Hermione looked around as the battle raged on relentlessly. The pace unforgiving to most, bodies all over unclear if they were dead or just too injured to moved. She had no time to dwell on the loss at this moment though as a hex flew past her face missing her by mere inches. Turning she saw Ron fighting with Bellatrix Lestrange, he was clearly struggling and in no state to hold her off much longer. Jumping into action Hermione threw a protego to protect Ron from a nasty cutting hex which caused the death eater to shriek in anger at her kill being stolen from her.
"Boy am I glad to see you," Ron commented as he shot Hermione a grateful smirk. Finding his rhythm again he started blasting hex after hex at then dark witch giving her no room to manoeuvre. Granger took his lead and began blasting hexes of her own, it was too much for the dark witch in her already battle tired state to handle and she fell.
Before Hermione and Ron could celebrate ridding the world of such a horrible woman their attention was drawn to the centre of the battle field, two pain ridden screams caused the battle around to pause due to the intensity. The sight was shocking.
In the middle of the battlefield were both Voldemort and Harry, their wands locked with each other but it was different than before. The streams of magic connecting the two was a dark oozing black which had begun reaching up the arms of both the Dark Lord and Harry. Both appeared to be in an incredible amount of pain. Seconds past and the darkness seeped over both of them, no one else in the battlefield moved and they dared not interfere with whatever was happened.
When both of them had been consumed there was a sudden moment of pure silence, if Hermione closed her eyes she could almost imagine she wasn't here for a moment and was laid in her bed waiting to get up. Then the dark mass merged into one with a loud bang which sent a shockwave across the battlefield knocking everyone back at least 3 meters, majority lost their balance and fell.
Hermione managed to hold onto her wand and quickly recovered from being dazed by the explosion. She pointed her wand towards where Harry and Voldemort had been, wondering who had won the fight. Standing there was Harry, no Dark Lord in sight. There were shocked gasps and murmurings from all around but Harry did not move or react, something wasn't right and Hermione knew then that not everything was as it seemed.
Harry lifted his head to look at the sky and twisted his wand in between his fingers. Everyone stayed transfixed on him, unsure if they should continue. Potter looked back down to the floor and took several steps forwards until he reached the spot that Voldemort had just been stood. Reaching down he picked up the elder wand. Pointing it up in the air he shouted for all to hear "Morsmordre!"
A serpentine figure slivered out of the wand and shot up high into the air, the snake shaped wisp adjusting immediately forming the most feared of signs. The skull with the snake tongue was big enough for to be seen for miles, only being aided by how bright and glaring it was.
Hermione raised her hand to her mouth in shock. She watched in horror as Harry turned around to reveal his face to her; his beautiful green eyes were now a snake like crimson, his face twisted in one of hate. The death eaters took this as a sign to continue and immediately continued their assault, from this point it was more like a slaughter than a battle. Hope was lost and people too shocked by what had happened to remember where they were, those who did began to flee.
Harry turned his gaze to where Hermione and Ron were stood, both drew their wands up to point at him but neither seemed to be able to find the words that they needed to cast at their best friend. Lifting his wand Harry didn't hesitate with his spell, as flash of green light emerged from it. Before Hermione could react a body was in front of her gripping her arms so tight they were likely to bruise and she felt the familiar pull of side along apparition.
The world for a moment went dark and only a few seconds later did they emerge at their new destination. Before she could get back her orientation the body which had shielded her slumped forwards causing her to fall back. It was then that she recognised the shaggy red hair, it was Ron. Hermione let out a choked sob and she gently pushed Ron off of her and onto his back. "Ron no, please don't do this. I can't lose you too," Hermione sobbed, tears were streaming down her face but she didn't break down, she couldn't.
Running her wand over Ron the results were immediate, he was dead. Ronald Weasley was dead, murdered by his best friend. Hermione couldn't hold it back anymore; she leaned into Ron's chest and cried shamelessly, clutching at his shirt muttering for him to not leave her now. Her pleas went unheard.
The war didn't end as expected; there were no miracles or triumphant heroes, no epic defeat of the dark forces. The Battle for Hogwarts would go down in history as the most crushing defeat the light ever suffered, that day hope was lost and the loss of life was severe.
a/n I'm sorry if there are any glaring mistakes, I don't have a beta.
