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Six.
Hermione helped the others along, leading the Tammerians to the river. Her herd of creatures flew up ahead, scaring the men as they ran for their lives. She circled around, looking for others, knowing that the Narnians had everything covered. She flew on Buckbeak, the wind blowing in her head.
She looked down to see a man still in the battlefield, he was walking towards the river, where his fellow men were. She motioned for Buckbeak to land, she climbed off and held out her hand, the war over. It was high time for kindness.
The man looked up and snarled, he took out his sword and begun to swing at her. "Witch! The king would have won if it weren't for you!" He cut her on the arm and across her stomach, though the one on her arm was much worse.
She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. "You could've lived a good life, King Caspian would never do the things that your king did. But as an act of violence, I must defend myself." She brought out her wand and cast a spell, stunning him. She knew that he was close to death anyway. She whispered another one to comfort him as he took his last breaths.
Sighing, she really hope to keep the death count low, but it was just like another of war, people die. She climbed up onto Buckbeak again and they flew back towards the river and to Caspian.
She saw them, the Narnians helping the soldiers out of the water, taking their weapons. She saw the kings and queens of old and Caspian. And she saw Aslan. Buckbeak landed and Hermione groaned, holding onto her stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. She heard Caspian shouting for her as she fell off of Buckbeak.
He caught her in his arms and saw her bleeding. He ran her over the Lucy and set her before the small queen. "You have to save her." He pleaded.
"But Caspian, she's a witch." Susan stated, but stopped at Aslan's stare.
"Then she's my witch." He turned to Aslan. "Please, help me save her. She helped us win the war. Without her, so many more people and Narnians would be lost."
"I doubt that." Peter whispered.
"Why do you wish to save her so much?" Aslan asked,
"She is my champion, my friend. And Aslan, she has already left her world. Please let her live in mine."
"Very well." Aslan leaned down and breathed life into Hermione, Lucy then bent down and let one drop from her cordial fall into her mouth. Hermione's chest began to move regularly and her eyes opened up. She stared into Lucy's.
"Grandmother?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.
"No, Hermione, it's me. Lucy."
"Yea, Lucy. Okay." Hermione sat up, leaning against Caspian, looking around. "Did we win."
"Yes, with your help." Caspian whispered, squeezing her hand.
Hermione nodded, looking up at the giant lion in front of her. "Aslan?" Hermione sat up right, leaning forward. "My grandmother told me stories of Aslan. Even had a moral painted on my nursery wall of him. She never let forget him. You're Aslan aren't you?"
The lion nodded, "And you are Hermione Granger, witch and the Gryffindor Princess."
Hermione groaned, leaning back into Caspian. "I never liked that name. Princess. as if."
"But you are." Aslan stated, standing on his all fours, from sitting for so long. "You are the decedent of the Kings and Queens of old, or do you not realize?"
Hermione's eyes widen, her hand shot up to her mouth. She stared at Queen Lucy and then the others. "Oh, my god."