The Dark Trio

by Mrs X Y and Z

Fred, George and Hermione are the only ones left at the end of the war. They are the only ones who can stop Voldemort. But what happens when he tries to kill them. After all the universe can't let itself be destroyed by a maniac. It has to try to save itself. But that still doesn't answer why it chose those three.

1. Chapter 1

Pain. That's the only emotion Hermione has experienced for a long time now. Not even grief can touch her hardened heart, which might as well have been made from stone. Her parents had died right in front of her and she couldn't bring herself to shed one tear. She just killed the Death Eaters around their bodies.

Revenge is the only thing on her mind; revenge that comes in the form of torture. Only Ron and Harry had understood this, other members of the Order of the Phoenix and the DA had thought they should be killed so that they don't become the next Voldemort. The only reason they didn't is because they were the only ones who know how to kill Voldemort. The only ones brave enough to.

Hermione knows that she has strayed from the good girl she used to be. She is fighting a war, killing people with spells she wouldn't have even read about in her younger years. But now they are just another part of her extensive knowledge, a knowledge most people would kill for but she would kill for to get rid of. She has earned most of her knowledge through watching them used on her and her friends, through trying to find out information on the horcruxes. Now all the horcruxes are gone but so is everyone else fighting for the light side - apart from her and the Weasley Twins. They had somehow managed to survive this far with her and have become like her. All of them focused on killing, in the most painful ways, the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort himself.

Which is why they are here now. In front of the smouldering remains of Hogwarts castle. The courtyard littered with dead bodies, both enemies and friends. The cobblestone filled with running blood, making it as slippery as an ice rink. Voldemort stands at once was the great entrance to Hogwarts Castle; now just two warped and melted pieces of metal. Voldemort and his army that took less than half of the casualties that their side did. Voldemort looking half amused, half annoyed as if he didn't expect them to fight any longer, just bow at his feet and admit defeat. The very thought makes Hermione's skin crawl with disgust.

"Have you not realized you've lost yet or are you not as bright as everyone claims?" His deep voice crosses the gap between the army and the survivors, targeting the last member of the glorious Golden Trio. A girl who had only just had her eighteenth birthday a couple of weeks ago. A girl who should never of had to face the horrors she had. A girl who should have had a much nicer life than she had. An eighteen year old girl with only two twenty year old companions. Yet all they do is continue to stare at him, waiting for him to make the first move. Waiting for him to make a mistake so they can end his disgusting life and banish the last part of his soul from their realm.

Voldemort is surprised when he doesn't receive a reply from any of them; according to the younger Malfoy the three of them were very willing to voice their opinions on almost anything. Especially things close to their hearts, like the Mudblood's intelligence and the Blood Traitors' family, yet none of them spoke up. But he decides they're trying to make him overthink it, make him make a mistake.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk then let us fight. Against me. Three on one, it hardly seems fair. They'll need at least the whole Order of Phoenix to hit me once" The last bit of his short speech was directed at his followers but he never turned to them, knowing that these three young adults weren't afraid to hit him whilst his back was turned. That they had lost so much, they no longer cared about honour. After all, he isn't stupid. He knows that he'll have to finish them quickly so they don't have a chance to hit him with one of the Mudblood's spells.

Hermione's, Fred's and George's were in their hands before Voldemort had even finished his speech. They know they only have one shot at this, that if even one of them fell the other two would fall with them. But what they didn't expect was for Voldemort to use the killing curse immediately. They had thought he would have wanted to play around with them for a few minutes and during that they could hit him with a lethal curse and afterwards get rid of his followers. The surprise held them there for one second too many and the curse had almost reached Hermione's chest. Both Fred and George reached towards her, trying to pull her away from the green light but had only got a hand around an arm each before the curse reached its mark. The three of them were enveloped in the green light, ending all of their lives.

Well at least it should have.