Author's Note: This story is being written by my friend and I, but since I'm the one that has a Fanfiction account, I get to put it up on my account.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling came up with the characters and the original plot of Harry Potter. My friend came up with this story line. I am basically filling it in a little bit. But I do not claim ownership of the plot, either this fanfic or the original plot.
Author's Note 2: I'm writing this, pretending and assuming that the person that died in HBP didn't, and is still alive. Italicized text is a flashback at the end of the trio's seventh year, and normal text is after Hogwarts. Ron/Hermione, possibly Harry/Ginny. (Because I love those two ships.) Spoiler Warning.
Lives of Sacrifice
"Ron, Hermione, can you two stop kissing for a second? Ginny, can you join us too?"
The three obeyed Harry and quickly paid attention to him. Something in his voice told them to listen to what he would say.
"Dumbledore believes he has found the last Horcrux. But, for safety, he wants all of us to go get it. Remember how hard it was for the two of us to get the locket?" Harry asked the other three. "Well, we think it will be even harder for us to get the last Horcrux, now that Voldemort-quiet, Ron- knows we have found out about the Horcruxes. Are you guys willing to go?"
"Of course, Harry," Ginny responded. "Do you really think we would let you go on your own after the locket episode?"
"Yeah," the others agreed. "It would be stupid to let you two go alone together."
"You guys don't seem to take this seriously enough. You can die doing this. Are you sure you are willing to come?" Harry questioned their eagerness.
"You think we don't know it's dangerous? And you think the DA was nothing? We were preparing ourselves to fight V-Voldemort," Ginny stuttered, "not just having fun risking our necks with Umbridge on our backs. We know the danger. We are willing to make the sacrifice. We're ready."
The three of them trooped out of the Gryffoder Common Room after Harry towards Dumbledore's study, completely silent, but with determination on their faces. After about 10 minutes of walking through the corridors, they arrived to Dumbledore's study, where he was waiting for them outside. With an equally determined face, yet the usual, bright twinkle in his eyes, he motioned for all four of them to follow him.
They made it out into the courtyard, with a nearly full moon up in the sky. Hermione shivered slightly. Ron instinctively put his arm around her, not knowing if she was shivering from the cold or the duty that lay ahead. They continued to walk towards Hogsmeade; the only sounds were the soft footsteps of the five adventurers.
The silence was broken by Dumbledore. "I'm touched the three of you are willing to help Harry and myself find the last Horcrux."
"Where are we going this time, sir?" Harry asked the professor. "And what are we looking for?"
"We are going to woodlands of southern Ireland. There is a summer lodge there, rather nice place, that belonged to the Peters' Family. As the Daily Prophet noted last week, Mr. Peters was convicted of being a Death Eater. And for reasons that would take too long for me to explain now, I believe Voldemort told him to take the last Horcrux there. Ah, here we are," Dumbledore stopped suddenly, making Harry run into him, and Ginny into Harry. "Good. Now, Ginny, you have your Apparation license now, I believe? But, just as a safety measure, we should do joint Apparation. Ginny, grab onto Harry…good. Now Ron and Hermione…and Harry shall grab onto me. Ready? Let's go."
They Disapparated from Hogsmeade and landed in front of a large cottage in a clearing, but they could still see forest farther along in every direction. Dumbledore smiled in a knowing way to the four teenagers, and walked up to the house, and went inside. Harry and the others followed him without question.
"Fancy meeting you here, Tom," Dumbledore said with a sad smile.
"I could say the same of you, Albus. And you brought your sidekicks with you, including a Mudblood. How are you supposed to defeat me with a Mudblood helping you? She'll put you at a disadvantage, I believe. Why don't I make it a little fairer for your side, and finish her off?" Voldemort taunted.
"Is there any real need of that, Tom?" Dumbledore said, thinking quickly.
"Oh, I think it is. I would kill all of you, but I know you and 'The Chosen Boy' want to have a real fight with me, so I'll fight you. Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled, pointing his wand at Hermione.
Hermione, who had been frozen in the doorway, suddenly had a look of terror on her face, while the green light shined around her. Then the light was gone, and Hermione crumpled to the ground, dead.
Horrified at what Voldemort had done, Ron turned from Hermione's lifeless body to face Voldemort. "You killed her! You killed her for no reason! You killed her, like you killed all those other innocent people!
"Ron, don't do anything stupid!" Harry yelled. He looked around the room, looking for what might be the Horcrux. I need to find that Horcrux. he thought. It's not for me anymore. Voldemort took Ron's whole life away. It's for Ron now. There it was, on the shelf behind Voldemort. Helga Hufflepuff's brooch. " /I Accio Brooch! I "
Perhaps it was the urgency in his voice. Perhaps the brooch was somehow waiting to be called off the shelf. But the brooch flew right into Harry's hand without lazily drifting in the air. Without thinking of any magical way to destroy it, Harry threw the brooch onto the ground and smashed it with his foot.
"You are not immortal, Voldemort! If anyone deserves to die, you do! You killed too many innocent people! NOW IT IS YOUR TURN TO DIE! AVADA KEDAVRA! " Harry shouted at Voldemort.
But instead of killing him, Harry's curse missed Voldemort and hit the shelf the brooch came from. All the little statues on the shelf tumbled onto the floor, half of them breaking.
"You think you can kill me, Harry? You've tried to for the past three years, and you have yet to do so. There is no way for someone as weak as you to kill me!" Voldemort yelled at Harry. "There is no way for one person to kill me!"
"He's not doing it alone! I'm helping him!" Ginny cried, pointing her wand at Voldemort, looking as menacing as Harry did.
"And don't think I'm going to say, 'Oh, you killed my girlfriend, boohoo.' YOU WILL BE KILLED TONIGHT!" Ron bellowed.
"I believe the four of us are all in agreement, Tom," Dumbledore said as politely as if they were having afternoon tea. He raised his wand, so that all four wands made a semi-circle around Voldemort, with the ownwer behind it, waiting for the time to pounce.
"Now!" Harry yelled.
" AVADA KADAVRA " The four voices echoed off the walls, so that one could hear additional, "Avada Kadavra! Avada Kadavra! Avada Kadavra!" The blinding green light hid Voldemort for a few moments. Then, as the light started to fade away, all four could see Voldemort with a look that matched Hermione's, and he gracefully slumped to the floor, defeated and dead.