A/N: Yes! Another chapter! It's almost done and i'm doing it as fast as I can. A three year old story? Now that's just old!

"Harry!" Hermione gasped as she threw her arms around her best friend, body shaking. "I thought you were dead! I thought he'd really killed you! How did you..."

"I think you and I know it'll take a lot more than that," Harry managed to chuckle as he gave her a brief hug. "But we have no time. We have to go before anything else happens. Malfoy told me what I needed to know."

"We can't go. Not yet. he still thinks I'm on his side."

It was chaos In one swift, fluid motion, Neville broke free of the Body-Bind Curse upon; the flaming hat fell off him and he drew from its depths something silver, with a glittering, rubied handle—

Hermione threw the cloak off her head, half of her arm still covered. "Father!" she shrieked, making it seem like she was being pulled off by an invisible force. "Father, help me!"

The slash of the silver blade could not be heard over the roar ofthe oncoming crowd or the sounds of the clashing giants or of the stampeding centaurs, and yet it seemed to draw every eye. With a single stroke Neville sliced off the great snake's head, which spun high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the entrance hall, and Voldemort's mouth was open in a scream of fury that nobody could hear as the cloak once enveloped Hermione's body again and the snake's body thudded to the ground at his feet—

Voldemort's eyes went wide, his eyes growing darker in anger . "No! Find her! Find Potter! He shall die for taking what's mine!" the mad man roared, his own wand directing an angry Avada kedavra towards their direction, missing them by inches.

"Can we go now?" Harry panted slightly, looking at his friend with admiration.

"We can go," she grinned.

Chaos reigned. The charging centaurs were scattering the Death Eaters, everyone was fleeing the giants' stamping feet, and nearer and nearer thundered the reinforcements that had come from who knew where; They saw great winged creatures soaring around the heads of Voldemort's giants, thestrals and Buckbeak the hippogriff scratching at their eyes while Grawp punched and pummeled them, and now the wizards, defenders of Hogwarts and Death Eaters alike, were being forced back into the castle. Harry and Hermione were shouting jinxes and curses at any Death Eater he could see, and they crumpled, not knowing what or who had hit them, and their bodies were trampled by the retreating crowd.

"He's mad, which is quite the understatement of the century. Nagini isn't the last Horcrux," she said. "Were you able to take care of the rest?"

"We did. Slytherin's locket's gone. Ravenclaw's Diadem's gone, so is Hufflepuff's cup. We went after it after that stunt at the Manor. And don't go apologizing about that," Harry said firmly just as she opened her mouth. "I know what happened. I know what needed to be done. Snape and Malfoy were helping. If nagini isn't the last horcrux, what is?"

Still hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, Harry and Hermione was buffeted into the entrance hall: She knew he was searching for Voldemort and saw him across the room, firing spells from his wand as he backed into the Great hall, still screaming instructions to his followers to find her as he sent curses flying left and right; They cast more Shield Charms, and Voldemort's would-be victims, Seamus Finnigan and Hannah Abbott, darted past them into the Great Hall, where they joined the fight already flourishing inside it.

"This," Hermione raised her gloved hand, ignoring the pulsating heat that started to spread from the snake emblem.

"A dueler's glove is used by those who are honored as powerful duelers and revered in the Wizarding world. He once mentioned that he had this made himself, which can only lead me to believe that he added another horcrux to his collection to make sure he wouldn't die. A Horcrux can always overtake ones physical body, just like what he did to Ginny years ago. He tried to convert me into the Dark, making sure I had this all the time so it would possess me easier, only I was taught Occlumency by -"

"Malfoy," Harry finished for her. "And Snape. He's... Gone. Snape's dead. Killed by Voldemort and that pet snake of his. He was alive long enough for him to give his memories. Malfoy helped me get the Diadem, though he didn't know exactly what was going on. Fought off his own cronies until Crabbe got killed by the fire. They were spies, more of Draco helping Snape when he figured out Snape wasn't really of Voldemort's side"

The house-elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the entrance hall, screaming and waving carving knives and cleavers, and at their head, the locket of Regulus Black bouncing on his chest, was Kreacher, his bullfrog's voice audible even above this din: "Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of the house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!"

He drags her off first towards the dungeons, pulling the cloak off once they were safe inside the potions classroom. Hermione gasped and ran towards Draco, wrapping ehr arms around him. He was trousled, bruised and some cuts, but he looked fine otherwise.

"You're okay!" Draco breathed out in relief, his arms winding tightly around her waist and pulling her close to him.

"I'd hate to break the wonderful reunion, but we have a big war going on!" Harry said urgently, breaking their embrace. "Ron was able to acquire some Basilisk fangs when he went to destroy the cup," Harry said as he brings out the aged fang that was carefully tucked from under his jacket, wrapped in thick cloth torn from the drapes. "if that is the last Horcrux, I need it gone by the time I kill Voldemort so he can't get back again."

Hermione nodded and accepted the fang, clutching it tightly. "You'll be fine, won't you Harry? Harry - you're a great wizard, you know." she said in a small voice, sounding like her younger self.

Harry gave a brief smile and moved closer, hugging his best friend. "I'm not as good as you, and don't you even dare deny it. I may have been the Chosen one, but you were able to fool him. You be safe and you," he looks up at Draco, giving him the same smile," take care of her.

Hermione pulled back as Draco nodded, placing an arm around her waist. She watched Harry pull the cloak over his head again, heading out of the room.

"The glove -"

"Has to be destroyed," Hermione said as she pulled away again.

She never tried to remove the glove before, just in case Voldemort would figure it out. She took the tip of the glove from her middle finger and slowly began to tug, but it won't budge. Frowning, she grabbed the hem of the glove from her forearm and tugged again, but the glove seem to tighten even more on her hand, the snake emblem began to heat even more.

"Draco," Hermione said frantically, "it won't get off! The fang! Hand me the fang!"

Draco grabbed the fang, eyes going wide as he stared at Hermione. "You can't stab it with you wearing that thing! You'll stab and poison yourself!"

"I don't have any other choice, Draco," she hissed, biting back a scream as white hot pain flashed from the snake's emblem down to her skin. "Stab it now, Draco! You have to do it. I can't hold my hand steady."

Draco raised the fang above his head, ready to strike down the glove, but the snake's emerald eyes seem to gleam until magic pulsed through the glove, throwing Draco back against the wall.

"No! Draco!" hermione cried as her own hand raised like a puppet, directing over Draco as he was thrown to the side again. She could feel her own skin burning beneath the glove as she gave a shrill cry. her own hand going against her and Draco as she tried to tug it off again. Pain flowed through her body as if a Cruciatus was set on her, leaving her panting and kneeling on the floor.

"Hermione!" Draco gasped as he tried to catch his breath, ignoring his own blurry vision as he tried to get up, blindly snatching the Basilisk fang again.

She choked as she tried to get up, her throat starting to contrict as Draco staggered closer with the fang, her ungloved hand grasping the invisibile ropes that seem to be stranggling her. Her gloved hand swept up again, blowing up all the jars of ingredients and potions around the room to try and stop Draco from getting any closer.

He put a shield up to prevent the shard of glass and poisonous, darting to grab her around the waist to drag her out of the fumed classroom, immediately locking the door with a spell, knowing that mixed potions and ingredients can be quite dangerous.

Hermione flailed in his arms as she let out another strangled scream, arms tightening around ehr waist. "Fight it," he grunted as he tightened his hold around her waist, the glove giving another hard blow of force, pinning both of them against the wall. "Hermione, you have to fight it. It isn't you. It's your hand. It's your body. Control it!"

Hermione choked again as she tried to catch her breath, willing her mind to go blank instead of the frantic mess it's in right now. She reached behind and grabbed the fang from Draco's hand despite the fact that her lips were slowly turning blue from being strangled by the glove's magic. Tears were falling down her cheeks as she pried herself away from Draco, dropping her body down onto the ground and stabs the snake emblem directly on the head with a shrill scream.

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