Warning: This is an AU with FemHarry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Prologue
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
A thick crimson liquid splattering on the stone floor echoing the almost empty cell. Green eyes flashed as they opened. Even as the voice was soft and rasping it echoed, "Ron? Hermione?"
There was silence, but a shift of chains echoed through the silence after the voice's echo silenced.
"Harri?" a young, but spoke of age beyond her years asked.
"This is it eh?" a hint a smirk could be heard by his voice.
"Feels like deja vu, no?" Harri laughed humorlessly, "Though seperated by cells, at least we are together, " a small smile can be heard within the youngest's soft voice.
"No wands, no food, no way to find out who is the next idiot to talk to us..." Ron began to list rather mechanically.
"What happen to the stragistic Sli-" Hermione began to protest.
"Oi! I'm just stating facts to see what to work with, give me time!" hissed the read head.
"Foolish children, your allies have fallen, your precious school is nothing, but a mere memory," began Voldemort.
"More just a memory than a teenage angst diary, like really what kind of self-respecting villain carries a diary?" Ron retorted as he interrupted his all pathetical dark lord. Said lord twitched, annoyed as his death eaters shook either of fear or laughter.
"Must be a therapy thing you know, or so says one of my psychology books," Hermione put in nonchalantly, while Harri mock pity shook her head.
"You see Tommy, you lost, you have nothing left and whatever choice you make tonight, you'll lose," Harri with her chin up and glared defiantly at the man who made her grow up faster not able to enjoy the childhood, which she prays others will able to after this nightmare ends.
"SILENCE!" It seemed he felt disturbed at his young nemesis words, but made his choice as he lifted his wand.
"Prepare to die! HAHAHAHA!" a crazed woman who once a upon a time looked beautiful till judgment was placed upon her. She urged her fellow dark cloaked beings to point their wands to the tied trio of young teenagers.
"Shall we go with a bang?" a mischievous browned hair girl murmured to her two best friends who sync together creating golden barrier unseen to the naked eye.
"On their signal we do it," the strategic young teen smirked, then both looked at their youngest companion between them. The youngest teen bitterly smiled, "Better shield up till then."
"Avada Kedavra!" All the Death Eaters yelled gleefully around them. A large green light flashed combining with other deathly painful spells toward the trio as they prayed their plans worked.