AN: This will cover the entire story. I do not own Harry Potter. I wish i did, but sadly not so.
I read alot of Tom Hermione stories before deciding to do one of my own. I had this specific idea for a story i was searching for and when i couldn't find it i decided to write it myself and offer it to all of you (: I hope you enjoy.
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She stood looking at the carnage, looking like a gothic angel of death, with a single tear of heartbreak falling down her face.
Then, with a resolute sigh, she pushed onwards through the bodies and screams of pain, felling as many enemies as she could, using every spell she had ever heard of, aiming only for the death of those who had hurt her loved ones.
They were losing.
And like the whole world new it the light of the sky was slowly snuffed out by an eclipse, total darkness reigned.
An omen.
A fore coming.
She watched as her only love fell against the insanity of Bellatrix Lestrange, the woman who had tortured her parents to death a month before.
She heard Bellatrix cackle insanely before she finally cut her down with the most deadly of the unforgivable.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Voldemort had already killed Harry, he had rushed heroically forwards into the front line to defeat the Dark Lord, only to be overwhelmed by their numbers and tactics.
Ronald and the second line had fallen and Hermiones attempt to protect her line were failing.
All was lost.
She glanced around quickly, seeing the grown men torturing young children.
"It wasn't fair!" she wanted to cry.
They were grown men with a life time of knowledge steeped in darkness battling children of seventeen.
She quickly warded the area before calling for retreat.
The students ran as fast as they could, all injured in some manner towards the last sanctuary available to them.
The room of requirement.
"It wasn't supposed to end like this", was being muttered repetitively.
She paced in front of the room, thinking only of an impenetrable shelter that would care for every need of the children until such a time as they would be safe again.
One by one they entered, with speed, looking over their shoulders as the noise of the approaching Death Eaters grew louder.
She was surprised her wards and traps had delayed this amount of time.
As the group turned in unison they saw the opening shrinking and finally disappearing leaving a resigned yet satisfied girl standing outside.
They saw the desolation in her eyes and the blood flowing freely from her body, a triumphant angel successfully saving her charges.
They cried in open horror as they heard her begin a dark chant to protect each member of the room even beyond her death.
She was giving them each the tiniest peace of her soul to be stored within each of them.
They would be protected from all evil as of that moment.
She sealed the final wards on the door she had placed for extra protection with her blood, her very life essence before the death eaters gained access to the corridor.
She continued on, ignoring their sneers and insults,
"Filthy mudblood whore,"
one whispered, while another stated,
"not so brave without your friends, oh wait they are all dead."
She merely stared at them calmly, before shooting curse after curse at them.
She felt herself be bruised, her arm was broken and someone hit her with a vicious Sectumsempera that increased the blood flow, and still she danced onwards in the game of death.
Many death eaters had been incapacitated or killed, and the others stared in awe as the young mudblood gleamed with concentration, her silky skin standing in sharp contrast to the red liquid gliding down her skin, as she twirled and shot magical curses at them.
Her image, still playing to them ob their eyelids, as if permanently burnt to the retina, shocked everyone when it simply faded into nothingness, and with the last curse sent she was gone from this world to a place they could only imagine.
They tried to break her charms on the door but not even the most talented of curse breakers was able to get through her fierce protection to reach the twenty remaining students.
The very same students sat inside their now opulent rooms mourning, as they had a one way view to see what was happening outside of their protection, and new their guardian angel was no longer of this time.
They let their tears flow in a river of pain, and each student clutched at their chest as if by doing so they could subconsciously hold her a little closer to them.
In the grounds of Hogwarts an evil laughter ran through the school and everyone who heard the ominous sound felt a shiver run down their spine, and for the first time in their long and evil careers questioned their actions.
Then, silence.