Hermione was running. Through the woods and brush as fast as she could. She could feel the breath on her neck and feel the vibrations from her pursuers chase. When had it all become a game of cat and mouse? She supposed it had always been a game to them but never had she felt more vulnerable or cornered. Closer and closer they came. Never yielding, seeming to never tire. When one would lag another would take its place. How could she have been so stupid? How blind could she have been? She should have known not to leave by herself. It was too dangerous.
Faster, faster! Her mind was screaming at her. You can't let them catch you! When she had left this morning she was the least worried she had been in a long time. The war was coming to an end, granted she practically the sole survivor but it was still nearly over. Harry had killed Voldemort a few months ago but there were a handful of his Inner Circle Death Eaters left. Of course Harry had been killed right after by one of them and Ron, poor Ron, had been slaughtered nearly a year ago. All of the Order members were dead except for Tonks and Remus Lupin and only two Weasleys remained, Fred and George.
And Hermione herself who was currently being hunted by the remaining Death Eaters.
Keep going! You can't give up now… not now, after all that everyone went through. The Death Eaters seemed to be slowing down but Hermione just kept going as fast as she could. After a few more minutes she thought she could see something up ahead. It resembled a tomb or an alter of some kind. If she could get there she'd be able to use it for cover, resting her legs and getting her wind back while casting spells.
Hermione sent a barrage of spells over her shoulder as she vaulted over the tomb, landing hard on her hands and knees. Spells shot over her head and she knew that this was it. At least I'll be able to see Harry and Ron again, not to mention my parents. I've missed them all so much. But Hermione wasn't going to go out without a fight, she was going to take as many of these bastards with her as she could. She was still panting when the Death Eaters stopped.
"Come out, Mudblood! Did you actually think you could escape us? Why don't you just give up?" One of the Death Eaters called.
"Screw you, Malfoy!" Hermione yelled as she silently sent a rather nasty severing hex at one of the Death Eaters over the tomb. From the sounds that followed she figured it must have hit.
"Dirty Bitch! You killed him!" Good, Hermione thought, one down, four more to go. "You'll pay for that. We have the perfect ritual for you. You are going to bring our lord back. Did you know that?"
"He's dead! Harry killed him, you idiots. You can't bring him back."
"We've done it before and we will do it again, Mudblood, and you are the perfect sacrifice," one of the other Death Eaters called out.
Hermione sent more hexes over the tomb. "Never! You will never take me alive!"
...TBC...