Chapter 1
Obliviate. It's a memory charm. There's no controlling how much it erases, but generally it's anything and everything. It also commonly backfires. A professor of mine apparently used it frequently, until he used a faulty wand that made the spell strike him instead. This isn't a spell to use lightly. I however, have used it often. The only backfire it has caused me is pain. Emotional pain.
I'm Hermione. I would share my last name, but the people who gave it to me don't even know I exist.
I first used that charm on my own parents. It destroyed me to do it, but I hoped it would save them. I wiped my parent's memories not only to give them peace and spare them from worrying about me, but also to protect them. If the other side had found them, they would have tortured them, most likely to death. My memory wipe might not stop the death eaters from finding them, but they might possibly realize what I'd done to my parents' memories. My parents might be left alone. I realize now that was probably a fruitless dream.
Instead of going on to do my final year at Hogwarts, I went on the run with Harry and Ron. Harry wanted to leave us out of it, but Ron and I refused to let him go alone. I wanted to help him in any way I could. And once the ministry started targeting muggle-borns, Harry accepted that I wasn't any safer staying away from him.
After using the memory spell on my parents, I had no desire to ever use the charm again. I soon learned that it might be a useful spell to have in my arsenal, considering the trouble Harry, Ron, and I got into. I next used it on two death eaters who tailed us after our escape from Bill's wedding. I still hated doing it. Not because the two men didn't deserve it or because it was unnecessary. But because wielding that threatening power scared me. It hurt me too.
Harry, Ron, and I traveled constantly the year we were on the run. Ron ended up leaving us for a few months. At the time I thought that was the worst time of my life. I didn't foresee what I'm experiencing now. Not entirely anyway.
On the night of the final battle we all admitted to something we didn't want to face. Harry was one of the horcruxes we'd been hunting all year. In order to destroy that part of you-know-who's soul, Harry would have to die.
But he didn't. By some miraculous circumstance, Voldemort's use of the killing curse didn't work. Harry had survived it again.
When it was revealed that Harry was still alive after he'd been presumed dead, the battle had continued. While both sides fought fiercely, Ron and I fought Nagini. She dominated the fight, even with Neville stepping in. Neville did end up destroying her. But she destroyed one of us first.
Ron and I fell to the ground; we were destined to be struck by the snake. She was heading toward us. I held on to him as tight as I could, he made efforts to shield me. We knew we were doomed. Neville struck with the sword of Gryffindor, and decapitated her. But not before she sunk her teeth into Ron's arm, and filled him with her poison.
Neville stood over us and the dead serpent. He looked as if he wanted to help us, but he couldn't. I stayed in Ron's trembling arms. He tried to speak, but he was growing weaker by the second. He died in my arms, before I could say I loved him.
I couldn't move, I didn't want to leave him. But from our spot near the front doors of the castle, I saw Harry battling Voldemort in the courtyard. I could see the killing curse exude from Voldemort's wand. The green jets of light hit them both. Voldemort seemed to disintegrate. Harry fell to the ground, unmoving. I was sure he was no more.
Somehow through no conscious attempt, I disapparated. The Hogwarts protections weren't able to contain me. I appeared in my old bedroom at my parents' house with the echo of my name in my ears. Someone hadn't wanted me to leave.
*This story was originally going to be a one shot, but I wasn't sure how long was too long, so I split it into 4 chapters. But I do have a tendency to think my chapters are too long when really they aren't that lengthy once they are in web format. I hope you like the rest of my story. –DD *
