Premise: Harry Potter died but the Order persisted. Three years later, Voldemort won and the few Order members who remained, resolved to make a last stand and infiltrated the Death Eater's Victory Party- a lavish masquerade. Hermione is tasked to kill Draco Malfoy, an important follower of the Dark, the last of Voldemort's living horcrux after Harry Potter and Nagini.

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I pledge myself to the Order of the Phoenix.

In honor of the Scarred Champion, our fallen hope,

Shall we, at the burst of lightning, strike.

Into the battle we go,

Restore the world to Light.

I saw him across the room, eyes beckoning me to him.

We danced and twirled to the music.

His eyes pulling me to him deeper and deeper, I laugh as I drown in it.

The music increased to a crescendo and people made way for us as we glide across the dance floor in surprising harmony, perfectly in sync as if we've danced a thousand times past countless days.

We've never been this close- always at a distance, mocking, threatening.

Yet in this hour of anonymity, we were free to close the distance between us, hold each other tightly, swaying to the beat of a mellowing sound.

At last the music is fading. My time is up.

I pledge myself to the Order of the Phoenix...

Before I have second thoughts, I reached into my covered thighs, pulled a dagger and plunged it to his heart.

I unmasked before him. His smile never faltered, eyes full of knowledge. He knew all along.

I felt no joy at my triumph.

I heard a gasp from the crowd…then screams at the horror before their eyes.

I know I should flee but I could not. I held him to my bosom as we gaze into each other, him with understanding and unspeakable gratitude; I, with anguish and regret.

He told me to leave before they catch me. I tell him it's too late as I tighten my grip.

I won't let go. Not when he's finally in my arms.

He understood. I wonder briefly, what it would be like... If he knew...

As his life slowly drained away from him, I heard someone shout a curse and down I went with him.

The last thing I saw before falling, was the Dark Lord with mouth opened wide in a silent scream as the light in his eyes went out. Standing behind him was Neville, the real Chosen One- I suddenly realized.

Sprawled to the floor- the mudblood and the pureblood- the two of us intertwined in our last ghastly dance, we succumbed to our fate, where wars and prejudice, hatred and fear, will never be.

We are at peace. At last.