Granger Verse | Jeanne Collection | Valley of the Shadow Verse

Reality: Alternate PoA Rescue events

Main Characters: (HP) Hermione, Dementors, Death, Harry, Luna, Hogwarts cast (as Background)

Bashing: N/A

Warnings: My typos and spleling/ lack of beta. RELIGOUS THEMES AND BLASPHEMY... ALSO CHARACTER DEATH AND DEPICTIONS OF GRUSOME VIOLENCE

Pairings: N/A

Adoptability: Full, just drop me a line first so there's no 'oh my god someone stole this/you stole this' where I then have to go wait what,' and instead can go 'it's not stole, it's adopted, read the authors notes more.'


Hermione ran, chest heavying as she raced to where Harry should have been hiding. She'd finished securing Buckbeak and now she had to stop Harry from affecting the time stream. She tripped, falling to the ground with a whumph, the air knocked from her lungs.

She looked up, gasping as an explosion of light pushed back the Dementors from the lake, sending them fleeing. Hermione looked at the perimeter of the sphere, a few dozen meters ahead, and stumbled to her feet, falling as her ankle gave out under her.

Her breath fogged in the air before her and she looked up, reaching for her wand only to find it missing. The young witch scrambled backwards, hands blindly seeking a wand that wasn't there as the banished Dementors swarmed in her direction.

Alone and outside the shield she made a perfect target. Muscles trembling with fear and cold she sunk back onto the freezing ground as a Dementor leaned forward, a sick parody of a lovers kiss.

Hermione had researched everything she could find about Dementors when she'd first learned they would be 'guarding' the school. Intellectually she knew what was about to happen, but sometimes intellectual awareness and accepting are two separate things.

Her jaws ached as she clenched her teeth together as hard as she could, her fingers finding purchase in the frigid ground, she turned her head stubbornly and did something that few had done in the eons the Dementors had existed: She kicked the Dementor in the face.

Then the Dementors did something they had done but a few times before: they SCREAMED. The scream of Dementor is roughly on par with that of a baen siede for pitch and Hermione's eardrums burst. Behind her eyes several things ruptured and blood began to leak from her ears and nose and eyes.

The Dementor now closest to her grabbed her hair, twisting her head back; as she clawed at it with dirty, numb fingers a pair of Dementors swooped it, grasping her arms and pulling them away til she felt a painful tug in her shoulders. Two more Dementors joined, claiming her legs, the five of them pulled, Hermione rising from the ground as her limbs were pulled, bones popping from their sockets, she could feel the widening spaces between her vertebrae.

Hermione Screamed behind closed lips, her tightly shut mouth muffling the scream to a whimpering moan. The Dementor she had kicked in the face swam closer through the air and laid its hand gently on her cheeks, chill seeping into her skin as is hands trailed down her throat to meet at the hollow; then further, through the valley of her still developing breasts, along the line of her sternum to the bottom of her breastbone.

The creature's hands pushed in, sharp nails slicing easily through too thin cloth and frost bitten skin, angling up its hands slid in around her heart and pulled. There are suppositions, theories Hermione has read, that say a person can live several moments after the heart has sustained fatal injury.

She honestly couldn't say if it was true for everyone, or just magical beings or merely those whose hearts had been ripped out by Dementors.

Hermione considered, as the world faded around her to the sight of a Dementor with her heart in its hands, that it was odd her chest should feel so heavy when her heart had been taken out. As though something heavy had been left in exchange, making it hard to breathe; Hermione took three short breaths through her nose and stopped.


A field of green, freshly mown grass stretched out around her in every direction, the sun warm overhead. A soft breeze carried the sound of rustling cloth from behind her, Hermione turned to look.

"Death," the being seemed to smile as she greeted it. She would not be able to describe it later, could not say if it had gender or ethnicity or age, it simply was.

"Yes."

"Is this the afterlife?"

"If this is what you'd like it to be."

"Did Harry make it alright? And Sirius and Buckbeak, are they okay, Them and Professor Lupin?"

"Yes."

"That's good."

"Did you know you have a thirteenth rib?"

"Yes, it was mentioned once when I broke my collar bone and I had a full chest X-ray just to make sure there was no other damage."

"You're embroiled with time, caught in its weft and weave, tangled in its thread. Time and Death have ever been close."

Hermione waited, there was no point rushing things which were, they moved as suited them and it was futile to fight Death's desires in any world, never mind its own domain.

"Do you know how Dementors were created?"

"No, though I've considered they are the spiritual equivalent of vampires."

"True enough, or rather more correct then not. Its origin can be traced back to the beginning of day. Your people call their mother Lilith, whose killer you name Eve. There was sanctuary once, beyond time and corruption and death."

Death waited, Hermione spoke.

"You're speaking of the Bible story, the old version which was edited out centuries ago and largely forgotten. Lilith was the first woman, the first human, and the first wife of Adam, she refused to be subservient to him and lay beneath him as unequal and was cast out of Eden where she then, after being raped became the mother of all demons. Meanwhile the second woman, largely lauded as the first by the Christian church, Eve was created from Adam's thirteenth rib. Eve was tempted by the snake in the apple tree and caused the destruction of Paradise.
"Though to be fair she was created to obey and be subservient so it really shouldn't have surprised anyone when she did as bid and ate it."

"Close. Though in truth those are not the true names, the first names of those involved. When Lilith refused to be a mindless creature for Adam's whims, he experienced a great surge of Wrath, and threw her from the sanctuary, where she was found by the being Mephistopheles; a demonic entity from the end of days. Mephistopheles possessed Lilith and corrupted her body, forcing equally corrupt beings from her womb.

"Millions upon millions of creatures spewed forth, some killing others, some splitting in two or three instantly to spread like the disease they were, most were of a physical nature, some were of a spiritual one. Some seemed to do no harm for centuries; other ravaged the face of the world instantly.

"It was while this heinous act took place that Adam begged for a subservient partner, consumed by lust and greed and pride he felt it his due, and so Eve was made from baked earth and strong boughs and softest breezes; and of course the thirteenth rib. But she was not made to be a slave to the whims of man; she was created for duty of the higher purpose.

"Eve was the first to accept time, and thus welcomed the existence of death. I have always existed, but sometimes effect proceeds cause. It is in the thirteenth rib that lay her first spark of life, her only trace of humanity, and it is there that she was marked as the first disciple of death. Though it angered Adam greatly Eve left the Sanctuary and sought out Lilith, and with the rib given her, slew the first woman and ended the life of Mephistopheles.

"The rest of her life was spent cleansing the world of the corruption begot by Adam's sins, for it was his wrath that allowed Lilith's imprisonment. For all that, Eve was still mortal and with time she came into my realm.

"You are dead you know."

"I know."

"The dead do not rise as they were. But at this moment of your death you are also alive, embroiled in time you are both at once. Death is a cleansing, a renewal of what was to what will be. Do you understand?"

"I understand, but I do not comprehend."

"There are monsters in the world that should not be, are not meant for the natural order, none will ever defeat them all, humanity is beyond saving, but it can still be helped, the corruption still held back. All will come to me eventually, but I'd prefer it be in their rightful time. You are an oddity, with the right qualities. It has been too long since the world was clean enough."

"What would you have me do?"

"I cannot appear in the world of the living, I do not anthropomorphise, but I can arm an agent, I can send forth a reaper, if she is willing."

"You wish me to kill the children of Lilith."

"Yes."


The creatur'es hands pushed in, sharp nails slicing easily through too thin cloth and frost bitten skin, angling up its hands slid in around her heart and pulled. There are suppositions, theories Hermione has read, that say a person can live several moments after the heart has sustained fatal injury.

She honestly couldn't say if it was true for everyone, or just magical beings or merely those whose hearts had been ripped out by Dementors.

Hermione considered, as the world faded around her to the sight of a Dementor with her heart in its hands, that it was odd her chest should feel so heavy when her heart had been taken out. As though something heavy had been left in exchange, making it hard to breathe; Hermione took three short breaths through her nose and stopped.

The five Dementors which held her dropped her to the ground. Beneath her body the ground seemed to melt and Hermione sunk into the earth, disappearing from sight. In the Dementor's hands Hermione's heart began to burn with a cold blue flame. The soul eating creatures shrieked in unison for a second time that night. The fire spread to cover them and the ground surrounding. From the place Hermione's body had sunk a hand the colour of the soil burst forth, then another, a clay coated body dragging its way from the terrain. Two cracks appeared, one where the mouth should have been, the other along the line of the breast bone.

Flakes of baked earth began to fall away from the cracked areas as the earthen figure stumbled close to the Dementor with the heart. A voice came forth from the broken area on the 'face.'

"You have something of mine; I'll be taking it back now, Abomination." Faster than a thing made of stone should have been able to move, faster than most things of flesh could move, one hand shot out and clenched the heart, the flames slipping up the earth creatures arm, more of its coating began to flake off.

There was no resistance when the heart was taken from the Dementor's grip, the swarm watched as it burned while the stone thing pressed the flaming organ into the gaping hole of its chest, rummaging around in the cavity for several moments.

When its hand withdrew the heart was gone, in its place was a curved length of bone, the wound sealing behind it. The last of the clay flaked away, leaving a naked Hermione covered in blue flames standing in place; her hair danced wildly with the fire, as though it were one and the same.

The one who had stolen her heart was the first to die.

"Don't you know it's rude to put your hands up a girl's shirt on the first date? You didn't even buy me dinner."

When Hermione finally made it to Harry's hiding place she was barefoot, wearing only a dead Dementor's robe and no longer on fire. Her rib had returned to its place in her chest, a curious tattoo like mark scrawled itself across her skin over the bone.

Harry blathered on excitedly to her as soon as he saw her, completely oblivious to her appearance.

"It was me, this whole time I thought it was my dad but it was me. I cast the patronus, I could because I knew I already had, does that make sense?"

"No, we need to go, the Dementors are gone but we need to be in place to save Sirius, come on." Harry might not have noticed her appearance but he heard something in her tone, and completely misinterpreted it.

"Oh come on Hermione, don't be jealous just because I single handedly defeated an army of Dementors." She smiled tightly.

"Don't worry, I'm not."


The following morning Hermione sat at the breakfast table, fiddling with a thin length of wood she had picked up the night before to cover her lack of wand. Around the hall whispered were ripe with theories on what had happened the night before, Ron sat nearby with Harry, gorging himself on food as the dark haired wizard explained his version of what had happened the night before.

Luna skipped over to the table and sat next to the pensive older witch with no warning, beneath the table top Luna tapped Hermione with a wand and held it out for the brunette, when she took it Hermione was surprised, and pleased, to find it was the wand she had lost the night before.

"Thank you," she whispered to the blond, who nodded and stole the jam coated toast from her plate. Hermione examined the other girl closely, feeling the cold burn of the death's flame behind her eyes go from a dull smoulder to a light burn. Before her eyes Luna's form wavered and changed, she seemed to be every age at once, from every age at once.

The elder of the two leaned over slowly, giving the younger time to move away, and laid her forehead against Luna's crown, whispering quietly in her ear: "Hello Time."

Luna whispered back "Hello Death," and pressed the last bite of toast to Hermione's lips. Hermione took it in her fingers, moving back from Luna before popping the bite in her mouth and spreading jam on several more pieces of toast.

Several dozen people gave them odd looks, her boys included.


Yes Luna is an agent for time as Hermione is for Death.

Sorry if I offended any one.

But tough, my story I'll write what I want.

THANKS TO GOLOJOLO WHO IS MY FIRST REAL REVIEWER... even if it was technically a comment and not a review... just sayin'.

Seriously I was reading this fic and it was the most Gary-stu'd Harry fic I'd ever read. It had several hundred reviews, half of them saying: woo!1! i lov ur work its awsum and i thing its teh best story eva and you shud rite moar and i luv you...

and I'm going stop because typing that physically hurt me.

But really, could I get some love too please, I even spell most of y words right. Why does nobody like me?

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I'm going to go hide in the Destiel section for a while...

kay... bye... i'll be goi- #gets tackled by flying Granger!Verse!PlotBunny#

DAMNIT.