"My Last Breath"
by S'Eleene Paris PG
Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
spoilers: books 1-6
synopsis:
In response to the challenge on
Portkey and inspired by the song "My Last
Breath" by Evanescence, a near death experience
Puts certain things into perspective. This is
A one shot fluff…I'm good at that…so why change
Now?
Disclaimer:
J.K. Rowling owns all lefts, rights,
and eye lashes belonging to the Harry Potter
series. I don't , but it is fun to mess around
with the characters isn't it? I also don't own
the song "My Last Breath" or Evanescence. If
I did, I hardly doubt I would be writing on the
Net.
Part One
Thunder crashed and the lightning slashed the green tinted ebony sky in two.
Rain pounded on the backs of four individuals as the wind whipped it across
the country side. It was three against one and the three were having
the same amount to trouble conquering as the one.
A black haired boy, no man, with green almond shaped eyes dodged
yet another curse gracefully as one could. Harry sent his own spell
toward his enemy after he heard his friend moan as the spell meant for him
grazed his abdomen, knocking the wind out of him. Harry's head whipped
around to check on his best friend and immediately Hermione was at
Ron's side checking on his wounds. Ronald Weasley waved his
hand at his friend to tell him he was going to be okay.
When Harry's attention went back to the task at hand, he barley had enough
time to dodge the next spell heading toward them. "Stand still boy and
accept your fate!" Voldermort declared as the spell missed him and he grew
irritated.
"I don't think so, Riddle. I think its your fate rather to die at my hands
instead." Harry sent a non-verbal spell in the Dark Lord's direction.
"There are some things after all that are much worse than death."
"Such as finding out you was the cause of your friends' death." the evil
wizard smiled and a shiver went down Harry's spine. As a flash of lighting
struck near by, the wizard lifted his wand and flicked the Killing curse at the
where Hermione was taking care of Ron's wounds. From where Harry
stood he was certain she took the brunt of the hit.
"Hermione!" Harry's color drained as he literally had to stop himself from
running over there to check on her condition. "Ron's over there, he'll take
care of her for now. Right now you have to get rid of this guy once and
for all."
"Don't worry, Harry. She'll be with your mudblood mother soon." Voldermort
taunted.
"No!" Harry raged as he pointed his want at the wizard. The laughter from
Voldermort's face drained. Determination filled Harry's eyes as he quoted the
Dark wizard, but instead of the green light emitting from his wand the light
Whizzed from behind. Looking behind him at Ron and almost wanted to
laugh, the spell the evil wizard had cast had ricocheted off something after
killing Hermione. The dark Lord had been finally defeated by his own curse.
The spell had hit the target and with out another word, the man who was
once Tom Riddle fell limply on to the ground, dead. Since he only had
1/7 of his soul left after putting the rest of it in several miscellaneous items
and hid them around the world. It was only after Harry, Ron, and Hermione
had found them and destroyed them that they were able to take the man
down.
With out missing a beat, Harry raced over to were Hermione lay with her
Hair in the mud due to the rain. "Hermione." Harry breathed as tears
Formed in the corner of his eye. Harry gathered the witch's lifeless
Body in his arms. "No! This can't be! It's not fair!"
As Harry rocked back and forth with the body of his friend, the tears he
Was trying to hold back fell down his cheeks and on to the lips of his
Best female friend. "Harry. She's gone." Ron offered, trying to console
Him. "Do you think she would want you to be like this?"
"Go away and let me be!" Harry screamed hysterically as he
continued to rock back and forth with her body.
"Harry, we have to take her body back to the castle so they can
inform her parents of what happened." Ron tried to think logically,
which would have normally fell into Hermione's responsibility, but
considering her recent death Ron felt to urge to try to fill the void
she had left for the both of them.
"You're right." Harry said, distantly as he stood up and carried her
body back to the apperation point. The duo misted off and reappeared
just outside the castle's grounds. Harry said nothing as he carried
Hermione's body up the castle steps and through the heavy wooden
Doors.
"Here, Harry. Let me help you carry her." Ron offered as he stepped
up the staircase before of the Great hall.
"No." Harry stated plainly as they made their way down the corridors
and arrived at the hospital wing. Ron opened the doors silently and
allowed Harry and the body to make their way through first.
At the sound of the doors swinging open, Madame Pomfrey looked up
from where she was administering a calming draft to a fifth year. Obviously,
the girl was stressing out from her O.W.L. examinations. The duo noticed
the limp body in Harry's arms and Madame Pomfrey rushed over to meet
them by the bed where Harry had laid her. "What happened?"
"She was killed by Voldermort." Harry was blunt, but Madame Pomfrey
had a different opinion. She waved her wand over the former Hogwarts
student as various currently enrolled students gasped at the use of the
dark lord's name. As the head of the medical wing waved her wand,
various physical statistics could be read in a blue mist.
With out another word, the nurse ran to her office, grabbing various
potions and administrating them. "What's going on?" Harry asked
the question that was plaguing both Harry and Ron. "What are you
doing to her?"
As the witch continued to administer the treatments for the young
woman's condition, she commented her personal thoughts
as to why the girl was in her current state. "I don't know why, but
for some reason this girl survived. I take it that he-who-must-not-
be-named used the killing curse on her. By this reason she should
be very well dead, but I am registering brain activity, a very slow
heartbeat, and some breathing. I am going to try to stabilize her then
send her to Saint Mungo's. The will have the better facilities to deal
with her condition there. Hopefully with some time they will be able
to revive her.
"But Madame Pomfrey, why isn't she dead?" Ron asked as he claimed
the empty chair next to the bed.
The witch looked up briefly and gave them her honest medical opinion.
"I don't know, but the only other person who was able to survive the
Killing curse is sitting right there." She pointed at Harry with a gesture
Of her head. "Now, if you will excuse me there is a lot to be done
Before I can send her to Saint Mungo's. While I am doing this, why
don't you go and inform Professor McGonagall of her condition."
With that, the duo were ushered out of the door by a very put out
medically trained witch.