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Woah. WOAH. Another chapter, i'm sorry i made you wait so long D; please dun hate meh. Yeah.. I sorta ignored the story for a few weed no idea how to star, lost my motivation. BUT I DID IT. And i really hope, this is alright. I am actually trying to make longer chapters, but i really don't know how to make it interesting and long without spilling out the whole story in one chapter. I'll keep trying to work that out, but for now read and enjoy. And if you have time, please review. Thanks a Bunch, for your reviews, for everyone who favourited and put on alert. Ahhhh I'm SO SORRY. I left this WAY TOO LONG. It's christmas tomorrow, well atleast it is in New Zealand. SO MERRY CHRISTMAS. Please dun lose your faith in me, if you have faith in me xD. Thanks.

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- Mia

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Into the unknown

Not a second had passed and already Hermione and Voldemort stood facing eachother 7 metres apart with their wands out and pointed, they stared at eachother seemingly contemplating their moves, techniques and strategies.

This was a duel.

Voldemort stared at the child, she seemed fearless but he could change that.

He could just imagine the crunching of her bones, he could picture it, his wand, his spells stabbing through her like a knife.

He was getting excited, this mudblood stood no chance against the mighty Lord Voldemort, he could steal her life away with the slightest flick of his wand if he wanted to, but no it would be much more pleasing to take it slowly.

Still churning thoughts in his head, he turned his attention to the mudbloods appearance, her clothes were ripped and filthy, her skin was pale and full of scratches and bruises, her hair was a dirty mess and her face was stone cold,pale and covered in dirt, he mentally laughed, he was the cause of this.

It was of course his fault the mudblood was in such a bad state and he enjoyed the feeling of being responsible.

Realising he had nothing to lose, he decided to let the mudblood go first, '' I'll be a gentleman mudblood,'' he spat, ''Ladies first'' and with that he waited for her first move.

Hermione stared at the Disgusting snake standing on the other side of the room, he stood tall, cloaked in black robes with his wand pointed at her, this monster stared into her soul, this man took away her beautiful future, stole her friends and family, everything she knew, he ripped away and today, right here it was her chance to make him pay, this was her chance to make him pay for everything he had done to her.

She knew she didn't deserve any of this, and she knew that no guilt would come along with the killing of Lord Voldemort, he deserved every piece of shit thrown his way and she'd gladly throw it at him herself.

Hermione began focussing on attack strategies and spells, she could start easy and build up to a more difficult pace, the aim to not let this get out of hand.

''Okay Hermione, Good luck, lets do this''

And having said that, she threw a simple stunning spell towards the awaiting dark lord. Voldemort lazily flicked it away and almost laughed,

''Beginning off simple are we mudblood?'' He laughed,

''Call it what you want Voldemort, and just so you know, your stupid little nickname doesn't effect me, you know it gets old after a while'' She retorted

Voldemort stared at her, this girl had a rather large mouth, he couldn't understand how on earth stupid potter could stand her.

Voldemort sliced his wand through the air and a dark blue light raced towards her at an unblockable speed, it crashed into her chest but she felt nothing, that was until a few second later when she felt a strange squirming in her body, she felt miniture worms wriggling through her body into her arms and legs, she felt them dance around her limbs.

Hermione looked at her arms and legs, beginning to panic as she felt a slicing sensations begin to swim through her limbs, and she watched as around 10 sharp blades ripped themselves from her arms and legs, and with a scream she quickly sealed them up, still feeling the searing pain.

Voldemort grinned an awkward smile as he watched the stupid girl panic at his spell, this was almost too easy.

Hermione pulled herself together and whispering 'Diffindo' she cast the spell and watched it soar towards Voldemort, Voldemort brought up a shield and blocked the spell, casting a spell of his own and watching as she also blocked it.

Before they knew it, spells were racing back and forth in the room, both opponents stood casting spell after spell, slowly wearing themselves out, but they of course showed no signs of backing down.

Hermione stood with sweat dripping down her forehead, she had gashes and cuts oozing with blood all over and she felt like she might pass out any minute, the previously sealed cuts from voldemorts first curse had sprung open, obviously cursed cuts and she had no time to seal herself back up again, she kept firing spells desperately, she knew he was growing tired, she could only just tell and she hoped he became worn out very soon, she had no idea how long she could stand this.

Blood dripped from the many cuts she had, on her head, arms and legs, stomach, shoulders and her hands were red and sore.

But it wasn't a waste, voldemort stood there with blood dripping from his shoulder, a few cuts here and there a bruise or two, of course she looked alot worse them him but she had still got him in some places.

Hermione kept firing spell after spell, watching as every now and then one would hit him. Any muggle would think this was a light show, seeing each jet of light zoom and twirl across the room.

Hermione didn't notice Voldemort had stopped firing spells, she didn't notice that her spells were dissapearing instead of hitting him or changing course, until it was too late.

She stopped firing spells, and looked up at him, he was grinning evilly because s tanding before him was a large ball of light, she had thrown all her best spells at him, and he had caught them all.

Voldemort threw the ball of light at her, and she watched as it spread into a long thin jet of twirling lights, each spell she had thrown was sparkling and swirling round another spell and she tried to throw it off its course, she tried making it change direction, she put up her strongest shield.

But she watched with horror as the jet of light shot through her shield and hit her square in the chest, each spell and hex absorbed into her body and she felt a tearing pain, she felt like her body was going to rip in half.

She felt like a million bees were stabbing into her body over and over until she was filled with their poison, she felt like she had been thrown into a blazing fire, taken out and thrown into the coldest water, like she was on a bed of nails, she saw each cut rip into her skin from all the spells she had thrown at him, she felt the pain from the crucio, as if she had been struck by lightning, the power making her numb but at the same time, so full of pain.

She was covered in her own blood and as she looked up to see the satisfied face of Lord Voldemort she was suprized to see his face full of shock, and as she looked at herself she noticed herself glowing, like a heavenly angel and she couldn't work out if she was seeing things,

''Had her mind tricked her? Or was this reality, was she really glowing? Surely all the blood loss was making her go crazy,''

Until the pain worsened and it became completely unbearable, she had no idea it could get worse but it did and she scrunched her eyes closed and let out a blood curdling scream,

''Please let me die!''

She cried, as she felt herself lift from the air.

Voldemort watched as the girl twisted in pain, he had just thrown all her spells back at her, and he was watching each cut rip through her skin, each spell she had thrown take effect on her body and he loved the feeling, loved the feeling of accomplishment, he had taken yet another soul, and it felt great.

Voldemort continued looking at the mudblood, then he noticed a sort of faint glow, it caught his eye and he couldn't help but stare as the glow increased and became brighter, his face was full of shock and he started to wonder if he had just killed an angel...

The 'angel' opened her eyes and stared up at him, pain was obvious in her eyes, he could see everything in those swirling orbs of emotion, and as she spun round and up into the air it became obvious he had killed an angel, but no guilt was found that day, as voldemort felt more triumph then he had ever felt.

He had killed an angel, he was proud. Voldemort's jaw dropped as he watched her dissapear,

''where had the angel gone? Probably back to where ever she had come from. Mudblood angels, now that's something new,''

he thought as he turned and walked out of the chamber.

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Hermione felt herself falling, and before she knew it she had face palmed a cold floor.

Hermione ripped her eyes open and tried to squeeze all the pain out of her body, she heard a small tap noise and looked across to see her wand, she quickly made a grab for it.

Clutching her wand in her hand she thought of all the healing spells but before casting them she realized it would be no use, she was shaking, she couldn't keep herself still.

This was bad, she had to get somewhere safe, but where?

Hermione had no idea where she was, all she saw was cold floors, she was in a hall, staring up she saw paintings on the walls, she felt something odd in the pit of her stomach, something was strangely familiar...

And just like that it clicked, Hermione Granger was bleeding out in the middle of a lonely hall, in the middle of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

And just as fast as it had clicked in her mind, Hermione used all her strength she could find to pull herself up the walls and limp down the empty corridor, she had no idea where she was going, but it had to be somewhere safe because if Voldemort were here, there was no doubt he'd finish her off right where she stood.

Hermione kept limping down the hall, holding onto the walls for strength, she heard all the paintings mutter their dissaproval of this strange child dragging herself down the corridors but she ignored it, all she could hear was the pounding of her heart, the slow dripping of the blood leaking from each gash and cut on her broken body.

She suspected she had broken a few ribs, maybe a finger or two, she was almost drowning in her own blood and as she struggled her pull herself along these halls, she fought off unconsciousness as it threatned to take her over.

Suddenly she heard footsteps, they grew nearer and nearer and Hermione almost froze in shock, Voldemort. He was back for her she knew it, who else could be roaming the deserted corridors of Hogwarts, it was abandoned and no one came here.

Hermione kept shuffling along, she figured death was probably near anyways, she was bound to pass out and never wake up, she had nothing to lose.

She kept dragging herself up the halls, the footsteps growing louder and louder until she saw someone appear.

Hermione almost fainted when she saw it wasn't Voldemort, this man was rather tall, had silky black hair and porceline white skin, his uniform was perfect and he almost strutted as he walked down the corridor.

Hermione watched his face begin to frown in confusion at the sight of her, but he quickly masked it into a look of worry.

Hermione glared at him, she put every ounce of anger into the glare she sent him until he got the message and left her alone, he stopped staring and carried on walking.

Tom had been in the library studying, or atleast that's what he told all the teachers, the insufferable fools believed his every word and he had each and every one of them wrapped around his finger, except of course for Dumbledore, but the old moonhead didn't matter to him, he didn't care.

Tom sat in his usual spot in the restricted section searching for books on dark magic, he checked his watch.

11;30pm it was about time he left, Tom gathered up his things, levitated the books back to their usual place and set off for the common room.

He was casually walking down the hall when he heard heavy breathing and footsteps, the footsteps sounded more struggled though and as he rounded the corner he found the source of all the noise.

There standing on the other side was a girl, her hair was bloody and frizzy, her clothes were ripped and bloodied, she had cuts and bruises everywhere, this girl looked like she had been tortured and killed by Grindelwald himself and then brought back to life, he had never seen anything like it, not even when he'd tortured other students himself.

Tom quickly pasted a look of concern on his face and stared at the girl as they passed eachother, but this girl stared up at him, and as if using all the power left in her she shot flaming daggers at him with her eyes, she gave him a death glare and it suprized him, any other girl would have giggled and stumbled into his arms had he given them a look of concern.

Tom kept on walking, the stupid girl wasn't worth his time, until he heard a loud thud. Tom turned around to see the girl collapsed on the floor, all the paintings making a fuss, yelling things such as

''What a disgrace''

or

''I wonder where on earth she could have come from''

and Tom was left with no choice but to turn back for her.

Tom kneeled down next to her and carefully lifted her up in his arms, and carefully, he carried her all the way to the Hospital Wing.