Pity Party / Chapter 1
Standing alone in the Forbidden Forest, Hermione Granger cried.
She cried for her family. Her friends. She cried for all those lost in the Final Battle. She cried for what could have been.
She cried for Harry.
She cried for Ron. For Ginny. The Weasleys. She cried for Lavender Brown. Seamus Finnigan. Dean Thomas. Dumbledore. Snape. McGonagall. Sirius Black. Remus Lupin. James and Lily Potter.
She cried because they were all gone. And she was all alone.
Her sobs turned to cries of despair as she watched Neville Longbottom fall, dead by Bellatrix LeStrange's feet.
The Great Hall had become something of a medical center. Hermione didn't dare enter it. It would be too much for her.
Her friends, the closest things she had to family since her parent's death were gone.
And Voldemort had just stood by and laughed. He had laughed when Harry appeared before him in the Forest. He had laughed when Harry had dropped to the ground, dead. He had laughed at everyone's cries and screams as they were tortured and killed.
Killed. Murdered. Slaughtered. Annihilated. Right before her eyes.
She'd fought with tears in her eyes, she'd taken curses for helpless first years who had snuck back into the school for the battle. She'd barely been able to walk, and yet she kept fighting.
Because she had hope. Hope that everything would be okay. That everyone would be fine.
But they weren't. And she was the only one left. The only one left standing in Hogwarts.
Hermione's crying ceased when she heard a rustling to her right. She spun around to see two Death Eaters stalking towards her through the forest. She recognized them to be Rabastan LeStrange and Barty Crouch Jr.
"Well, well. If it isn't Potter's little Mudblood?" The first Death Eater, Rabastan, spoke in a tone of fake surprise. His handsome could have fooled her, but the dangerous gleam in his eyes revealed just how crazy he was.
She drew her wand as fast as she could, but the second Death Eater, Barty, disarmed her faster than she could mutter a spell.
"Now, there'll be none of that. We just want to try something new with you," Barty's voice made her shiver, and his grin made Hermione want to hurl.
"Just hurry up and kill me. I don't care anymore," her own voice shocked Hermione. She sounded so calm and resigned, and it did nothing to betray the fear and nervousness she was actually feeling.
Rabastan turned to Barty and gave a short bark of a laugh, and then turned back to Hermione. He pointed his wand directly at her and whispered a spell.
A bright light engulfed Hermione, and her vision started to blur. She felt herself drifting out of consciousness.
The everything went black.
Okay, so this is my first FanFic! I don't know if you'll like it, but I really hope you do.
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Till next time,
Kylie x