Fanged

Epilogue

The night's wrath enveloped them, reflecting the evil in their presence. Standing their ground, knowing that for this moment the fear they felt had to be put aside, because this was it. The moment everyone had been waiting for.

The Grim like figure stood, wand at the ready. Harry waiting too, not a thought in his mind other then when to end this. Hermione and Ron positioned just behind Harry, were thinking about the same thing except they were more worried about what was to happen to Harry other then how to end it.

"Harry…" Hermione whispered, letting her hand rest on his shoulder. He didn't turn to look or even acknowledged her. He frowned, his gaze locked with Voldemort, but answered anyway.

"Go!" he spat out. She flinched, her hand falling back gently at her side, knowing very well that he wasn't angry at her but was simply afraid for their safety.

" But Harry…"

"No, this is between me and him" he said hissing his name out as though the taste was unbearable. "Help the others" and for a second, his eyes quickly met hers. "GO!"

Ron looked at her, nodding, understanding that this wasn't neither his nor her fight.

" Make us proud Harry, do it for them…" and with that Ron left. Hermione watched him leave, her heart in her throat, trying very hard not to let the tears that shadowed her eyes fall.

"….Oh Harry…" she whispered, her voice cracking from the unbelievable heart wrenching pain. A sob escaped her as she turned around, leaving, and for an instant she thought she heard Harry whisper a brief "I love you" in the distance. She stopped in her tracks, turning on heels abruptly, wearing a worried frown as tears plastered her cheeks.

Everyone she cared for, everything she thought was never going to change was now displayed before her. A true vision of horror, of blood shuddering horror. Curses, spells, were thrown from one side to the other, people falling from time to time meeting their end. She backed up in fear, never wanting to let her gaze part from Harry's, knowing that she had to make sure he would never leave, even though she knew she should go.

She suddenly stumbled on something soft on ground. Lifting her head to see what had made her fall, she quickly bit back a scream, feeling the blood ooze from her lip, as she looked at the unanimated form of Neville Longbottom.

"No…no…" she started, sobbing uncontrollably. Springing to her feet, a sudden felling of hatred filled her entire soul, her wand stretched out in front of her dangerously. The tears were still pouring, but she didn't care anymore. She was ready to kill, to avenge the ones she so dearly loved. A death came into view not too far from her, approaching her rapidly. She narrowed her eyes, letting all her feelings seep out towards the death eater as she yelled out " AVADA KEDAVRA!" For a split second she thought she had missed when the death eater lurched forward, hitting the ground roughly. She walked, numb from the fact that she had killed someone for the first time, forgetting everything and everyone. She stood, staring blankly into the face of Bellatrix Lestrange. She had been the one that had caused Neville's parents disability and Sirius's death.

And now she was dead.

All of a sudden she remembered about Harry and turned around just in time to see that something was charging towards her. She didn't have time to identify what it was for it had her locked in a chocking embrace.

She screamed, kicking around, squirming, trying desperately to escape.

"HARRY, RON!" she yelled from the top of her lungs. She wasn't quite sure they had heard her but she hoped. The thing that had caught her was sniffing her, grunting repulsively. Well whatever it was, the only thing she knew is that it had fur. She didn't care as she bit down on its hand. The thing yelped loudly, giving a second to escape.

She ran, ran away trying, hoping that she wouldn't fall. But the thing was only a few feet away from her.

"HARRY, RON!" she screamed again, feeling the tears coming back again, blurring her vision as she ran. Ron noticed her but was too far to reach her in time.

"HERMIONE!"

Harry had knocked out Voldemort for a moment, knowing that it wasn't going to last very long. He turned around just time to see Ron running towards something. His eyes drifted along, and that's when his heart stopped.

"HERMIONE!" he yelled out, feeling a tear fall away along with everything else. The instant he made a dash for his two best friends that's when it happened.

Hermione had caught a brief flash of red hair, but it was too late. The thing that had been on her trail jumped on her, making her his prisoner again. That's when it happened. Horrendous pain shot through her side, screaming out to anyone in hopes that it would stop. She could feel herself becoming lighter, falling through the darkness. The blood was dripping out, where that thing had bit her on her hip. She could feel the ripped skin, burning, aching.

The thing that had attacked moved again, ready to finish her off.

It never happened, whatever had been attacking had never gotten the chance to complete his task for something else grabbed her just in time.

A.N--- Well tell me if its good for a beginning. I left you guys hanging! LoL

Van