The Sacrifice
Harry's Death and Hermione's TERRIBLE Retribution !
Author's Note: Here, in this chapter, you'll find that which you've not come across in other Harry Potter stories. I'll let you read it for yourself; Keep in mind the phrase: Hell hath no fury like a woman Scorned! Or, in this case, a Mother, a 'Mum'. As you've probably gathered by now, Hermione is not all she seems to be, there's more to her than meets the eye. I've always wondered why our society has not been matriarchially oriented. If it had been, maybe there'd have been fewer 'conflicts'? Just my opinion. Anyway, any of you who care, my email me. Read my Profile for my email address. ~Tom~
It was at this point that Voldemort saw an opening, and he took it. Pointing his wand and shouting "Avada Kadavra", Harry saw the killing curse fly towards Hermione when Harry's reactions took over before he even thought of what he was doing.
Harry dove between Hermione and the curse, taking it full force in his chest, His wand still pointing to Voldemort having launched his own curse simultaneously at Voldemort. Other students saw what was happening and took up the chance at the opening, sending all the curses they had directly at Voldemort. He finally fell, but when he did, no one seemed to see where he fell to, for all eyes were on Harry.
Harry was lying on the ground, not moving. Hermione was there hovering over him, still shimmering brightly with that white light that just seemed to emanate directly from her very being. She, meanwhile, did not comprehend what she was seeing, experiencing. Her mind going through all the charms she knew that she could use to reverse what she was seeing, at least to slow it down, anything, ANYTHING to save Harry.
Finally, she placed her hand directly upon Harry's chest, above his heart, her white light enfolded about them both: "Father, please," she said, looking up, "please, don't take Harry yet. He's all I've got. I've tried my best to be a good mother to him – please, he's my only son! Please, don't take him. Bring him back to me."
Tears, many tears, cascaded down her cheeks as she held him, calling him her beloved, telling him that she and his Dad were still there, with him.
Still, she tried to resuscitate him, but even with her extraordinary abilities; even she could not help him.
"HARRY! HARRY, Wake up! Wake up! Don't you die on me now. I went through too much to get to you. Please, don't die!" Hermione said, crying out, Tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked. Not realizing that the rest of the students were surrounding her, including Dumbledore. Everyone was watching her and listening – but no one could comprehend what she was saying. Or why.
Except one – and that one person was Dumbledore.
They couldn't seem to believe that Harry was either dead or dying. It wasn't supposed to end this way, Harry was supposed to live and Voldemort was to be dead.
Something was wrong, this wasn't the plan. This wasn't THEIR plan!
Ron looked at Hermione, feeling that certain twinge of knowledge that he seemed to KNOW what Hermione (was that her REAL name?) was talking about.
Gently, he reached down and placed his hand upon her shoulder, giving her that small indication of love, of concern about her problem, just to let her know that she wasn't alone. With that small touch, Hermione reached up and took Ron's hand, grasped it firmly, and held on, seemingly for dear life. She did not release him. Ron held on to Hermione.
Hermione looked down at Harry, lying in her arms, his breathing rattling in his throat till it stopped suddenly. His head rolled over in Hermione's lap. He was still. Hermione looked up an saw what no other mortal could see, and that which Hermione saw was Harry's Spirit – separated now from his mortal frame. All Hermione could do was to hug Harry to her.
Now, both Harry AND Voldemort were dead.
The Utter Dissolution, and Vanquishing, of an Army
The students realizing that the Army was not yet defeated arose as one and together with a purpose in mind, took on the Army of Darkness. Together, all the Houses stood together, as one, united, just as the Founders had originally designed. As Hermione stayed with Harry, to protect him, Ron took his place and like Hermione, finally found himself and his true purpose for being here.
But something inside Hermione snapped, Hard and Fiercely. She gently laid Harry down upon the ground, putting a protective spell around him that only she could penetrate, and looked around her. The expression upon her face was one that some of the Weasley's saw only once previously, and that was on that day in Flourish and Blotts' Bookstore when Hermione took on BOTH Malfoy's! It was something that was greater than anger, something that far surpassed it. She got up off the ground and walked towards Voldemorts' Army of Darkness. Her white Light of Her Fathers' Grace of Protection was Burning! Such a fierce Flame of the whitest Fire, her light so Brilliant it outshone the very Sun itself that you could not even see her very form! With every step that she took her footsteps were burned into the ground and melted the very granite rocks itself. The ground was smoking, searing into an incandescent glow! Every one of her classmates saw the immediate change that came over her and were fearful, it was something that they KNEW they could not comprehend let alone even attempt to do anything but get out of her way as quickly as possible.
"You Killed my son!" Hermione Screamed. "My ONLY CHILD, MY ONLY SON! You will pay for
this! EVERYONE of you. Each of you will feel my pain, my loss to the uttermost extremities of your very existence!"
Hermione raised her arms and Flames of the whitest HOTTEST Burning Flame, even if you could call it that!, came rushing out of her, racing towards Voldemorts' Army, Engulfing them All, every single last one of them, the Giants included. Inward towards the Army she strode, walking with no fear in her heart, Only something else that took its' place, something so different but still it was understandable: A Mothers' Child had been taken from her, her only child had had their life taken
and Hermione was out for PAYBACK!
The Flames she produced, the heat from her Light had engulfed her enemy's so completely it burned them all, not just down to stubble, but to something less that the very dust of the Earth itself! And Still, she continued to burn the dust, for inside it, the rest of the students who were standing outside and away from her unhurt, could be heard the very screams of the Army, ghostly screams that continued for a very long time. They could be heard all up and down the Loch, throughout the Castle and on into Hogsmead Village. Even farther down the Loch the Muggles could hear the Ghostly Screams which chilled them all wondering what it was that caused such a horrible, lonely sound.
Many, never forgot it.
The very Ghosts' of the Army of Darkness, were being tortured even in death, beyond Death itself, even after their separation from their mortal frame, they were feeling Hermione's wrath, her Pain, and the very Loss of her only child, her son, whom she loved so much, with every fiber of her being. That pain that Hermione inflicted upon even the very Ghosts' was more than they could take, even in death itself.
They had Paid.
In Full.
Afterwards, after the flames died down, there stood Hermione, her arms still outstretched, her Light still thick about her, she was still looking around for the ones who had so unmercifully taken her son, taken his life from him and taken away the very Joy of her life!
Hermione just stood there and looked about her – her enemy's were vanquished, utterly and completely! It was then that she deflated, because that was the only word that could be used to described her appearance. She walked over to Harry, to his completely still form and got down upon the ground and picked him up into her arms and held him, rocking him back and forth. The tears that ran out of her eyes, the cries of anguish of the suffering of her Great Loss was more than even she could bear.
No one touched her.
No one even approached her.
After everyone saw what she did to Voldemort's Army, they didn't know even how to react towards her. The hearts of all the students, the faculty, everyone, went out to her because they all saw, FELT, her very pain. They didn't know why, but feel it they did.
"FATHER! FATHER!" Hermione cried out in terrible pain while holding Harry in her arms. "Please, take me back to your home! Harry's my only son, my only child. I can't live without him, PLEASE! TAKE ME BACK HOME, I BEG OF YOU!" She looked upwards, seeing something that others' could not see.
There, upon the front lawn of the school, there opened up a Grand Visage of such breathtaking beauty none had the ability to describe it. Concourses of Beings, innumerable as the stars in the heavens, all of such breathtaking beauty, descended down towards Hermione and held her in their arms. Some even held Harry's still mortal frame in the tenderest embrace.
Hermione looked up and beheld the One Person she so desperately wanted: Her Father. He reached down and held His daughter as a Father should. Beside them stood a Woman of Stunning breathtaking beauty that no mortal tongue could even begin to describe. Hermione recognized Her, after all, why shouldn't a daughter?
"My daughter, you've done My Will as I've asked you to, but you've got many lessons to learn here in mortality and many wonders to experience for your progression. Continue doing My Work and all you've wanted and asked of Me will eventually be given back to you, including that which you've lost today. Have faith, My Daughter. My Grace is still upon you in Great Abundance, for I love you and will always be with you."
Hermione nodded in acquiescence, sniffling. In looking up she beheld a personage! He was in the exact appearance of the rest of the Beings, but his looks were that of immediate recognizable only by a mother to her son.
It was Harry.
He was with his Mothers' family for this short time. There, Hermione had the beauty and love to be able to hold him in her arms, his spirit was still warm and caring to her as it had in mortality.
"Mum." was all he could say to her. There, amidst both mortal eyes and the Army's of Heaven, Mother and Son hugged one another. Words were not needed for the emotional content that words would normally express was carried by the spirit from one to another.
"I'll return to you, Mum. It was promised to me. Soon, we'll all be together, as families should. Don't worry, Mum, I'll be close by till then."
Hermione nodded in reply, tears washing her face in abundance, but now, she was much happier. Still, it was hard for her to 'let go' albeit, even briefly.
The Heavens closed up, and left all, as it was, before.
