A/N.:
Slight ooc-ness on the part of both Hermione and Ron, but I feel like you can give me a bit of leeway, considering the war, and the fact that they just lost their best friend. Let me know what you think! As always, be kind, but constructive criticism is always welcome.
Enjoy!
"You see? Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!"
"No," whispered Hermione, feeling broken, shattered. Though she had suspected, she had always thought that Harry would live; he was the boy-who-lived, and would survive.
She glanced at her other friend, but the red head seemed to be slightly histerical. He let out a mad laugh, startling both herself and the self stylised dark lord.
"You don't even realise what you've done, have you?" He gasped out, sounding furious, hopeful, and devestated at the same time. "You've fulfilled the prophecy!" And froze, seemingly unable to say more.
Hermione stepped forward, seeing what Ron was getting at. "It's now void!" She gasped out. "You can be killed, by anything and anyone!"
Voldemort snarled. "Foolish girl!" He snapped. "I have taken far too many steps towards immortality for you to kill me!"
Ron glanced at her, feigning casualty. "I don't think we've missed anything, have we?"
Hermione grinned, ignoring the probably half crazed look it gave her. "No, Ron, I don't believe so. I mean, there was the diary - but you knew that." Hermione looked into Voldemort's eyes as they walked fearlessly towards the so feared dark Lord.
"Then there was the ring," continued Ron.
"The locket,"
"The cup,"
"The diadem,"
"In fact," said Ron, voice taking a hysterical edge again. "You destroyed the one piece we couldn't have!"
Voldemort's snake like eyes narrowed. "Impossible!" His eyes travelled to Nagini, as though reassuring himself that she was still there. "He couldn't have - Potter-"
"Was the seventh piece," interrupted Hermione. "The one you never meant to create."
"So really," Ron continued, with a feral grin that no one would have ever associated with him, "you have doomed yourself twice over," he finished with relish.
The duo stood side by side, hands seemingly grasping something heavy together. "So no," started Hermione.
"You don't have all that many fragments," continued Ron.
They raised their hands, and in their hands, held the sword of Gryffindor together. "Just. One." The snarled, bringing the sword down, not on the wizard, but rather the snake. And with that so for strike, the dark Lord Voldemort was mortal.
And together, the duo raised the sword and plunged it forward.
Into the chest of the most feared dark Lord of the century.
And thus, he was vanquished.