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The Final Stand
Spots of red and pink marked the morbid ground, as the ravaged and festering dead lay piled atop one another. Body parts were strewn throughout the battlefield, giving no hint of ownership. In mockery, the sun shone brightly, and the breeze gently played with her hair, as Hermione Granger numbly trudged through the corpses of her friends. She was one of the few left standing at the final battle.
In the end, the downfall of good and light did not come in the form of Lord Voldemort, but rather through something much more subtle, even cute.
"Aack!," a voice cried out in the distance, but Hermione did not hear it, lost in the horrors of her mind.
She remembered back to the first time she had seen the menacing little creatures. It had begun as a pleasant enough morning. She had just called on Ginny, so that they might walk to breakfast together. Everything seemed safe and welcoming as Ginny made to slip on her fuzzy slippers, when Wham, they attacked. These evil bunnies had lain in wait, pretending to be her slippers, so that as Ginny's foot neared, the heinous rabbits bit down with their enormous teeth, taking no prisoners. They had no sense of remorse or empathy. Hermione had watched in horror as Ginny had writhed and screamed on the floor; her entire leg torn off and used to beat her senseless by the vicious creatures.
The memory still haunted her.
She thought back to how the pink bunnies had come into being. Their side, the side of all that was good and pure was near to defeating the Dark Lord and his band of evil followers. In desperation, Voldemort had opened up a dimensional portal, a portal to hell. The same hell that had original loosed the Dementors on the people of Earth, now released an even more deadly foe. Hermione realized the irony of the situation. The Dementors were rotten on the outside, while the pink fuzzy bunnies were rotten on the inside.
A fuzzy ball of pink jetting towards her, and all thoughts of things past were forgotten. She knew she was doomed. Soon, she too would lie in pieces, torn and scattered among the dead. Suddenly, a flash of green shot past her shoulder striking the cute, but evil furball dead. She looked up to see her savior, her hero, Severus Snape.
"Come," Snape commanded harshly. "We must find safety before we too are lost."
And so, she followed him to the last safe-haven left, as they made their way into the now desolate Burrow. Even with its occupants rotting on the battle field, it was still far too cheerful a place for the pink fuzzy bunnies, and so they were safe for a while, spending their last remaining hours in each others arms, making wild, passionate love.
The End