Own Nothing. Short chapter, extremely short chapter. Next one will be much much longer. Promise. ...I'm deciding rather or not to add the Trickster into this...maybe..
Chapter Ten.
She was in pain, in so much pain. She thought that when she was hit, that it would be instant death. Though she never killed anyone herself in her years of being a Auror, after the war. Harry and Neville have killed plenty to make up for her loss, but she always found a way around death and brought the criminals to justice alive. But that didn't change the fact that she was in pain.
She was chasing a criminal earlier, a Death Eater, but not a prominent one, those they caught in the first couples months. But after years of being an Auror, they only had a few more of the Death Eaters to worry about.
She had chased him into abandon warehouse, Harry and Neville on other sides of it, waiting to see if the criminal would come their way. "You're surrounded." Hermione stated, as the man looked around.
He turned on her, sneering a crooked teeth smile. "Really Love? I think not." He pulled out his wand, pointing at her. "If I'm not getting out of this alive, neither are you Sweetheart!" He slurred in a shout, as he flung a curse at her, hitting her dead on.
"Hermione!" She heard Neville shot, as Harry cast the killing curse before running over to her. She felt Neville catch her and holding her, but her eyelids felt heavy, her chest and stomach hurt from the curse. It was hard to breath and she couldn't find the strength to talk. She felt like she was shutting down, the pain to much to bear consciously.