The Next Generation, Chapter 3
Author's Note: Sorry about that huge cliffhanger at the end of Chapter 2, I just had to do it. Here's the exciting last chapter! Reviews are appreciated, and flames are welcome.
Disclaimer: I own more in this than I did in others. J.K. probably has her own ideas for her characters' futures, but this is MY account. J.K. owns the characters and Hogwarts, not me.
"Poppy," Hermione cried, "what happened??!! Is he gonna be all right?" Hermione was on the verge of hysterics and Harry was drumming his fingers on the bedside table in utter nervousness. Was James going to die?? He had done a foolish thing, granted, but he couldn't die! It just wasn't fair! Hermione's thoughts burned in her mind as she remembered the memories of James's younger years. What would happen to her and Harry if he died? She didn't want to think about that.
Madam Pomfrey was moving around James's bed with her wand, muttering incantations. No change occured, and Hermione became more convinced that James was going to die. Madam Pomfrey walked around the bed one more time, chanting more spells, but there was still no difference. At this point Madam Pomfrey became desperate, something that rarely happened. She screamed, "Galeamontis!" and James began to breathe again.
"Will he be all right," Hermione asked frantically.
"Yes," replied Madam Pomfrey. "He'll be all right."
Harry and Hermione collapsed with relief. Ron was scared; it looked as if they'd collapse right onto the floor, but luckily, a massive orange couch appeared right at the spot where they fell. They landed on the couch, and Ron left the room.
Harry and Hermione embraced warmly, overcome with relief that their son would be OK. They broke their embrace and looked deep into each other's eyes. Then the Headmaster of Hogwarts kissed his wife, feeling as though a great weight had veen lifted from his and Hermione's shoulders.
Seconds later, the door burst open and in came Lord Voldemort!
Harry and Hermione were completely oblivious to the fact that Voldemort had entered the room; they were oblivious to everything.
Voldemort laughed a high, cold laugh. Ah, ah, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, kissing his wife like a *censored* love-struck teenager, Voldemort thought to himself, we'll see about that! Voldemort raised his wand. "Loatharmus Kisimus," he uttered with satisfaction, and folded his arms across his chest to watch the results. This was going to be good!
Hermione Potter loved her husband. She sat on that couch, kissing him, and she knew she loved him more than she had ever loved another man. Then a voice in the back of her head chimed in. Who the *censored* does this *censored* think he is, kissing me! Well this *censored* can kiss my *censored*. She pulled away from Harry and slapped him in the face, as hard as she could, with Voldemort laughing in the background. "Who the *censored* do you think you are, Harry Potter!" she screamed. Just then she realized how much she hated him.
"Mudblood, I think my *censored* is wrong for *censored* kissing you, you *censored*!" roared Harry to Hermione. Voldemort was beside himself with laughter. The Kisser's Hate Curse worked every time, Voldemort thought. Whenever he didn't feel like watching two people kiss, he used the Kisser's Hate Curse, and they would absolutely loathe each other. But Voldemort realized too late that there were only two people on earth who knew the countercurse, him and Madam Pomfrey.
Needless to say, Madam Pomfrey was not pleased to see such a curse inflicted on two of her friends. She was so angry at Voldemort, she thought she could kill him. But first she had to end this, as Hermione had just kicked Harry where the sun don't shine, and the pain quotient could soon get even higher. "AFECTIANDEM FINITE LOATHARMUS KISIMUS!!" Madam Pomfrey screamed angrily, and Voldemort looked horrified. His fun had been ruined!
Hermione began falling over herself with apologies to Harry, who was currently in a lot of pain, and she somehow found the sense to raise her wand and say, "Reproductium Agonium Healiarmus." Just then, Harry's pain ended, and he turned to look at Voldemort.
"YOU CUSS!!!" shouted Harry, beside himself. "Take this! Incendio!"
But just then, he realized he no longer had his wand. He had been Disarmed by Voldemort an instant before he had said the spell.
Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Hermione. "Crucio," he said coldly, and a green jet of light issued from his wand.
Hermione closed her eyes, waiting for the pain, but instead she heard a scream of agony from Harry. He had jumped in front of the oncoming curse to protect Hermione, and he was now writhing violently on the floor.
Hermione was mad now. "ENNERVATE!" she bellowed, and Harry slowly rose to his feet. "Accio wand," she said, and Harry's wand flew back into his hand.
"Riddle," Harry seethed. "Now this is the end. Twenty-eight years is a long time coming, but I finally get to do this." Harry and Hermione were both becoming very emotional, but Harry carried on. "Expelliarmus," Harry said, and Voldemort's wand shot up into the air. "Hermi, I'm going to enjoy this very much. Join me?" he asked.
"Without hesitation," Hermione replied, and two wands were pointed at Voldemort's heart.
Harry slowly counted to three on his fingers. "Avada Kedavra," they said, at precisely the same instant, and Voldemort's body immediately turned cold and fell deader than a doornail to the ground.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and couldn't believe that their arch-nemesis was gone forever. They fell into each other's arms and held each other closely.
"I've got to tell the school that Voldemort won't be causing us much trouble anymore," Harry whispered to her happily, and they shared a long, intense kiss.
THE END
Author's Note: Another series done. I'll be back soon with something new, but I don't know what it will be called. I think it'll be a cool idea though. Anyway, it feels weird for me to keep typing Hermione Potter instead of Hermione Granger. Anyone else having that problem? Also, it was brought to my attention (and it is true) that Harry Apparated to Hermione's classroom in Chapter One. I also realize that it is impossible to Apparate on school grounds. Having read the Prisoner of Azkaban six times, I should realize this. Normally a stickler for such things, I guess it just slipped my mind. Please accept my sincerest apologies for this glaring plot oversight. Thank you for bringing it to my attention. Bye for now, see you around. Please use the little box just below here, I greatly appreciate reviews.
Author's Note: Sorry about that huge cliffhanger at the end of Chapter 2, I just had to do it. Here's the exciting last chapter! Reviews are appreciated, and flames are welcome.
Disclaimer: I own more in this than I did in others. J.K. probably has her own ideas for her characters' futures, but this is MY account. J.K. owns the characters and Hogwarts, not me.
"Poppy," Hermione cried, "what happened??!! Is he gonna be all right?" Hermione was on the verge of hysterics and Harry was drumming his fingers on the bedside table in utter nervousness. Was James going to die?? He had done a foolish thing, granted, but he couldn't die! It just wasn't fair! Hermione's thoughts burned in her mind as she remembered the memories of James's younger years. What would happen to her and Harry if he died? She didn't want to think about that.
Madam Pomfrey was moving around James's bed with her wand, muttering incantations. No change occured, and Hermione became more convinced that James was going to die. Madam Pomfrey walked around the bed one more time, chanting more spells, but there was still no difference. At this point Madam Pomfrey became desperate, something that rarely happened. She screamed, "Galeamontis!" and James began to breathe again.
"Will he be all right," Hermione asked frantically.
"Yes," replied Madam Pomfrey. "He'll be all right."
Harry and Hermione collapsed with relief. Ron was scared; it looked as if they'd collapse right onto the floor, but luckily, a massive orange couch appeared right at the spot where they fell. They landed on the couch, and Ron left the room.
Harry and Hermione embraced warmly, overcome with relief that their son would be OK. They broke their embrace and looked deep into each other's eyes. Then the Headmaster of Hogwarts kissed his wife, feeling as though a great weight had veen lifted from his and Hermione's shoulders.
Seconds later, the door burst open and in came Lord Voldemort!
Harry and Hermione were completely oblivious to the fact that Voldemort had entered the room; they were oblivious to everything.
Voldemort laughed a high, cold laugh. Ah, ah, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, kissing his wife like a *censored* love-struck teenager, Voldemort thought to himself, we'll see about that! Voldemort raised his wand. "Loatharmus Kisimus," he uttered with satisfaction, and folded his arms across his chest to watch the results. This was going to be good!
Hermione Potter loved her husband. She sat on that couch, kissing him, and she knew she loved him more than she had ever loved another man. Then a voice in the back of her head chimed in. Who the *censored* does this *censored* think he is, kissing me! Well this *censored* can kiss my *censored*. She pulled away from Harry and slapped him in the face, as hard as she could, with Voldemort laughing in the background. "Who the *censored* do you think you are, Harry Potter!" she screamed. Just then she realized how much she hated him.
"Mudblood, I think my *censored* is wrong for *censored* kissing you, you *censored*!" roared Harry to Hermione. Voldemort was beside himself with laughter. The Kisser's Hate Curse worked every time, Voldemort thought. Whenever he didn't feel like watching two people kiss, he used the Kisser's Hate Curse, and they would absolutely loathe each other. But Voldemort realized too late that there were only two people on earth who knew the countercurse, him and Madam Pomfrey.
Needless to say, Madam Pomfrey was not pleased to see such a curse inflicted on two of her friends. She was so angry at Voldemort, she thought she could kill him. But first she had to end this, as Hermione had just kicked Harry where the sun don't shine, and the pain quotient could soon get even higher. "AFECTIANDEM FINITE LOATHARMUS KISIMUS!!" Madam Pomfrey screamed angrily, and Voldemort looked horrified. His fun had been ruined!
Hermione began falling over herself with apologies to Harry, who was currently in a lot of pain, and she somehow found the sense to raise her wand and say, "Reproductium Agonium Healiarmus." Just then, Harry's pain ended, and he turned to look at Voldemort.
"YOU CUSS!!!" shouted Harry, beside himself. "Take this! Incendio!"
But just then, he realized he no longer had his wand. He had been Disarmed by Voldemort an instant before he had said the spell.
Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Hermione. "Crucio," he said coldly, and a green jet of light issued from his wand.
Hermione closed her eyes, waiting for the pain, but instead she heard a scream of agony from Harry. He had jumped in front of the oncoming curse to protect Hermione, and he was now writhing violently on the floor.
Hermione was mad now. "ENNERVATE!" she bellowed, and Harry slowly rose to his feet. "Accio wand," she said, and Harry's wand flew back into his hand.
"Riddle," Harry seethed. "Now this is the end. Twenty-eight years is a long time coming, but I finally get to do this." Harry and Hermione were both becoming very emotional, but Harry carried on. "Expelliarmus," Harry said, and Voldemort's wand shot up into the air. "Hermi, I'm going to enjoy this very much. Join me?" he asked.
"Without hesitation," Hermione replied, and two wands were pointed at Voldemort's heart.
Harry slowly counted to three on his fingers. "Avada Kedavra," they said, at precisely the same instant, and Voldemort's body immediately turned cold and fell deader than a doornail to the ground.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and couldn't believe that their arch-nemesis was gone forever. They fell into each other's arms and held each other closely.
"I've got to tell the school that Voldemort won't be causing us much trouble anymore," Harry whispered to her happily, and they shared a long, intense kiss.
THE END
Author's Note: Another series done. I'll be back soon with something new, but I don't know what it will be called. I think it'll be a cool idea though. Anyway, it feels weird for me to keep typing Hermione Potter instead of Hermione Granger. Anyone else having that problem? Also, it was brought to my attention (and it is true) that Harry Apparated to Hermione's classroom in Chapter One. I also realize that it is impossible to Apparate on school grounds. Having read the Prisoner of Azkaban six times, I should realize this. Normally a stickler for such things, I guess it just slipped my mind. Please accept my sincerest apologies for this glaring plot oversight. Thank you for bringing it to my attention. Bye for now, see you around. Please use the little box just below here, I greatly appreciate reviews.