-1Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, I just like to play around with Ms Rowling's characters.
AN: This is just something I came up with while bored one day. It's a little different to other stories I've read on here but I hope you like it.
Severus
Snape sat behind his desk with his head in his hands. Voldemort had
been defeated a matter of hours ago, and here he was, sitting down
when he should have been dead. He couldn't bring himself to do
anything else. He was far too busy thinking . Now that the dark lord
had gone, he could act himself, act on his own feelings. 'How
ironic' he thought 'the traitor is able to live a normal life
when so many innocent died. I should be one of the bodies they need
to identify.'
A knock on the door stopped his thoughts.
"Enter," he rasped, shouting curses really wasn't good for the throat. The door was flung open, a female figure stepped into the room. Her hood was drawn and so her face hidden from view and her identity unknown.
"You should be in the hospital wing, not here by yourself, it will do you no good .' The figure said, it's voice soft and calming.
Severus got to his feet in order to force the woman out of his chambers, though as fate would have it one of the wounds he'd acquired during the battle tore as he stood causing blood to flow freely form his shoulder. In the blink of an eye the woman was supporting him, ignoring the growls of 'I'm fine' and 'Leave me the hell alone woman.'. Severus was lowered to the ground as he passed into unconsciousness, the woman whispering healing and cleaning spells with her hood still drawn…
Severus Snape woke up sitting behind his desk as he had been the night before. His mind ran over the occurrences of the past night, 'Was it just a dream?' he thought to himself, shaking his head he raised his shirt. Every single wound was healed, his physical health was better than it had been in years.
"See you weren't dreaming," he told himself. Snape sat at his desk thinking until he could bare silence and depression no more, buttoning up his cloak he swept off through the corridors.
The battle had taken place mostly on Hogwarts grounds, only a select few duels actually entered the building. The main damage to the castle was in the entrance hall, where the whole back wall had been blown to pieces. This devastation was caused by Lusious Malfoy and Severus Snape. Malfoy had strode up the steps when he encountered Snape.
The duel had it had spectators would have been one of the most impressive in history. Dancing this was and that with the agility of a ballerina. The final curse hit Malfoy square in the chest, the last words he uttered being , "Save Draco, traitor." with those words in mind Snape turned and went in search of Draco. On his way through the battle field he passed other dueling couples; Neville Longbottom and Bellatrix Lestrange, Ronald Weasley and Theodore Nott, Albus Dumbledore with Crabbe and Goyle senior and Macnair. Harry Potter was fighting Peter Pettigrew, while the silhouette of the dark lord and another could be seen in the distance. Having searched the field for Draco Malfoy and ending fruitless, he strode towards the dark lord.
Curse after curse was flying through the air, though only one voice could be heard. Advance spells were coming from the unknown person without a word being spoken. If Snape had not known Dumbledore to be dueling with others he would have guessed the figure to be him. Drawing nearer his breath caught, as he glimpsed the face of the dark lords opponent. A spell shot towards Voldemort freezing him slowly but surely, as it rose up his legs he spoke.
"Well, well, Hermione Granger I believe. Yes you would have been a good asset to my cause if you were not a mud blood." he hissed. To the surprise of both men, Hermione laughed, a pure laugh that echoed around warming the souls of fighters of the light, and terrifying those of the dark.
"Mudblood, just one of the names I've had to endure while protecting those belonging to this school. I'm more pure than anyone here in these grounds today." Hermione said simply, her voice soft but powerful.
"Those are strong words, but only the foolish would believe such lives from a muggle born's lips." the dark lord spat, finally ridding himself of the freezing charm he shouted 'crucio' time and time again, each one found it's mark. Snape winced as seven of the curses hit her heart directly.
"Wither in agony at my feet, or prove just how pure you are child." Voldemort hissed sending yet another crucio at her.
Standing tall Hermione raised her arms, by doing so she raised herself off the ground. Slowly she began to whistle, causing the wind to pick up, twirling around her. A light burst from within her, causing her whole body to glow with a golden light.
"You will not succeed Tom Marvolo Riddle, never again will you darken a door way, never again will your mind control anothers, never again will your wrong doings be done, for tonight you will cease to be." The power behind the words spoken was tremendous, the air seemed to resonate with them. "Speak your last words, or leave this world in silence."
Voldemort held his head high, smirked and then spoke,
"My loyal followers will continue to reign terror into the lives of those unworthy. The world will be perfect and I will be back to rule it. No mere mortal can kill me, even if you do dabble in earth magic."
Hermione shook her head sadly, and placed her hands out in front of her, palms out stretched and began to chant. Voldedmort screamed a hideous scream before disappearing completely into a cloud of ash. Hermione whistled up a wind to spread every grain of the ash, bar one, across the world. The remaining piece she transfigured into a tiny silver star and linked it onto a charm bracelet. On the wind a faint echo could be heard.
"I am no mere mortal."
