Old Hogsmead 16+
Warning- Character Death
(Sung to the tune of El Paso, with apologies to Marty Robbins)
Disclaimer: Hermione Hogsmead & Three Broomsticks are the creation of J.K.Rowling
One shot- Fully contained in this entry.

Out in the North Scottish town of old Hogsmead
I fell in love with a magical girl
Nighttime would find me in the pub Three Broomsticks
Music would play and Hermione would whirl
Blacker than night were the eyes of Hermione
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was deep for this magical maiden
I was in love, but in vain I could tell
One night, a wild young forth year came in
Wild as the Scotch highland wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Hermione, the girl that I loved
So in anger
I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the wand that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young student lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment, I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance and that was to run
Out through the back door of Broomsticks I ran
Out where the broomsticks were neigh
I caught a good guy, he looked like he could fly
Up on his back and away I did fly
Just as fast as I
Could from the North Scottish town of old Hogsmead
Out to the badlands where no man would go
Back in old Hogsmead, my life would be worthless
Everything's gone in life, nothing is left
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death
I grabbed the broom and away I did go
Flying alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow, a death curse may find me
Tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart
And at last here I am on the hill, overlooking old Hogsmead
I see the pub called Three Broomsticks below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Hermione I go
Off to my right I see five flying aurors
Off to my left fly a dozen or more
Shouting and cursing, I can't let them catch me
I have to get to the Broomstick's back door
Something is dreadfully wrong, for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
Though I am trying to stay on the broomstick
I'm getting weary, unable to ride
But my love for Hermione is strong and I rise where I've fallen
Though I am weary, I can't stop to rest
I see the green beam of light from the wand there
I feel the dread curse go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere Hermione has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Hermione, goodbye