They'd failed

A sob of anguish ripped through Hermione's chest. It felt as if someone had sliced her open and ripped out her organs. The pain was so raw, spreading from her heart through her torso, down her legs and arms to her fingertips. The feeling was so surreal, as if she could feel drips of blood seeping through tiny slits carved into her heart, spreading throughout her body. Her mind was numb as all previous thoughts slipped away.

He should've won

A maniacal laugh shot through the atmosphere, the sound wringing through her body, chilling her core. Hermione raised her head to see him. His pallid skin seemed to have an eerie glow as it stretched taught over face. It caused his disfigurement to appear more prominent. His luminescent red eyes were gleaming with glory as they took in all the ruby red blood spilled across the battlefield.

She saw him focus back to the lifeless body before him. Blood seeped through open wounds; hair in disarray…a pair of circular glasses haphazardly placed upon a face, shards of glass from the ocular object dug into the flesh of a boy…the boy…the boy whom once lived.

Harry

She looked back at Voldemort noting the insane grin spreading across his face as he beckoned those surrounding him to witness the boy who lived in death. A ripple of callous laughter spread through the crowd of Death Eaters as they gloried at their masters' victory.

She could see the bodies of those fighting on the side of the light instantly deflate as their only hope of victory over the dark lay on the muddy terrain, motionless.

This was all wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this. We should have been triumphant. Harry should've been the victor. Good always triumphs over evil…doesn't it?

What would happen now? What should they do? Did they even have a chance of winning anymore? Should they just surrender and grovel at his feet? No! She was a Gryffindor. She was brave and courageous and she would die fighting for her cause. She would fight until her last breath.

The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Someone was watching her. She subtly glanced around her as to not attract any unwanted attention. And then she caught his gaze. His eyes seemed to be piercing into her very soul. She couldn't break the stare. There was something so hypnotic about those eyes. She snapped out of her daze when she saw him move and realised his intent.

"No Tom!"

So over the summer I was reading some Hermione/Tom fanfics and this is my own attempt. Also this is my first attempt at a full fanfiction story so please bear with me :)

Thanks for reading and I hope you review :)