Victorious
A/N: These characters belong to J.K. Rowling, no me.
It was typical that the day of my graduation would be a rainy one. Harry didn't seem to mind. He wasn't looking forward to it with or without the rain. I felt really sorry for him. He hadn't said it, because he probably didn't want to worry me. You know, I get psyched out when it comes to this type of thing. I knew he didn't want to leave Hogwarts. It was the best place he had ever been. Ron and I had had enough trouble prying him out of his chair in the common room just a few minutes ago, and prying him out of his chair when his name was called would be ten times harder. I groaned. Harry's name had been called. Luckily, he just slipped right out of his chair without a word. It was so typically Dumbledore to go in backwards alphabetical order. I saw Ron standing next to Harry up behind Dumbledore. He grinned at me. I smiled back.
"Granger, Hermione," Dumbledore called.
I jumped. It seemed that he had just called Harry's name. I wasn't ready. With a start, I realized that I felt the same way as Harry. I really wasn't ready. I stood up slowly, and trudged up to stand next to Parvati.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine... Why?"
"You seemed sad, that's all."
She'd noticed. I wondered if Ron had noticed. He was the only one who seemed glad to be out of school. Soon, Dumbledore dismissed us to our seats.
"You have all been wonderful students. It was a pleasure to have you here, at Hogwarts." he said, smiling. "I would like it very much if Mr. Longbottom and Miss Granger might come stand here by me."
What could he want? Had I done something wrong? After Neville had finally made it all the way towards Dumbledore without falling over his Robes, Dumbledore turned towards him.
"Neville, I would like to ask you a question. Our Herbology teacher, Professor Sprout, has resigned. Would you care to take her place?" he asked.
Neville let out a squeal of excitement. "Yes!" he replied.
"Thank you, Neville. That's very kind of you. Welcome to the Hogwarts staff!"
In their seats, I could see Ron and Harry beaming and giving him the thumbs up sign.
"You may return to your seat," Dumbledore shouted over the thunderous applause.
I knew what was coming next.
"Hermione, you probably know what I am going to ask you," the old man said in a serious voice. "And you probably know that I have planned to ask you ever since your first week here."
I nodded, feeling oddly sick.
"Would you like to fill in the place for Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
I could see Snape glaring at me to my right. "Professor Dumbledore," I said in a squeaky voice. Don't cry! Whatever you do, don't cry! My mind raced furiously. "As wonderful as that sounds..." my voice trailed off. Snape was practically glowing with anticipation. "I don't really want to. Last night, I thought that was the one and only thing I ever wanted. But just now, I thought of something better. However, I thought of an idea you might like."
Dumbledore nodded, knowingly.
"Maybe, Professor Snape would like that job?" I finished.
Snape was looking at me as if he couldn't believe I could say such a thing.
"Very well. Severus, do you want the job?"
Snape was now beaming at me. It felt very weird.
"Sir," he began, "I would be honored."
"Very well, that's settled," said Dumbledore as if nothing had happened. "Now, Miss Granger, if you choose it to be, this can be an entirely private subject, but I'm curious. What...?"
"An auror."
There was an unbelievable silence.
I began to explain as quickly as I could, feeling for some reason that I must add an explanation, "When Mr. Crouch said I would make a good auror, I thought it sounded exactly like what I'd always wanted."
"Hermione, I believe you will make a fine auror. And I myself will personally see to it that you become one."
I felt so happy, I wanted to sing.
I went back to my seat feeling wonderful. I laughed at the expression on Harry's face as I sat down on the seat next to him. Ron had an odd, dreamy expression on his face. Before I knew what was happening, he had whirled me out into the aisle and saying, "Hermione, will you marry me?"
This had been the best day of my life. I opened my mouth to form the word, the word that would unite us together forever. But I never did. Just as we were about to become engaged, the door burst open. I screamed. So did everyone else. There was no mistaking that face. He slowly drifted past Snape, who was petrified with fear. He passed Professor McGonagall. He passed Hagrid. He stopped in front of Ron! I wanted to cry. We were going to die. I was half right. Voldemort raised his wand. I stood there, unable to move. Before I could even say yes to Ron, Yes, I will marry you, Yes, I love you, he screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"
Ron flung me aside, and started to push me, I couldn't run. Therefore, neither could he. Before I knew what had happened, he lay on the ground, dead. For a moment there was silence. I fell to the ground, and blacked out.
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When I awoke, I was not in a warm hospital bed. I was still heaped over Ron's dead body. I looked up. Harry was on the ground, obviously, he had fainted from the pain in his scar. But that wasn't what caught my eye first. The whole hall was gawking at Snape. The lights were out, and I could barely see him. He was standing over a body. Another person knocked out. I knew who's it was. I had always known that someday Harry would kill Voldemort, but I didn't care. I slowly stood up. No one noticed. I didn't know what I was doing. All I knew was that Voldemort was not dead, and if I had any say in it, he was going to be. I was now standing next to Snape.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Harry fainted...I..."
"He knocked out the dark lord single-handedly. We just have to hope that Harry wakes up before Voldemort does," Dumbledore explained.
"Oh," was all I had to say.
Suddenly, the most evil being in the universe leapt up. I was standing right next to him. I didn't even scream. I didn't know what was happening. I had no control over myself. I hated this creature. I loathed him. He had killed Ron. That was all I could think about. Harry walked up behind me. I looked at him, and we both knew. He smiled, and sat down on the ground, as if the problem were solved. No one else besides me understood. I began to laugh. Harry joined in. We got even more disbelieving looks.
"You can do it. You're Hermione. The auror," Harry mouthed.
I felt pure joy. Voldemort obviously felt confusion, because he didn't take out his wand to kill me.
"Aurors kill dark wizards," Harry continued.
I raised my wand. "Avada Kedavra!!!" So what if I went to Askaban? So what if I didn't get to be an auror. The only thing that mattered now was that this man died. And he did. And I lived victoriously ever after. So there.
The End
A/N: A sequel might be coming if I get asked for it.
A/N: These characters belong to J.K. Rowling, no me.
It was typical that the day of my graduation would be a rainy one. Harry didn't seem to mind. He wasn't looking forward to it with or without the rain. I felt really sorry for him. He hadn't said it, because he probably didn't want to worry me. You know, I get psyched out when it comes to this type of thing. I knew he didn't want to leave Hogwarts. It was the best place he had ever been. Ron and I had had enough trouble prying him out of his chair in the common room just a few minutes ago, and prying him out of his chair when his name was called would be ten times harder. I groaned. Harry's name had been called. Luckily, he just slipped right out of his chair without a word. It was so typically Dumbledore to go in backwards alphabetical order. I saw Ron standing next to Harry up behind Dumbledore. He grinned at me. I smiled back.
"Granger, Hermione," Dumbledore called.
I jumped. It seemed that he had just called Harry's name. I wasn't ready. With a start, I realized that I felt the same way as Harry. I really wasn't ready. I stood up slowly, and trudged up to stand next to Parvati.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine... Why?"
"You seemed sad, that's all."
She'd noticed. I wondered if Ron had noticed. He was the only one who seemed glad to be out of school. Soon, Dumbledore dismissed us to our seats.
"You have all been wonderful students. It was a pleasure to have you here, at Hogwarts." he said, smiling. "I would like it very much if Mr. Longbottom and Miss Granger might come stand here by me."
What could he want? Had I done something wrong? After Neville had finally made it all the way towards Dumbledore without falling over his Robes, Dumbledore turned towards him.
"Neville, I would like to ask you a question. Our Herbology teacher, Professor Sprout, has resigned. Would you care to take her place?" he asked.
Neville let out a squeal of excitement. "Yes!" he replied.
"Thank you, Neville. That's very kind of you. Welcome to the Hogwarts staff!"
In their seats, I could see Ron and Harry beaming and giving him the thumbs up sign.
"You may return to your seat," Dumbledore shouted over the thunderous applause.
I knew what was coming next.
"Hermione, you probably know what I am going to ask you," the old man said in a serious voice. "And you probably know that I have planned to ask you ever since your first week here."
I nodded, feeling oddly sick.
"Would you like to fill in the place for Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
I could see Snape glaring at me to my right. "Professor Dumbledore," I said in a squeaky voice. Don't cry! Whatever you do, don't cry! My mind raced furiously. "As wonderful as that sounds..." my voice trailed off. Snape was practically glowing with anticipation. "I don't really want to. Last night, I thought that was the one and only thing I ever wanted. But just now, I thought of something better. However, I thought of an idea you might like."
Dumbledore nodded, knowingly.
"Maybe, Professor Snape would like that job?" I finished.
Snape was looking at me as if he couldn't believe I could say such a thing.
"Very well. Severus, do you want the job?"
Snape was now beaming at me. It felt very weird.
"Sir," he began, "I would be honored."
"Very well, that's settled," said Dumbledore as if nothing had happened. "Now, Miss Granger, if you choose it to be, this can be an entirely private subject, but I'm curious. What...?"
"An auror."
There was an unbelievable silence.
I began to explain as quickly as I could, feeling for some reason that I must add an explanation, "When Mr. Crouch said I would make a good auror, I thought it sounded exactly like what I'd always wanted."
"Hermione, I believe you will make a fine auror. And I myself will personally see to it that you become one."
I felt so happy, I wanted to sing.
I went back to my seat feeling wonderful. I laughed at the expression on Harry's face as I sat down on the seat next to him. Ron had an odd, dreamy expression on his face. Before I knew what was happening, he had whirled me out into the aisle and saying, "Hermione, will you marry me?"
This had been the best day of my life. I opened my mouth to form the word, the word that would unite us together forever. But I never did. Just as we were about to become engaged, the door burst open. I screamed. So did everyone else. There was no mistaking that face. He slowly drifted past Snape, who was petrified with fear. He passed Professor McGonagall. He passed Hagrid. He stopped in front of Ron! I wanted to cry. We were going to die. I was half right. Voldemort raised his wand. I stood there, unable to move. Before I could even say yes to Ron, Yes, I will marry you, Yes, I love you, he screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"
Ron flung me aside, and started to push me, I couldn't run. Therefore, neither could he. Before I knew what had happened, he lay on the ground, dead. For a moment there was silence. I fell to the ground, and blacked out.
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When I awoke, I was not in a warm hospital bed. I was still heaped over Ron's dead body. I looked up. Harry was on the ground, obviously, he had fainted from the pain in his scar. But that wasn't what caught my eye first. The whole hall was gawking at Snape. The lights were out, and I could barely see him. He was standing over a body. Another person knocked out. I knew who's it was. I had always known that someday Harry would kill Voldemort, but I didn't care. I slowly stood up. No one noticed. I didn't know what I was doing. All I knew was that Voldemort was not dead, and if I had any say in it, he was going to be. I was now standing next to Snape.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Harry fainted...I..."
"He knocked out the dark lord single-handedly. We just have to hope that Harry wakes up before Voldemort does," Dumbledore explained.
"Oh," was all I had to say.
Suddenly, the most evil being in the universe leapt up. I was standing right next to him. I didn't even scream. I didn't know what was happening. I had no control over myself. I hated this creature. I loathed him. He had killed Ron. That was all I could think about. Harry walked up behind me. I looked at him, and we both knew. He smiled, and sat down on the ground, as if the problem were solved. No one else besides me understood. I began to laugh. Harry joined in. We got even more disbelieving looks.
"You can do it. You're Hermione. The auror," Harry mouthed.
I felt pure joy. Voldemort obviously felt confusion, because he didn't take out his wand to kill me.
"Aurors kill dark wizards," Harry continued.
I raised my wand. "Avada Kedavra!!!" So what if I went to Askaban? So what if I didn't get to be an auror. The only thing that mattered now was that this man died. And he did. And I lived victoriously ever after. So there.
The End
A/N: A sequel might be coming if I get asked for it.