It was the final battle, the battle between the light and the dark. Neither side were losing. That was until she was taken hostage.
Dark voluminous clouds rolled across they sky as we waited in the empty field our wands at the ready. My friends surrounded me, Harry on my left, Ron on my right, and the entire Order of the Phoenix behind me. We were waiting for Voldemort to arrive; for the final battle to begin.
An explosion ringed in my ears and billows of smoke rose from the conflicting side of the field, he had arrived, and he had brought his army with him. The sea of black hoods ascended on us, marching behind him, sparks of fury emitting from their wands. They were here not to disarm, but to capture; torture and kill. For lack of better words, we were goners.
Within moments, they were upon us, swallowing us in their darkness as spells flashed in the darkened sky. Screams filled the air coupled with bright flashes, and bodies piled up around me. Frozen with fear, I stood motionless watching the carnage around me. I could hear Ron battling with a Malfoy, and Harry viciously duelling Voldemort. Mrs Weasley was in an aggressive wand fight Rudolphus Lestrange, while Neville took on his wife, Bellatrix Lestrange. I saw Fred lying motionless in the long grass as Luna battled a masked Death-Eater.
Spells continued to fly around me, whooshing past my hair and grazing my clothes. Still I was standing still, unwilling to engage, all too willing to cower. Taking a deep breath and telling myself to pull it together, I focused on one, Severus Snape, as he strode confidently through the battle-field. I picked him as my first.
"Incarcerous" I thought, while aiming my wand, watching thick ropes wind around his body. "Where are you going Severus? Not staying to play with what you started?"
"Untie me Granger!" he demanded, before reaching for his wand to whisper the counter-curse.
"Langlock" I spoke, gluing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, "You're not going anywhere Severus; you now are the Order's hostage".
Levitating his struggling body, I moved him further towards the trees where he would not be found by his fellow Death-Eaters. Walking back towards the midst of the battle, delirious laughter rang in my ears as wiry arms enveloped my chest. An invisible hook tugged from my navel as I started to spin. It was a port key, I had been taken.
Hi, this is my first Hermione/Voldemort fic. Let me know if I should continue!
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