Hey! This is my first fan fiction! I'm in the middle of writing the 6th chapter right now so I should be able to upload for a while - I'm aiming for about once a week! Please leave reviews as I have no idea what you guys enjoy :) *I do not own any of the characters, all copyright belongs to JK Rowling, if I did Fred wouldn't have died - I just changed the plot*
- HermionesPolyjuice xox
Chapter 1
It was chaos; Death Eaters, Order Members, Teachers, Students and Magical Creatures alike running and flying throughout the ruins of the castle, chasing one another in attempts to beat the opposing side. Harry, Ron and Hermione had barely been at Hogwarts a few hours, and there was already a full-blown battle happening throughout the school in an attempt to finally beat the Darkest Wizard ever, now known as Lord Voldemort. The trio had been separated. Hermione didn't know where either of the boys were, and neither of them knew where she had disappeared to fight. No one she asked knew where her best friends were and it was beginning to make Hermione very nervous. What if something had happened to them and she didn't know? She turned around a corner somewhere she believed on the third floor. She caught sight of a variety of brightly coloured flashes and sparks at the end of the corridor but was too far away to even identify the flaming red hair. She distinctively heard Fred Weasley's laugh, though, as he hit who she presumed was a Death Eater. She couldn't help but smile.
"Nice shot, Fred!" Hermione heard two other male voice congratulate Fred's success but before she could determine who those males were she heard footsteps behind her, getting closer and closer to where she was stood. She whipped around just in time to duck out of the way of some scarlet red sparks sent from a hooded black figure: a Death Eater. She fired spell after spell at her opponent just as the tall masked man sent more back at her. She threw herself behind fallen rubble to dodge a particular green flash of light, Avada Kedavra. From behind the rubble she pointed her wand and whispered "Alarte Ascendare". The Death Eater was thrown into the air and crashed down to the floor. He lay there unmoving; unconscious.
Pleased with herself, Hermione ducked out from behind the rubble and ran up the corridor to help Fred and the others fight off Death Eaters. Upon reaching them, she realised who they were: Charlie and Percy Weasley. With Hermione joining them, they were now equal numbers: 4 against 4. Sparks flew everywhere, ricocheting off the walls and narrowly missing the fighters. Not only did Hermione have to dodge from the Death Eater she was fighting she had to be careful of spells coming from the other Death Eaters and ones that were bouncing off the walls, floor and ceiling. A well-timed stunning spell collided with one sent by Charlie and hit a Death Eater square in the chest. He crumbled to the floor. She exchanged a quick smile with Charlie before continuing to fight; there wasn't time to waste celebrating. They would be able to celebrate when they won – not if but when.
A few minutes later, one more Death Eater down, the three Weasleys and Hermione were all supporting new cuts, grazes and bruises. A shot of red sparks from the biggest Death Eater, fighting Fred and Hermione, collided with a green spark sent from Charlie's wand. A huge blast exploded upwards throwing everyone off their feet and exploding a hole in the ceiling. Dazed, Hermione scrambled to her feet picking up her wand from the floor. She lent a hand to Percy, who had fallen next to her, and handed him his wand and horn-rimmed glasses. Then, an almighty shake vibrated through the corridor. Hermione grabbed onto Percy's arm to maintain her balance. They all turned around to see the ceiling falling down into the corridor. The massive crack was spreading rapidly through the ceiling, bricks after bricks falling and landing with loud crashes onto the ground. The crack was spreading towards the wall. Quick thoughts flooded Hermione's mind and she registered that the crack would reach the wall right by where Fred was standing. The others hadn't seemed to noticed as they scrambled about trying to push rubble out of the way to escape. A moment later, without even thinking, Hermione flung herself at Fred, forcing him away from the falling wall, taking the entire force of the wall whilst pushing Fred away. And then everything went black and Hermione knew no more.
"HERMIONEEE!" Charlie shouted turning around just in time to see her pushing his younger brother out of the way, and saving his life, before taking the full force of the wall. She was buried by the bricks. Percy quickly muttered a spell under his breath and crack stopped and the ceiling and wall stopped falling into the corridor, before running over to the pile of bricks Hermione was hidden under. Fred was shaking on the floor; his left leg was caught under some rubble but otherwise seemed unhurt. Percy scrambled to Fred's side and pushed at the brick squashing Fred's leg. It wouldn't budge. He tried again pushing with all his might.
"Charlie…here…come…help me…" Percy panted signalling to Charlie. But Charlie ignored him. He was scrambling about through the rubble trying to relieve Hermione.
"Charlie!" Percy shouted catching his brother's attention, "Come here now and help me free Fred and then we'll get her out." Charlie was as pale as a ghost. The girl he considered to be a sister had just saved his little brother's life and now she was going to die. He stood up and clambered over to Percy and Fred. He gripped underneath the rocking crushing Fred's leg and together with Percy they heaved it off him.
"Thank…thank you…" Fred stammered. He didn't feel any pain but he knew many bones were crushed. He was in shock. Hermione had taken the wall for him, quite literally. He sat there gobsmacked thinking of all the times he had considered her as his sister before coming to his senses when Percy clicked his fingers in front of his eyes. He stood up, wincing in pain but didn't let it trouble him. He limped over to join Charlie and Percy and started pulling away at the smaller bricks.
A few minutes later, they had managed to remove quite a few bricks; they heard footsteps behind them and turned on their heels pulling their wands out of the jeans' pockets just to see Harry and Ron running towards them. They all let out a sigh of relief. The last thing they wanted to do was to have to fight off more Death Eaters. They needed to get Hermione out. If she had any chance of surviving, the bricks had to be moved now.
"What happened? We heard the biggest crash of the whole battle. We knew you guys were all here and ran over as quickly as possible," Harry explained and catching a look at Fred's leg, "Bloody hell Fred, what happened? Are you OK?" Charlie, Percy and Fred just stared at them both.
"Her…Her…Hermione…she pushed me….she's…she's under the bricks…help us" Fred stammered holding back tears. He looked over at his elder brothers; they both had damp cheeks and glistening eyes from the tears. Harry and Ron looked both terrified and shocked. Their best friend was likely to become a victim of this horrid war. That was when Harry decided he would head to the Forbidden Forest to face Voldemort himself. That was when they had got Hermione out. All five of them began to heave the huge bricks off the pile that was covering Hermione, but were struggling. They weren't strong enough for this.
"This is useless. You know we all have wands right?" Harry pulled his wand from his back pocket and said, "Wingardium Leviosa." A huge brick lifted from the pile, Harry guided it down the corridor before it crashed to the ground. The others followed suit and the large pile slowly got smaller and smaller. Harry was the first to see Hermione's hand. He pointed it out and soon they were all frantically yelling Wingardium Leviosa to move the bricks as quickly as thy could. Hermione's body came into view and when Ron charmed the final brick away that was covering her ankles, Charlie ran over to her and knelt next to her. He grabbed her left hand; she was still clutching her wand in her right, and groped around her wrist trying to find a pulse, without noticing a dislocated shoulder, that was bleeding heavily and likely to be blocking any blood flow through an artery to her wrist.
"Noooooooooooo," he shrieked when he couldn't find one before breaking down and sobbing loudly, not letting go of Hermione's cold hand. Harry, and the other Weasleys fell to their knees, tears silently pouring down Percy and Fred's cheeks. Harry and Ron crawled over to Hermione and collapsed next to her. They all stayed there for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes, trying to console each other and crying loud, dirty tears.
"Lumos." Harry looked up and saw a male figure walking towards them. He jumped to his feet and pulled his wand out. His eyes were blotchy and red but he didn't care. The Weasley's all joined him, forming a protective circle around Hermione's still body. They would defend her and fight anyone who came down this corridor. The older male flicked his wand and the corridor cleared itself. Another flick and lights filled the corridor. They all squinted to see who it was, they were certain it wasn't a Death Eater as he wouldn't have done that and would have just attacked them.
"Dad?" Ron croaked. The figure walked closer, and Harry could indeed see it was Mr Weasley – he had never been so glad to see the muggle-lover in his life. He would save Hermione; he would be able to do something. He would know what to do. Mr Weasley ran over to his sons and Harry and gave them a hug before catching sight of Hermione lying lifeless on the floor. He simply stared, unmoving not quite knowing what to do; Harry knew he considered her his daughter, not just because of her muggle heritage or friendship with Ron, Harry and his other children. She was so perfect, she was intelligent, smart but also realistic, friendly and simply delightful, she even had a good sense of humour to please the rest of the Weasleys. Thinking of her caused Harry's eyes to well up. He didn't fight the tears that trickled down his cheeks.
Mr Weasley came to his senses and knelt down by Hermione, stroking her hair. He absentmindedly reached down and pressed his finger into the nape of her neck and left them there for a few moments. Then, he felt it. He felt what he was looking for. It was faint, infrequent and weak. But her heartbeat was there. To everyone else's surprise he smiled broadly before turning up to his sons and Harry, "Someone get a portkey from Madam Pompfrey. We need to get Hermione to St Mungo's if she's going to live any longer."
(AN: I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Please do leave reviews as it will allow me to tailor the story to what you guys want!)