Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would not need to write fan fictions ^_^
A/N Well here it is! This is my brain child, my love and my baby, I really hope you enjoy this story because I can already tell I'm going to have so much fun writing it! This story is much deeper and hopefully will be much better written than my other, which is on temporary HIATUS until I manage to locate my inspiration, but you know what they say… when one door closes another door opens… or is this a window? ;) either way I hope you enjoy! -A
Prologue
Screams rang out across the school grounds as wizards and witches from both sides fell dead on the sodden ground. Hermione was currently locked in a fierce battle with a masked death eater, back to back with Ginny, her long mane of mousy, brown curls tied into a bun at the back of her head, the strands that managed to escape were sticking to her face and a fierce glint lit her eyes with a wild fire that burned with the knowledge of their fate. They would not win this war. They were sorely outnumbered and for every death eater they managed to take down two more filled the empty space.
"Ginny look out!" Hermione warned, ducking the green jet of light and just barely managing to pull her friend down in time to miss the fatal spell as well. The two had hardly enough time to pull in a much needed breath of air before returning to their former positions, back to back, completely surrounded.
They were numb. Numb to the world as they focused on each new second as it was presented to them. They had no time in the heat of battle to remember. To remember Ron's faced as he pushed Hermione to the side and took the killing curse that had been intended to her, no time to remember Harry's disappearance among the massive field of bodies covered in sweat and mud and blood, no time to remember the death of Moony and Tonks as they defended the last of the fleeing students on their way out of the castle, no time to remember the charred bodies of Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley as they fell pray to rampant fiendfire, there was no time for anything. Soon there would be no time at all. Soon they would be dead too.
As the seconds turned into minutes the two girls were increasingly able to feel every bit of the seven hours they had already been a part of this pitched battle. They could feel their muscles growing weak as their spells began to lag. A stinging curse managed to break through their defenses here, a sectumsempra there, before they knew it Ginny's presence could no longer be felt at Hermione's back and her friend lay motionless on the battlefield, glassy eyes staring up at the dawn. Hermione didn't even attempt to dodge the green light that found it's mark right between her eyes and soon the world was enveloped in blackness…