My goodness, I'm writing about twenty books at once! It's not my fault though, everytime I get stuck on a new ship, ie, Sirius/oc and now fremione, I have to write one myself! So here goes my Fremione.
Enjoy!
The wand was no more than a stick. It wasn't my real wand to begin with, but I felt my heart fall as I bent over to pick up the two peices of the broken blackthorn. Bellatrix's wand was always evil, yet this severed, broken wand seemed as desolate as I was. A pretty good feat for an inatimate object. I remember how I felt the urge to break the wand myself, when I learned it was the one that had committed the terrible acts that took Sirius from us. Took Neville's parents away from him.
Yet strangely, now I mourned it.
"Ahh!" A scream sounded from my right. I was so dazed at the broken black-mahognay coloured wand in front of me, I didn't notice Mr. Weasley fall.
I did notice him fall beside me, I just didn't process the consequence. It was when his head hit the ground and his flickering eyes closed by my feet that I snapped back into consciousness. I was wandless, Mr. Weasley was quite possibly dead, Harry was off alone, fighting Voldemort. How had it come to this?
The black masked death eater raised a pale hand as he stepped over bodies and dodged bright red flashes of spells to get over to me. I ducked a particulary nasty orange glow that was aimed at me from behind and froze when the Death Eater lifted his mask.
"We meet again, Mudblood."The elder Malfoy spit, lifting his robes as he reached a pool of blood. He gracefully stepped over it and released his robes again, his blond hair was soot and ash free, though the same could not be said for his eyes. The slits of the mask had allowed dust to cover them, making them look sullen and all the more sinister.
It was chaos. Utter, complete, heartbreaking Chaos. I was alone, and my fate was ceiled.
"Hermione!" Ron called to me, his red hair turned black and brown from the soot and fallen ceiling. He was by my side in an instant as I tore my eyes away from the approaching Mr. Malfoy.
"Traitor!" He screamed, his normally in control voice both high-pitched and distressed as he raised his wand against Ron and I. I closed my eyes and felt two hands grip my shoulders and push me hard onto the ground. I fell without resisting and waited for the comfort of Ron's body to fall on top of me.
Thud. His body did fall, but beside me.
"Ron!" I yelled, speaking at last. "Ron!" I grabbed his shoulder and shook it, but in vain. A green afterflash was still visible in my eyesight and the wartorn seen before me was lost to my tears. "You Bastard!" I screamed, and grabbed Rons wand from the floor, turning onto Lucius.
"Sectumsepra!" He cried, flicking his wand at me. I wordlessly performed the strongest shield charm I ever had.
"Ron!" A deep voice cried from somewhere amidst the chaos behind me.
"Expelliarmus." I whispered dangerously, flicking Malfoys wand out of his hand. "You're going to rue the day you were born Lucius Malfoy." I added, before non-verbally perform the Cruciatus curse on him.
"Hermione!" The deep voice cried again, I was past the point of recognition and was now sadistically enjoying the sight of the Regal Mr.Malfoy thrashing about the ground like a rat. A sudden collision knocked the breath out of my body.
"Fred!" I yelled at my attacker. "Let me go! I'm going to murder him!" I said, as tears swam down my face. At that exact moment, the ceiling of the fifth floor corridor fell on us all. Crushing Ron, crushing Mr. Malfoy, crushing Fred onto me.
"Protego!" I screamed, flicking the wand with my tightly constrained arm. I managed to perform the charm seconds before the ceiling killed both Fred and I. It was right on top of him, and had obviously hurt him badly if the warm liquid flooding onto my legs was any indication.
"Ron" I whispered, and screamed "Diffindo" Lifting the rubble off of Fred and I. I frantically looked around for Ron under Fred's unconscious form, but to no avail.
"Ugh" Fred groaned, and I was forced to choose. Find Ron, or save Fred.
The tears in my eyes could have flooded oceans as I walked over to the one I had the best chance of saving. I lifted Fred's shirt with great difficulty and found a deep gash in his back. He was loosing entirely too much blood.
"I'm so sorry Ron." I found myself crying, as I cut my own wrist with a slash of my wand. "Transfurs." I whispered, sending my type O blood into Freds open vessels. It was medieval, but it was his best chance of survival. "I'm so sorry Ron" I cried, as I felt my blood deplete to the point where my vision turned black. "Finite" I said, knowing I had given all I could. I wanted to give more. I wanted to perish with Ronald. But Harry would need me, so I stopped and wrapped Freds wound in my shirt. I dragged his body over the rubble and into a corner, hiding both him and I. Behind a large broken statue, I sat with fred in my lap. I held him tightly to myself, feeling my sanity slip away as I silently chanted.
"I'm sorry Ron."
What had happened?
R&R