. And it was his fault.

Later, the hospital was rocked by screams when a nurse found Harry in the girl's bathroom, a crimson pool surrounding the Savoir of the Wizarding World. Some Savoir...