Terror Personified
By: lana-la-banana
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DISCLAIMER- I am not affiliated with Joanne Kathleen Rowling or Warner Bros. Company and do not claim to own any of the characters in this story. I am not making any money off the creation of this work; I am writing it solely for my own entertainment and the entertainment of others.
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Hermione sat straight up in her bed, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Even in her half-awake state, she could sense something was wrong. Her dreams had been haunted by visions of the terrors that Voldemort and his followers unleashed every day. It seemed that her dreams had come alive. Up in her dormitory, she could hear the screams of terror and pain. Dumbledore said that it could never happen, but it had. Voldemort had attacked Hogwarts.
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Hermione pulled on a robe as she hurriedly raced down the stone stairs, wishing she could go faster. Everyday the threat had grown more real and her anxiety increased. She slept in her clothes, ready for an assault at any hour of the day. And now the assault had come.
She threw herself through the portrait-hole and into a realm of death. Bodies littered the ancient stone hallways of Hogwarts, unmarked by physical wounds but dead of the killing curse. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as her eyes caught on people she had spent her years at Hogwarts with. Neville. Justin. She averted her tear-filled eyes as she ran down the hallway, looking for a familiar, living face.
A few more feet down the hallway, and she almost collided with someone coming from the adjacent hallway. It was Harry. A small trickle of blood slowly snaked it's way down the side of his face, but he was alive.
"Hermione, thank god. I thought you were..." He didn't finish his sentence, but both knew how it would have ended.
"What happened? Where's Dumbledore?"
"Dumbledore's dead. The Deatheaters attacked about 15 minutes ago, and Dumbledore was killed as he was trying to protect the first years." Hermione looked at Harry and for a moment she saw that she wasn't the only one trying to choke down tears. "Hermione, you need to get out of here. Go down to the Transfiguration room. McGonagall's setting up portkeys to get the students out of here."
"Harry, I'm not going to leave. I can fight."
"They'll need strong students to protect the younger ones. They need you. Please, Hermione."
"Harry, I can't leave you like this." A tear finally leaked out of her eye and clung to her cheek like a small crystal. Harry gently brushed it away with his thumb.
"Hermione, I'll be fine. I know what I need to do." He leaned forward and kissed Hermione on the lips, bringing Hermione memories of better times they had had together. "Now go. Stay away from the main passageways and don't look back."
"I won't." She paused for a moment. "I'll always love you Harry."
Harry didn't say anything in return, but his eyes told her that he felt the same way. He pulled her into his arms for one last embrace before sprinting down a darkened hallway. Hermione started down another corridor before turning around for one glimpse before she left. Harry was a small figure in the distance, but his black hair was undeniable. Hermione felt a pang in her heart as she turned and ran. That was the last time she ever saw Harry Potter.
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At the moment, it's Hermione/Harry, but I'm planning on making it Hermione/Draco sometime later in the story. This is my first really dramatic fic, and I'm hoping that I didn't overdo it. So please, drop me a review and tell me how I'm doing.
~lana-la-banana
By: lana-la-banana
~*~*~*~*~*~
DISCLAIMER- I am not affiliated with Joanne Kathleen Rowling or Warner Bros. Company and do not claim to own any of the characters in this story. I am not making any money off the creation of this work; I am writing it solely for my own entertainment and the entertainment of others.
~*~*~*~*~
Hermione sat straight up in her bed, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Even in her half-awake state, she could sense something was wrong. Her dreams had been haunted by visions of the terrors that Voldemort and his followers unleashed every day. It seemed that her dreams had come alive. Up in her dormitory, she could hear the screams of terror and pain. Dumbledore said that it could never happen, but it had. Voldemort had attacked Hogwarts.
~*~*~*~*~
Hermione pulled on a robe as she hurriedly raced down the stone stairs, wishing she could go faster. Everyday the threat had grown more real and her anxiety increased. She slept in her clothes, ready for an assault at any hour of the day. And now the assault had come.
She threw herself through the portrait-hole and into a realm of death. Bodies littered the ancient stone hallways of Hogwarts, unmarked by physical wounds but dead of the killing curse. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as her eyes caught on people she had spent her years at Hogwarts with. Neville. Justin. She averted her tear-filled eyes as she ran down the hallway, looking for a familiar, living face.
A few more feet down the hallway, and she almost collided with someone coming from the adjacent hallway. It was Harry. A small trickle of blood slowly snaked it's way down the side of his face, but he was alive.
"Hermione, thank god. I thought you were..." He didn't finish his sentence, but both knew how it would have ended.
"What happened? Where's Dumbledore?"
"Dumbledore's dead. The Deatheaters attacked about 15 minutes ago, and Dumbledore was killed as he was trying to protect the first years." Hermione looked at Harry and for a moment she saw that she wasn't the only one trying to choke down tears. "Hermione, you need to get out of here. Go down to the Transfiguration room. McGonagall's setting up portkeys to get the students out of here."
"Harry, I'm not going to leave. I can fight."
"They'll need strong students to protect the younger ones. They need you. Please, Hermione."
"Harry, I can't leave you like this." A tear finally leaked out of her eye and clung to her cheek like a small crystal. Harry gently brushed it away with his thumb.
"Hermione, I'll be fine. I know what I need to do." He leaned forward and kissed Hermione on the lips, bringing Hermione memories of better times they had had together. "Now go. Stay away from the main passageways and don't look back."
"I won't." She paused for a moment. "I'll always love you Harry."
Harry didn't say anything in return, but his eyes told her that he felt the same way. He pulled her into his arms for one last embrace before sprinting down a darkened hallway. Hermione started down another corridor before turning around for one glimpse before she left. Harry was a small figure in the distance, but his black hair was undeniable. Hermione felt a pang in her heart as she turned and ran. That was the last time she ever saw Harry Potter.
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At the moment, it's Hermione/Harry, but I'm planning on making it Hermione/Draco sometime later in the story. This is my first really dramatic fic, and I'm hoping that I didn't overdo it. So please, drop me a review and tell me how I'm doing.
~lana-la-banana