I am not J.K. Rowling. I am not being paid for this. I just have an extremely healthy obsession with Harry Potter.
Chapter 1:Pain
Snape looked down at Harry's lifeless body.
Harry I'm Too Good to Follow Simple Rules Potter.
Harry I Can Do Whatever I Want Potter.
"Are you happy, you coward?" shrieked Hermione. "He's gone!"
Snape barely glanced at the witch screaming and crying. The severity of his crime had just hit him. The last living link of Lily Potter was gone. His one true love had died to save her son; this same insignificant boy that lay at his feet.
Lily Potter was truly dead now. And it was his entire fault. He'd promised to do anything for her, and he had failed. He'd let his hatred for James Potter overwhelm the love he had for Lily, and now her eyes would be truly gone from him.
Hermione thought she saw a tear glisten in the corner of Snape's eye, but she didn't have long to think about it because at that exact moment Voldemort was glaring down on her and Ron.
An evil smile pulling up the corners of his mouth. He felt joy that he had not felt in years, and now he had before him the very best friends of his nemesis. The pleasure he would get from torturing them and killing them would almost rival the pleasure he took in killing Harry Potter.
"Well, well, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley. I must say I am delighted to have you here. I am sorry about your friend, but he was always getting in the way, and we mustn't have that now, can we? How else are we to establish a new world order that is finally just and fair? The Muggles must learn their place, and so must the Mudbloods…" Voldemort stated, leaving the hiss of his 's' lingering about the room.
For once in her life Hermione knew what true fear was. It wasn't failing a class, facing the possibility of not having a date for the Yule Ball, watching hundreds of Dementors descend upon Harry, nor was it facing Bellatrix Lestrange and her twisted games of torture. This moment was what true fear was. Her best friend, brother really, was dead beside her, and Ron, the only man she knew she would ever love, was just as helpless as she. She looked over at Ron, and in that instant she knew he felt the same.
Hermione suddenly turned away and made direct eye contact with him, Voldemort. She knew what she had to do. She had to beg. So she looked into those red eyes and did just that.
"Please, spare him. Do whatever you want to me. Have your Death Eaters do whatever they want to me, but please spare Ron."
"No, Hermione! What are you thinking? Have you-"
But before he could finish, the Dark Lord let out an evil laugh that even froze Snape to the core.
"But this is indeed amusing. It almost reminds me of how Potter's mother begged for him. She was a Mudblood just like you, Ms. Granger. How she did snivel over that boy."
He threw his head back and laughed even louder before continuing.
"'Please not Harry!' How pathetic. And to think Severus, you wanted me to spare her life!"
"Yes, My Lord. When one desires or lusts over a woman, one does tend to act irrationally," Snape replied coolly.
This was more than Hermione could take. She suddenly pointed her finger at Voldemort and yelled, "You, don't you talk about them like that. Just because your mother didn't love you enough to stay alive for you doesn't give you any right, you evil creature!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Voldemort directed his wand at Ron.
"Crucio!"
Ron was lifted off his feet, and screamed as a pain more intense than anything he could ever remember feeling filled his entire body. He screamed again and again, but the Dark Lord did not cease.
Hermione tried to run to Voldemort, and do something, anything, to make him stop when Snape lazily and silently Petrified her. She fell to the dusty ground of the Shrieking Shack as rigid as a board. Only after this did the Dark Lord let Ron fall to the ground, mercifully unconscious at that point.
"My Lord, what are your plans for the two friends of Potter?"
"Did you have something in mind, Severus?"
"My Lord, I think I might just have the perfect plan, but maybe right now it would be best to allow the death of "Chosen One" to be known."
Once more Voldemort held the tip of the Elder Wand to his throat and spoke, his voice encircling the grounds of Howgarts, Hogsmeade, and the mountains surrounding it.
"THE BOY WHO LIVED IS DEAD. YOUR CHAMPION IS GONE. EVERYONE HAS ONE TEN MINUTES TO GATHER IN THE GREAT HALL OF MY SCHOOL. FLEE IF YOU THINK YOU CAN, BUT KNOW THAT THOSE WHO FLEE FOR WHATEVER REASON WILL BE PUNISHED MOST SEVERELY, AS WILL THEIR FRIENDS AND FAMILY."
Nagini blinked at her Master through her glittering orb. She didn't appear to be in the least bit worried.
All around the Great Hall, people looked at each other in terror. This was it. It was over. They had fought, and now they had lost. Shrieks and wails could be heard over the scraping of chairs and tables as people ran to the huge front doors to leave this wretched battle scene behind. But there were those who stayed; the defeated, the injured, the dead, and the ones who loved the ones staying behind too much to leave.
Ginny couldn't stand as her remaining brothers carried Fred out of the hall. She couldn't even cry. Harry was gone. He was gone. Never coming back. She had refused to believe that THAT KISS was going to be their last kiss, but it was. Her heart was slowly breaking, no, not breaking, crumbling. Her throat felt raw, she felt tired, her body was bruised, and the Death Eaters were coming, but she couldn't move. Where was she supposed to go? Harry was gone. The Burrow would no longer feel like home. Her mother couldn't move her. Her father couldn't pry her, and when the Death Eaters finally advanced into the castle it was those three they killed first.
At least Ginny would never have to experience the pain that Hermione and Ron soon would.
Okay, so I am sure some of you might have questions. I will briefly explain now how Harry died, so you can continue to read this if you like. Harry, Hermione, and Ron all went to the Shrieking Shack just like in HPatDH, but Harry couldn't control his anger (gasp, surprise) and shot a spell at Nagini in her sphere. They were found out and Voldemort killed him, so there was no need to kill Snape anymore. I will go into greater detail later on in the story, though.
I want to just let you guys know that there will be very graphic scenes. I will write a warning over the dark chapters.
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