A/N: Hello everyone! This is fic is a:
DMHG pairing
HP and Luna Lovegood
and a Ron and another girl I will make up
story! But it's a lot more darker than just a romance....it's about the emotional toll all the trio has after the final battle. They barely are the same people!But they keep the romances they have a secret from one another. How long can it last?
Diclaimer: I don't own anything of Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.
Before Christmas Break:
The battle had happened earlier that year. No one had expected it, in fact Harry was still in his training at the time. But yes Voldemort had struck. He brought a least a dozen death eaters with him too. In the middle of a chilly autumn night, the final battle of the wizard world would be fought. Harry Potter, looked strong though inside he was unsure. He hadn't finished his training, would he be ready? Was he ready for death? There were so many things that were left unsaid....so many things he wanted to do. He wouldn't let himself die. He promised himself that. To his left was Ron Weasley. His best mate, next to Hermione of course. Ron had terror in his eyes. But when he caught sight of Lucious Malfoy, his eyes hardened. He was there to take out the Death Eaters. Hermione Granger was on his other side, wand in hand already. He smiled. Good old Hermione, always being prepared....He hoped she could create some kind of shield on them. With them were Dumbledore's army, plus the great Dumbledore himself.
Up on the tallest tower, the other teachers looked on. Sprout ringed her gardening gloves until they about snapped. Snape looked with interest and knew he should be down there. And McGonagall looked at the ring on her left finger. A promise ring from Dumbledore he had given to her shortly after the beginning of the year. She wondered if she would have to take it off after tonight. She looked away, so the others could notsee her tears. She didn't want it to be a possibly.
It was dead quiet as the two sides met each other. Good and Evil. Harry looked into the eyes that had haunted him for almost seven years. The eyes were glowing red. The color of blood. They had a snake like quality to him. He held back a shudder. Don't show fear in the eye of the enemy.
"Well after all these years...I get to see the real Harry Potter in action." Voldemort laughed. It was a horrible laugh, a laugh that everyone knew that was used when victims were tortured and killed. A laugh of no mercy and bad teasing. Harry looked at him in the eye and took a breath. "Well let us hope that he can live up to this name he has." Voldemort said cruelly. Ron and Harry took out their wands. Hermione held up long swords. They were razor sharp and Hermione knew that with these, damage would be done. Harry could feel his friend's energy. It hummed. "Well Voldemort, show me what you got."
And the fighting began. The Death Eaters charged first. Hermione swiftly killed a couple with the swords. Most importantly she killed Lucious. She smiled wickedly. She killed the one man who had caused her so much pain. Only a couple more to go....
Ron and the army dodged spells as they attacked. Green, red, blue, sparks flew out at rapid rates as they hoped they would hit their target. Ron winced as he got hit with a spell. His arm was now broken. His wand arm. He retreated a bit and chanted. He prayed that this would come out alright.
Almost as soon as it started, the Death Eaters were gone. Hermione was breathing heavily from the weight of the swords, while Ron retreated behind a rock. Hermione quickly joined him.
"You alright?" she whispered.
"Yea. Nothing too bad. Easier than I thought." he said, trying to laugh.
"But now Harry has to fight, by himself." she said quietly. They peered over the rock and prayed to God that their friend would be the one standing at the end.
"Harry Potter...." Voldemort started. "Do you know how much you cost me?" he asked as if he were a teacher.
"Everything." Harry said confidently, Voldemort grinned.
"Correct. Guess they have been teaching you something at this joke of a school. Now I offer this once. You can save your, along with your friends' and teachers' skins if you join me now." He said, letting the offer linger in the air. Everyone held their breath.
"Never." Harry said. Dumbledore beamed at him.
"Don't say I didn't offer. Now shall the battle begin?"
"It shall." Harry said.
And it did. Most of Dumbledore's army was killed. Hermione had never seen so much blood in her life. Ron and Hermione, risking death, brought the hit into the castle entrance so Madame Pomfrey could tend to them. They would never forget the cold and empty feeling that were in the dead people's eyes. It was like they were staring at you, almost a hateful stare, and they never blinked or stopped. It reached a boiling point with Dumbledore. He was hit with a powerful curse. A curse they recognized as heavy dark magic. He was alive but barely breathing. Every minute, they got angrier. The monster.
It looked as if Harry would die. He was brusied and bleeding, yet he found some way to stand up.
"Give up Potter? Most of your little "army" is gone. And your beloved Dumbledore lays here, dying. And your friends, too scared. And here you are, the famous "Boy Who Lived" and you can't handle a little fight." he grinned evilly and laughed. He was going to play with the boy. This would be fun. He went over the curses he knew...which one would be the most cruelest? He hit him with spell after spell. Harry crumpled to the ground. His eyes a blazed. He COULD NOT let Him win. But the pain was so great....numbness would be a welcome....Voldemort struck again, but instead he wasn't hit. Harry couldn't understand why. He hadn't moved and then he eyed his eyes. To his side was the beautiful Hermione, struck down, by the spell. She defended me....He grew angrier. Voldemort made the mistake of tearing his gaze off of Harry and onto Hermione. Harry whispered the curse that would seal Voldemort's fate forever.
"Avada Kedavra." Voldemort's eyes widened in shock and he slowly fell to the ground. His red eyes, now gray. Harry struggled over to Hermione. She was crying silent tears, while biting her bottom lip so she wouldn't scream. He wanted to help her, but then his world slowly went black.
The students the next morning were shocked at the site they found that morning. Blood was spilled everywhere, the once beautiful landscape was reduced to almost nothing. They were forced to stay in the castle but they had the day off. They wondered what had happened....
Ron had healed up nicely, he was barely even touched. He looked from the back wall, into three rooms. One that held his headmaster, with his sweetheart next to him. Harry in the next, still asleep. And then Hermione. Poor Mione, she had terrible screams every time she closed her eyes. It took a powerful potion, rarely even made to get her some sleep. Ron couldn't believe what happened. Everyone knew that they were the golden trio. They defeated everything together. But Hermione had saved Harry's life and Harry had done the impossible. But what had he done? He got nicked and then retreated. He felt like such a sham. They would say that he helped. And everyone would believe it. He felt so gulity....He could've done something..... He helped with the constant stream of visitors but it didn't seem enough. He looked away, and ran. Hopefully he wouldn't have to come back any time soon.
Harry woke up a bit later. He was so sore, he didn't even try moving. His eyes found piles of gifts and get well cards. He smiled. He had done the impossible. He killed the most powerful wizard of all time. But only because of Hermione. If she hadn't stepped in, he would be dead. He felt such a debt to her. She saved his life. He didn't know how he would ever repay that kind of debt..... But he knew one thing. Everyone would be wanting to meet him. He knew his popularity had reached new heights. It scared him a bit. But he knew that he would give all his friends credit. They would all be in the history books.....He wondered how Hermione was....she was hit pretty bad..... But now sleep....
Hermione didn't want to open her eyes. She didn't want to face reality. When the spell hit her, she wanted to die. But here she was breathing and feeling so much pain....She was ready to die, she wasn't afraid to admit it. Her parents were dead, and her life was messed up now.....She wanted it to go away. She wanted her parents. She wanted someone to tell her, it would be okay. But it wasn't. She was too logical to actually have fantasies. She wanted to cry but when she did, it stung her cheeks since she had been cut there. She felt alone.....so....alone.....
Ok so's that's the first chapter! You like? The next chapter will be the present, bc this onewas of the past.If you want more REVIEW!!
