"Ha ha ha ha ha!" a voice yelled around the students gathered outside Hogwarts. "So, you thought you could get away from me? From Lord Voldemort? Well. You would be wrong..."
A black-clad figure of a man jumped in front of the petrified students who stepped back almost as if on cue. He was one of the most handsome seventeen year olds the crowd had ever seen. Could this really, really be Voldemort?
"So. Where is the Chosen One? Where is your saviour when you need her most?" Voldemort mocked the crowd with a smirk on his face.
"I think she's deserted you - mabye she thought you weren't good enough for her - or mabye she's too scared to come out. Don't you think, Harry?"
"Shut up" Harry growled
"Is that the best you can do?" replied Voldemort
"Mabye not" said Harry, raising his wand
"Expelliarmus!" yelled a voice from the top of Gryffindor tower, and Harry's wand flew out of his hands, and into Hermione's. "Now, Voldemort - we will duel."
Hermione landed the firebolt, and tossed it to Harry along with his wand.
"Before that, however, I wish to honor the wand which I will use to defeat you." said Hermione, boldly
"And why should we do that?" asked Voldemort
"For the wand gets revenge on all those you killed. Especially James Potter, the chosen one before me, who passed this wand onto me as his dying wish"
Now Harry understood a lot more - who the chosen one was before Hermione, and now, he knew his father's dying wish. He was falling deeper and deeper in love with Hermione as he watched her take revenge on Voldemort for all those who were victims of his torture. He admired her more than he ever thought he would
"Ah, Potter. A name you use often? Or do you prefur to call him something more - soppy, or romantic? I think a simple 'Harry' would do the trick, personally"
This annoyed Hermione more than the death of her foster parents, so she yelled
"Accio!" pointing her wand at Harry, who then came shooting across and into her arms
"Oh, so romantic - the two of you standing under the moonlight together. Pity you're going to die - at least you'll die together. Just like Lily and James."
The two just stood gazing into each others eyes, oblivious to what was going on around them. Harry lent over and began to kiss Hermione sweetly.
"Well. This is all very boring. Oh well, guess I'll just have to kill you - goodbye"
With her lightning quick reflexes Hermione let go of Harry and aimed her wand straight at Voldemort's head, pushed Harry back into the crowd and yelled in unison with Voldemort,
"Avada Kedavra!"
A black-clad figure of a man jumped in front of the petrified students who stepped back almost as if on cue. He was one of the most handsome seventeen year olds the crowd had ever seen. Could this really, really be Voldemort?
"So. Where is the Chosen One? Where is your saviour when you need her most?" Voldemort mocked the crowd with a smirk on his face.
"I think she's deserted you - mabye she thought you weren't good enough for her - or mabye she's too scared to come out. Don't you think, Harry?"
"Shut up" Harry growled
"Is that the best you can do?" replied Voldemort
"Mabye not" said Harry, raising his wand
"Expelliarmus!" yelled a voice from the top of Gryffindor tower, and Harry's wand flew out of his hands, and into Hermione's. "Now, Voldemort - we will duel."
Hermione landed the firebolt, and tossed it to Harry along with his wand.
"Before that, however, I wish to honor the wand which I will use to defeat you." said Hermione, boldly
"And why should we do that?" asked Voldemort
"For the wand gets revenge on all those you killed. Especially James Potter, the chosen one before me, who passed this wand onto me as his dying wish"
Now Harry understood a lot more - who the chosen one was before Hermione, and now, he knew his father's dying wish. He was falling deeper and deeper in love with Hermione as he watched her take revenge on Voldemort for all those who were victims of his torture. He admired her more than he ever thought he would
"Ah, Potter. A name you use often? Or do you prefur to call him something more - soppy, or romantic? I think a simple 'Harry' would do the trick, personally"
This annoyed Hermione more than the death of her foster parents, so she yelled
"Accio!" pointing her wand at Harry, who then came shooting across and into her arms
"Oh, so romantic - the two of you standing under the moonlight together. Pity you're going to die - at least you'll die together. Just like Lily and James."
The two just stood gazing into each others eyes, oblivious to what was going on around them. Harry lent over and began to kiss Hermione sweetly.
"Well. This is all very boring. Oh well, guess I'll just have to kill you - goodbye"
With her lightning quick reflexes Hermione let go of Harry and aimed her wand straight at Voldemort's head, pushed Harry back into the crowd and yelled in unison with Voldemort,
"Avada Kedavra!"