Arriving she wrenched herself away from the man that had come with her.

She stumbled to her feet, as the man did the same.

"Dolohov"

He raised an eyebrow at her "you know me"

"I remember you" she corrected, as she glanced at her wand, double checking it was still her wand she was holding. Bellatrix's wand had so far been more trouble than help.

He held his wand down at the side, both prepared to take the other one down, but neither making the first move, sizing each other up to try and determine a weakness or strength to see who would win.

He cocked his head to the right, like a puppy would but this man looked more like a pit bull ready to kill. "I can't seem to recall you."

"I guess those masks make it hard to see." she responded.

Sick of waiting she fired a spell.

A simple protego with a flick of his wand protected Dolohov from the low-level hex she sent.

He laughed at her "or maybe you're not worth remembering."

Enraged Hermione started throwing more curses at him, the speed making it harder for him to keep up, and the look of surprise saying he had not expected it.

But he was far more advanced than her, and like at the department of mysteries she started losing.

A cut slipped through, hitting her in the left leg and making her wobble. As she cried out in surprised pain, he stepped closer. Unable to move backwards with a hurt leg on the uneven ground of the forest he was soon too close to her.

The close proximity had more spells slipping through both defenses, Hermione hitting him right over his left eye, Dolohov hitting her on her right shoulder. She then hit him on his hip, making him wobbly as well, and he grew angry.

And he sent a purple curse her way, this time, he wasn't silenced, and remembering how it ended last time made Hermione panic.

Time slowed down again, Hermione was frozen to the spot. In the last second, before she was hit, she threw herself to the side on the ground, landing on her stomach, knocking her wand out of her own hands.

"shit" she swore, seeing the wand land out of her reach. Hearing him moving closer she turned around so she was on her back looking up at the imposing figure of Antonin Dolohov.

"now you'll become just another body left to rot in the woods."

Still having Bellatrix wand, she prayed that this once it would work. "not if I can help it."

The surprised look on his face was priceless. The curse was anything but light, the gaping hole in his stomach that he looked down on evidence of that.

Hermione wanted to throw up. Dolohov fell together in a heap on the snow covered ground of the forest of Dean. Blood trickled out of his side, his expression frozen in that surprise. Soon a circle of blood surrounded him, and the wound started to freeze over in the winter cold.

She threw away the wand, disgusted with herself and the way it felt. At first, she had felt relief, then she just felt this emptiness, a hole in her gaping open like the one she had made in Dolohov.

She started crying, her body shivering with the effort. After a while, she stopped crying, now shivering because of the cold seeping through what little clothes she had on.

The tears had frozen on her cheeks before she pulled herself together and stood up. Her body had difficulty because of the injuries she had sustained. Her breathing was heavy, every intake of air burning in her lungs making her even colder.

She picked up her wand and made to leave. For some reason, she stopped something in her telling her she couldn't leave the other wand.

She looked over her shoulder at where it lay, the dark wood stark against the frozen ground it lay on. Except the area around it wasn't frozen anymore. It was melted, the ground actually scorched. Evil radiated from it and it gave Hermione chills.

She tried to turn her back on it and leave but this nagging feeling continued. If it was so evil, why couldn't she just leave it?

Almost turning blue she knew she had to leave before she got hypothermia, but her entire concentration was on that evil dark stick.

Feeling starting to leave her fingertips, she sighed and picked it up, warmth spreading from it to the rest of her body. She looked at it like it had betrayed her somehow, and slipped it into her pocket before turning on the spot and apparating away from the scene of the murder she had just committed.

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