Greatest Witch Bested
May 2nd, 1998; 7:00 AM. The Battle of Hogwarts had resumed anew. Fights ranged across the castle, but none were as heavily concentrated as in the Great Hall.
Hermione Granger was dueling her former torturer, Bellatrix Lestrange. Suddenly, she saw Ron miss death by an inch, and was distracted for just a moment. A critical moment.
"Avada Kedavra!" A bolt of green light hit Hermione dead on. She was dead before she hit the floor. Ron saw her fall, and time seemed to slow, even stop altogether.
"HERMIONE! NOOOO!" He ran for Bellatrix, leapt in front of her and began hailing curse after curse, the worst he could think of, at her. She will die today, Ron thought sadistically.
Bellatrix's sneer quickly became a growl as she dueled with Ron intensely. Other fighters stopped their own duels to watch theirs. At last, Ron screamed "Avada Kedavra!" for maybe the twentieth time. This time, the spell found its mark. Bellatrix froze before falling backward, dead now herself. Cheers and screams split the air. Out of the corner of his eye, Ron saw Voldemort turn to face him before, suddenly, a shield of magic surrounded him and Harry reappeared back from the dead. Minutes later, the Dark Lord followed Bellatrix to the grave.
The Battle over, Ron rushed to Hermione. Though he knew it was hopeless, he shook her lifeless body, kissed her lips harder than he had when the pair had made out in the Room of Requirement the night before. It was no use, she was unresponsive, she could not be saved. Ron began to sob openly.
"Please, Hermione! Please, don't leave me! Hermione, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you, Hermione. HERMIONE!" he screamed at last, his cry almost shaking the castle walls.