What Will Be Will Be: What it Has Become
Disclaimer: Never shall I have the luck of owning Harry Potter, unless of course JK plays poker with me.
Summary: 'No, I didn't want to do that. Bring him back. He can't be dead. Bring him back to me!' The final battle and the aftermath. There's attempted rape, and thoughts of suicide but nothing graphic.
Author's Notes: I started this story without any real destination but then I really got into it. It's angsty and there's character death. Four chapters in all but the last is kind of like an epilouge.
"Hermione how could you do this? How could you betray us? Me?" Harry screamed at Hermione.
"I'm not betraying you." Hermione tried to explain, tears in her eyes. She knew that telling Harry wasn't going to be easy but she had to.
"Then what do you call sleeping with that git, that bastard, that…. Snape?" Harry screamed in anguish.
"Harry I love him, we're going to get married."
"I don't believe this. How could you just pick off and leave. What about Ron?" Harry had stopped screaming, his voice was very quiet and he sounded like a wounded child.
"Harry, Ron's dead. He's been gone for three years. You have to accept that." Hermione pleaded.
"No!" Harry screamed again. He had never been the same since Ron had been killed.
Flashback
Everything had been planned; everything was ready, now just to lure Potter and his little friends away from the school. After Dumbledore had been killed by one Severus Snape everything had been thrown into chaos. Voldemort could not kill Harry though, not as long as he stayed on Hogwart's grounds. It was discovered that Dumbledore had used one more spell before he had died. They spell was old and similar to how Harry was protected by his mother's love. The school was protected by Dumbledore's love. As long as any student, teacher, anyone was on the Hogwart's grounds they could not be harmed.
They had been tricked by Voldemort. They had been lured away from the castle having heard about the whereabouts of Snape in their seventh year. They had been surrounded and taken to the Riddle manor. Voldemort had handed Hermione over to his inner circle of Death Eaters but told them to watch before they started to have their fun. She would never forget that day. Harry was suspended in the air in tight bonds, already greatly injured. Ron was unconscious on the floor, lying in a pool of his own blood and vomit. Voldemort had enervated Ron and put Hermione under the Imperius curse. She had tried to fight it. Even now she blamed herself for being too weak to save him. Her will, her love was not great enough. Hermione was fully conscious of what she was being forced to do. His end was brought by her. She had killed Ron, her best friend, her lover, her soul mate. Harry screamed as he watched the scene. Hermione was released from the curse and thrown back to the laughing Death Eaters. She crumpled to the floor and vomited, tears falling heavily from her eyes. 'No, I didn't want to do that. Bring him back. He can't be dead. Bring him back to me!' None of her muscles would support her, tears were still pouring down her face. She could hardly feel the dozens of hands lift her up, grab her roughly, rip off her remaining clothes. The painful screams of Harry were faintly in the back round. She couldn't tell whether he was screaming for what was about to happen to her or because he was in pain himself or for the death of Ron. Everything was blurry to her; it felt like she was watching the whole scene from above looking down at all of them, at herself, at Harry, at Ron's lifeless body. Voldemort just laughed coldly from his "throne" lazily throwing cutting hexes at Harry. He had stopped screaming, his whole body was limp but his invisible bonds held him suspended in the air. His head was titled forward, blood dripped from his mouth along with the dozens of other wounds that his body held.
The Death Eaters had stopped beating her, though she was too numb to feel any of it anyways. Her body was broken, her strength gone. It was over, all hope was lost, he was going to win, tears wouldn't come; they were all gone too. She had nothing left not even her tears. The Death Eaters held her up while a few of their comrades got into position to rape her. She knew it was going to happen and didn't even try to fight back.
Suddenly the doors swung open violently. Severus Snape came through, cut and battered, behind him were the members of the order. Curses and hexes flew in bright lights around the room. It could have been considered beautiful if only the end result wasn't destruction. Somebody had gotten Harry down and healed his wounds. The Death Eaters around her had left her to join the battle; she laid there on the cold stone floor watching the chaos around her. Her left arm was broken and so was her right leg and a couple of ribs. Cuts surrounded her body; her skin was smeared in red with blue and black bruises. She dragged her body with her last bit of strength towards Ron's limp and pale one. Nobody paid attention to her and she got to her destination without further damage to her body.
"Ron. Wake up. I'm here. Wake up," she told the dead body beside her, shaking him with her good arm, "Ron! Ron! Ron!" she called desperately, "Get up. We need to help Harry. We need to fight," she pleaded in anguish, "Ron!" she cried her vision blurring once again with tears. She fumbled for his hand, the one that held his wand. She took his hand, her tears splashing onto his cold skin, and took his wand. First she healed her own wounds then she looked around the room, around at the chaos. Her brain started functioning logically though the pain was still there. She dodged all the spells that were being cast around the room and headed towards the door where the invisibility cloak was. She draped it around her and crept up on Death Eaters killing them with the Avada Kadva not bothering with any other spell. She worked like a machine, killing with out a thought but the hatred boiled in her.
The Death Eaters were defeated but there was still one battle occurring. The Order just watched helplessly, not able to do a thing. Snape was battling Voldemort, Snape not Harry. She couldn't even see Harry; she focused in on the battle.
"Traitor, you filthy traitor! You think you can kill me!" Voldemort roared his eyes full of insanity. Shooting silent spells at Snape, a red aura surrounded him. Snape in turn defended silently not bothering to answer, his black eyes focused on Voldemort's red ones. He always seemed a step ahead of Voldemort, always blocking though, never having the chance to attack but all of his shields stood.
"Say something!" Voldemort commanded, he sounded crazy. Nobody but Snape, Harry, and Voldemort heard the conversation but there was a conversation. It was silent to everybody else but it was there.
"You're going to die. I've made sure of that." Snape said directly to Voldemort's mind.
"I still have my horcruxes. Even if I die here I'll come back." Voldemort whipped back. Harry heard it all through Voldemort.
"You think so? You should have hidden them more carefully. You should have watched me more carefully." Spells still passed between them but Snape reached into his robes pocket and threw a handful of shrunk objects at Voldemort. They clattered on the stone floor. Voldemort stared at them in horror. All of them, every single one of them were gone. All of them were destroyed; if he died then this was it. He panicked. The aura surrounded all of them pushing them to the floor. He sent a spell at Snape, a green light that had the power to kill, it was the Avada Kadavra. Snape quickly cast a spell making a blue mist surround him and turn into something like glass. The spell came closer and shattered his shield hitting him in the chest, making him fly backwards.
"Do it now!" Snape shouted silently. Harry heard it through Voldemort and before Voldemort could process those words another flash of green was cast and it hit him in the back, cutting through his aura. The spell was surrounded by a blue aura, Harry's aura. She expected something brilliant to happen, an explosion, for light to surround the room, for Voldemort to disappear from existence but nothing so grand appeared. The red aura vanished and Voldemort's body fell forwards, a look of surprise and fear plastered onto his face.
Then she crumpled onto the floor herself and everything turned black.
Author's Notes: Review if you want more!