Hermione walked out from the tattered remains of the school she had once loved, within it, the corpses of all her friends – and enemies. No one knew how it had happened.
Voldemort had just been defeated when Albus Dumbledore walked out of the school alive. He was followed by Fred Weasley, then Dobby, who hadn't even died on the schools grounds. One by one her fallen allies and enemies emerged from the building, until finally Voldemort himself got to his feet. There was rejoicing and celebration and then, chaos.
A bolt of lighting shot from the sky, striking down Delores Umbridge. At first no one did anything, no one seemed to care (Hermione certainly didn't) but then Snape was killed a few people sort of started to get a bit worried. They were still pretty fifty-fifty on the whole Snape thing.
"ONE SHALL SURVIVE," an impossibly loud voice told her. It sounded ageless and expressionless and seemed to be coming from inside her head. "CHOOSE OR I CHOOSE FOR YOU!"
"This is ridiculous!" Cho exclaimed, tossing her wand to the ground. She was promptly struck my lightning.
"I HOPE THAT CHANG-ED YOUR MIND." Apparently the voice like terrible puns.
There was a collective groan from the group, alerting Hermione that everyone else was hearing the voice too.
"Well crap." Trelawny mutters, firing a quick 'avadacadavra' at Bellatrix.
The crowd gasped.
"She cast an Unforgivable!" Said Seamus, casting an Unforgivable.
Hermione rushed through the crowd as bodies fell left and right. This was madness! There had to be a better way to stop this.
Inspiration struck. Hermione knew what she had to do. The one solution to everything…