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Chapter 7
Hermione was lying down next to the window, letting the sunlight wash over her skin, she would have gone outside but Lucius had told her firmly that while she wasn't to be hurt she was still a slave and that she had chores to do. Hermione lifted her head to look at the clock, it was 9:22am, and she slowly got up off of the pillow box she was lying on to leave to go to Draco's room.
She walked down halls thinking about her nightmare, about how she miss's her friends and the Weasley's, but mostly about Harry and Ron.
She knew the Weasley's, all expect for Ron, had left on the headmasters orders, telling them to leave and go overseas to start gathering a second fold. Ron had been told to go but Albus stated that Harry would need him. I almost wish Ron had gone.
It had taken Hermione only four minutes to reach Malfoy Jr's. room and when she got there he was lazing next to Blaise who was on the bed, she walked in and both boys heads rose up to acknowledge her presents, while Draco only nodded Blaise winked and both boys got up to get out of her way.
"Start with the fireplace it hasn't been cleaned in 3 years." He laughed at the shocked look that took place on her face.
He left the room, giving Blaise time to say his goodbye.
"Granger, you look tried, been having dreams of me, huh?" he whispered into her ear making her shiver slightly.
"Dreaming of you?" she looked him up and down then with a face of pity, she told him. "In my dream you had the body of a god, and you looked like Adam Brody, or at least the face part did, and if that a dream about you well then yes." She shot a smug smile at him before closing the door.
She however didn't dream about Adam Brody at all but she had a rather bad dream, the same dream over and over and over.
Harry was facing Voldermort with Ron by his side, Harry was seething with hatred and Ron wore a look of disgust and Voldermort, he wore a smile, a sickening smug smile that she just wanted slap off his face.
She was standing nearby, fighting a Death Eater, fighting Theodore Nott, a boy that was in her year, a kid, just a kid, they were all just kids. That's what had given the war numbers, on both sides, the kids that were from 4year and above, some of the kids were only just entering their 4year, and it was kids that made the numbers grow.
Hermione knocked-out Theo and proceeded to watch Harry and Ron spar with the snake, she remembered Voldermort raised his wand at Ron and shoot a spell at him, Ron was fast to deflect it, but wasn't fast enough to deflect the second spell, the spell knocked him through the air and everyone could hear the gut wrenching crack of his rib bones, the sound echoed through the whole battle field and Hermione felt the bile rise up at the back of her throat as she went to run to see if he was alright, she was however stopped before she could to get near him, she struggled to get away from the one that was holding her, she finally gave up and watched helplessly from Harry to Ron, it was only at her second glace at Ron did she notice a girl kiss Ron's forehead. Hermione couldn't believe the girl had the nerve to give Ron a 'death kiss', what Hermione saw next will always make her wonder if she was imaging it the girl seemed to glow a strange silver colour, Hermione looked around but no one else seemed to notice the strange girl, the girl got up and walked over to Harry, still on one noticed the girl as she stood in front of her best friend.
Hermione watched as Harry and Voldermort both cast a spell at the same time, and the spells battled against each other to take out their casters opponent, before long a small ball of energy from the spells began to grow and grow and grow, till everyone started stepping back more and more, and still the girl stood in front of Harry, she stood back, she stood back into Harry, into his body, his soul, his very extents, as the energy consumed both Harry and Voldermort.
Hermione again struggled against the man holding her, but he tightened his grip so that she could barley breath and before she passed out she saw the girl, with her purplish, grayish hair and hazel eyes and her lip glossed lips whisper to her "Never lose your pride." Hermione passed out.
Hermione still doesn't know if her mind was just playing tricks on her, but she knows that the girl's message meant something and she has held it to her heart.
The first time Hermione woke-up they told her that Voldermort wasn't dead and Harry Potters and Ronald Weasley's bodies were not found, and the energy that consumed the two enemies at the end of the battle only turned Voldermort into his young and boyish self giving him back his youth instead of killing him. People think that Harry was burned by the energy and Ron was dead by the heat of the energy, even being near it would be enough to burn anyone, but Hermione firmly believes her friends are alive and there was a girl there even if she was the only one that saw her.
Hermione finished Draco's room and went to clean up, with a thought in her head; when Voldermort achieved his goal and became immortal and that energy did kill Harry did this mean that Voldermort was mortal?
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I'm sorry I haven't updated lately, please forgive me. Please.
I've had a lot of homework. And I hope this chapter was good enough to satisfy you for awhile.
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