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Summary: She squinted her eyes, trying to see. But it was all in vain. The blind cannot see, no matter how hard they try.
Big thanks to my Beta: Anamarie
Warnings: AU (Deathly Hallows never happened), future fic.
Fires of Hell
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She squinted her eyes, trying to see. But it was all in vain. The blind cannot see, no matter how hard they try. She wanted to see because in the dark all that she could see were their eyes when they told her that the next day they would die. She remained silent. She would stay alive.
She remembered their hateful gazes…
They knew. Merlin, they knew!
But she wasn't sorry. No.
They said that they will let her live.
They promised. They swore. And she believed them, even though she knew they lied.
Lies, all lies.
But she agreed. -"I'll do it." – She said. And she saw the glint in their eyes as she betrayed everything she believed in.
-"There are new wards in place."
He remained silent.
"I left a way through." – She said as she gave him the paper she had written the coordinates on.
He took it and portkeyed away.
She left.
The next day they attacked.
Minerva died.
Molly died. Arthur was never the same again.
Children perished. Luna sobbed over her two-year-old son's corpse. Neville lost compassion that day.
And she? She clutched her to her chest and promised not to let her die.
-"It's too early for you to see daddy again."
Little Jane just cried because everyone around her cried.
Except for mommy.
Mommy never cried.
Death Eaters attacked again. Harry's twins were mutilated beyond recognition. After seeing her children Susan went insane and Harry burned.
And all the fires of Hell were colder than his fire.
But it was okay. She was well and alive. And she will never look like Harry's twins.
NEVER!
She pulled at her hair. But it was not as effective as it would have been if she hadn't been deprived of her thumbs.
The Death Eaters were vicious to her.
Because of Harry.
But more because of herself. Nobody likes traitors.
Harry and Ron knew that they would die. They also knew that she would not.
They found out too late that she was the one that betrayed them all. They also knew something else: Death Eaters never keep their promises.
-"I'm not sorry," – She said. 'She matters more.'
And Harry and Ron knew that the Death Eaters hadn't kept the promise that they made to her. She would find out soon.
Bye-bye Jane.
Somebody approached her.
-"Hermione?"
She heard nothing.
Hermione had lost everything.
They LIED!
The End