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Chapter 12
Harry glared at the Death-Eaters. They were pathetic. Really pathetic, just waltzing up to him, gloating and shouting "CRUCIO" and "AVADA KEDAVRA" did get annoying eventually. But that was one of the things that made him uneasy, that they just went up to him. No inner-circle tactics, no smirks, just shouting and gloating. And they didn't even gloat right, which made him even more on the edge. All death-eaters knew how to gloat; it was like a test question. He looked ahead and saw Adam and Dumbledore whispering to each other.
"What the hell"
He thought, if this was supposedly a big battle then why weren't
Dumbledore or Adam fighting? They were the ones who wanted his help in the first place. Added to that, they seemed completely relaxed about the whole thing, their posture told it all. How their shoulders were lax, how their wands just hung at their sides. It just screamed "THERE'S A BATTLE… I don't see it…" But he didn't have enough time to pay attention to this train of thought as more annoying death-eaters who couldn't gloat came up to him.
Hermione smiled as one of the first years asked if she could touch herwings, she nodded and bent down to let her feel the "silky soft"
wings, as she heard people say.
"They're so soft"
The young girl said in amazement, but as soon as she was about to say something else the Great Hall doors burst open. Bright blue light filled the hall and when it faded Hermione Granger/Potter, High Advisor to the Queen was gone, nothing but a sole feather left in the girls grasp told that she was ever there.
Harry fell to the floor in agony; it felt as if his heart was being ripped out. He fought the urge to scream, but sadly lost. He writhed on the grass, screaming as the white-hot pain consumed him. He didn't know what was happening, didn't know why it was happening. But he knew who caused it, and they were going to pay.
Dumbledore waved his wand the illusion dropped, the death-eaters fell on the floor and turned back into wooden puppets, the Order of the Phoenix stopped fighting and also fell to the floor, puppets as well. He glanced at Adam who was looking at the unconscious Fallen Angel. He knew Adam had doubts about this, but this was right. He knew it; there was no other way to get the Fallen Angels on their side. No other way.
Hermione groaned as she felt herself regain consciousness and then began to wish she hadn't. She felt as if her whole body was on fire, as if very being was torn out from under her. She didn't know how this had happened, what was happening or even why it was happening. But she knew who caused it, and they were going to pay. They were going to pay dearly.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, and then closed them again. The brightness of the room was too much for his eyes. Suddenly being aware that he was exposed, he called upon his magic to cover him up. Luckily it worked and he was soon consumed in shadows. Only then did he open his eyes.
He looked around and in the dim view of shadows he saw he was a bed, probably the Hospital Wing. But why was he here? Suddenly his thoughts turned to Hermione. And as soon as they did he felt a great depression settle upon him. He couldn't feel his mate, couldn't sense her in his mind. It was if she were suddenly swept of the face of the Earth.
"No! NO! It can't be… she can't be!"
He screamed into his mind and began scanning though his head and heart but didn't find a trace of his Hermione. Nothing. Nothing.
"NO! HERMIONE!
He yelled into the shadows, but received no answer.
"I failed you, I'm sorry"
He whispered, letting the tears fall.
"Forgive me Hermione, I didn't mean it"
As he spoke he let his own magic consume him, comforting him in the only way it knew how, but even the magic knew his only solace would be his mate… or death.
Hermione felt something settle deep within her after she woke up fromher pain. A great… sadness, you could call it that. But it was much more, much more. She wanted to figure out what it was but as soon as she thought that, her mind asked where Harry was.
"What?! NO!"
She screamed and franticly searched her mind, soul and heart for her love, but found nothing. Nothing. It was if he had eliminated the bond between them, or something else had. What? What had happened? Instead of using logic, she let her instincts take over. The only thing they screamed at her was, dead. He was dead, gone to the world.
"NO!"
She screamed to the heavens as her magic whirled around her, comforting its child in the only way it knew how. Coaxing her to return to her logic but instead the Fallen Angel sobbed.
"I'm sorry Harry; I should've gone with you!"
She whispered brokenly
"I should've listened"
Another sob escaped her and the Fallen Angel had truly fallen, and as her magic created a light barrier around her, protecting her as it only could, the magic knew. It knew that the only thing that would save its wielder was her mate… or death.
Can you beleive it, I updated, once again thank you to all my wonderful readers and revierws I really could never have finsihed this without you, well the not the chapter but story so dont be all scared, and I have the second chapter in process so dont expect another year long wait, I am actually very ashamed of myself for that. Sowwy. Anywayz, please R&R, like usual and hope you enjoyed this chapy, sorry it wasnt as long as it shouldve been.
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