Disclaimer (for entire story): I am a teenage wanna-be writer – so the opposite of J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but plot/idea.

Through the Tears

"HARRY! WATCH OUT TO THE LEFT!"

I saw Harry turn and hastily cast a shielding charm. Not wasting any more time, I focused on what was currently going on. Quickly disarming and stunning my opponent, a nameless death eater, I looked around for my next duel – it ended up finding me.

I was standing straight across from Lucius Malfoy.

"Do my eyes deceive me or have I found the infamous mudblood friend of Potter?" he snarled. Looking down at my body, he smiled and said, "Well, I see that the naive Gryffindor has developed quite some bit. If you're lucky and you survive this, maybe I'll make a special request to the Dark Lord."

My eyes flashed in anger. If I had seen what I looked like, I probably would have even scared myself.

Instead of misusing my time and energy talking, I cut straight to the dueling. I didn't even spend time with pitiful curses like "expelliarmus." Against the elder Malfoy, there would be no chance that that would work.

"Reducto!" I shout. A spell that would make him implode on himself.

Caught off guard, Lucius Malfoy stumbled a little at the force of my spell – his week shield not nearly strong enough.

I didn't let up when he stumbled. I kept firing curse after curse at him and I could see the outcome taking its toll. When he was no longer able to stand up anymore, his body lined with the effects of my spells. I stopped firing them for a second. He looked up at me and I could tell that he knew what was coming – the end.

I could see the plead in his eyes and had it been a plead for redemption instead of one for his own selfish self, I would have paid attention.

With no mercy, I said the words that would end his life. "Avada Kedavra."

I couldn't stop to think about the first kill I had made. The numbers on both sides were starting to dwindle and I could no longer pass with stunning people or immobilizing them. It was all out war and no pity could be shown.

I continued on to my next opponent and I found myself face to face with another of Voldemort's most feared and faithful followers, Bellatrix Lestrange.

She laughed. "Well, it seems like the little mudblood has become a bit dark now hasn't she. Being a bad little bitch aren't you? Whatever will Mummy say?"

I just looked at her the rage building inside me at an uncontrollable rate. How dare she bring up my parents!

"Oh that's right," she continued. Pretending that she had forgotten. "Mummy's dead. Murdered along with poor, poor Daddy."

I could have sworn that I had growled, unable to keep my anger completely inside.

"But you know that I didn't just kill your parents. Oh no, no, no. Why would I only stop half way? I killed your grandparents. Your aunts. Your uncles. Your cousins. And in a few moments, I think I'll enjoy killing you too."

I still didn't talk. What would I say that wouldn't end in her laughing at me? Nothing came to mind, so I just decided to finish her.

I raised my wand and started firing all kinds of hexes and curses. Unlike my fight with Lucius, this was much more evenly matched. We would trade off throwing curses and blocking some, trying to not let anything through.

Then the pain hit me. I felt like every part of me was being stabbed repeatedly with a burning hot knife. I felt my legs give out and I fell to my knees. I was hardly conscious of this however, the pain was consuming everything. I had enough sense not to let go of my wand but that was all I could manage as I clutched my head with my free hand.

Make it stop! I screamed inside my head – unable to voice my thoughts through the screaming, which I then learned was my own. Just make it end!

The first clear thought came through my head then. She won't stop. She'll just keep going until I'm insane like Neville's parents. I have to fight it.

Collecting as much of myself as I could in my mind, I pointed my wand at her and managed to scream out through the pain. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

I heard a thud and I knew that Bellatrix was dead.

I kept on fighting – there was nothing important enough, other than this war ending, that would make me stop. I had to keep going.

I kept fighting death eaters. Each duel I fought ended with my opponent dead.

After about seven death eaters, I had a rare break and I looked around. I could see that the death eaters were changing their strategy. They had stopped killing their opponents and were instead using a spell to tie them up and moving them to the corner.

They were so confident in winning that they were making sure to get the luxury of prisoners.

Some of the dead bodies caught my attention and I was astonished. How could they have died? Mad Eye, McGonagall, Luna, Lavender, George, Hagrid, Bill, Dean, Charlie, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Snape, Pavarti, Arthur, Molly, Seamus, Neville, Ginny, Ron. How could they have lost? They were so strong.

Looking at the prisoners I only recognized two faces; Lupin and Fred, the last Weasley left.

I dueled one more death eater, and won, when I realized that Harry and Voldemort were finally fighting. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to watch.

It was a surprisingly short and simple battle. They fired the killing curse back and fourth a few times and though it saddened me a huge amount, I knew who the winner would be.

Taking my only chance. I quickly killed the remaining death eaters, though there was only around ten. There were no members of the order left to fight. All of them were dead or captured.

I turned and I saw the last spell fired. The one that extinguished the hope of the wizarding world. I saw Harry Potter, boy-who-lived and my best friend, fall to the ground.

Voldemort smiled. It was cold and chilling and I couldn't help but shiver.

Looking around he saw that it was only me standing. "Very smart of you to kill the remaining death eaters while I were fighting. I would try to sway you to my side after what I have seen today but I know that that would be a fruitless attempt."

"You're right. I would never willingly follow you," I told him.

"I suppose so," Voldemort said. "It would be a shame to kill you though. I have to admit that I don't even know who you are. I know of you as simply 'mudblood.' Since you're the last one still fighting, I must kill the only thing that stands against me."

Then it hit me – it was only me left. Harry had failed. Dumbledore had failed. The light had failed.

My eyes blurred and through the tears I took one last look around me at all the dead bodies. The bodies of my friends.

Turning back to Voldemort I said, "You're right. It's only me left. But that won't stand in my way. The right side will win – even if that means winning alone."

I pointed my wand at myself and started chanting the curse that was the world's only hope of salvation.

I was going to change it. Everything.

Before I left, though I have no idea what possessed me to do it, I took one last look at Voldemort and said, "Hermione. It was nice meeting you."

With that I was gone – the last thing I heard was Voldemort's surprised and confused voice stammering, "Her-Hermione?"

A/N: I don't know about you but I loved it, however bias I may be.

Please review – would help me so unbelievably much. I know that I liked it but well, you probably didn't.