Hermione watched as the poison took effect. Voldemort and Lucius were the first to become paralyzed by it. The rest of the Deatheaters writhed as they too became paralyzed. She knew that each of them would feel the fiery pain as their insides were simultaneously liquified and turned to ash from the inside.
She picked up the butter knife beside her plate and transfigured it into a large dagger, she slit Voldemort's pale paralyzed throat. The blood poured in black torrents. It was not needed, but she felt she had to be sure he was dead. She sat back in her chair and watched as they all expired.
The girls screamed. Mione stood and walked towards the cage. She waved her wand and the cage disappeared and girls changed into a dozen screech owls. They had originally been owls she just used them for the night.
She looked around, content with her handiwork and content wih the fact that she was still alive.
*******
Mione went to her chambers as she felt the antidote working. The theories were correct; there was a slight discomfort but that soon passed.
She sat on her bed for several minutes holding the warm stone at her throat. She felt the tears streaming down her face, wetting her fingers and the stone.
She picked up her jewelry box and took it with her back to the great hall. Only two of the house tables had remained. These were filled with the dead paralyzed bodies of hundreds of Deatheaters.
She sat down in the center of the room and carefully dumped the jewels out into the floor and with her hand spread them out. Each was warm, like the stone at her throat. As if each had a fire inside of it.
She counted the nine brilliant red ruby tears on a gold chain, the gray and brown striped agate and the pure white quartz. She picked up a large moss agate teardrop with the small jasper teardrop tied to it. A single rutilated quartz tear lay next to the string of rubies.
She gazed upon a string of moonstone tears before setting it down again. There were four strings of tears left in the pile; one of jade, another of sapphire, another of carbuncle and one of golden amber. The jade strand only had a quarter of the tears the others had.
Hundreds of tears lay here, she thought, the most important was at her throat. She took the silver chain from her neck and held it her palm. This is the last tear, the most valuable. She clutched the gem in her hand and set it down on the stone floor.
With her wand she spaced the tears out across the entire hall. She kept only the silver jade closest to her.
"My tears are spread, evil has passed, remove the spell that I have cast." Mione held her wand up, high above her head and the room was filled with a bright pale blue light. Mione was knocked down to the ground.
******
Mione opened her eyes and sat up. She looked about the room and immediately saw hundreds of new bodies, these ones were alive, if in a sort of torpor.
She saw at her feet her most precious jewel, her silver jade, lay asleep at her feet.
She crept forward and touched him, "It's over my love, It's over," She caressed his cheek as he stirred.
Others around them stirred, the first to stand was a wizened wizard. "What has happened here?" Albus Dumbledore had aged in the two years he had been a tear drop. All of them had.
"It's over sir," Mione cradled her gems head, "They are all dead, we're safe. We are finally safe, and I can rest." She said turning her attention to the man in her lap.
The string of rubies had become the Weasely family, the rutilated quartz had become the Boy who lived. The moss agate and jasper had become Hagrid and Fang. The four strings became the remaining students grouped by house.
The gray and brown agate became Professor McGonagall and the string of Moonstone became the remaining Aurors and what had been left of the Ministry of magic at the time if the attacks. The other scattered Gems had become teachers, and families of those she could save.
Mione still cradled the unconscious man, even as harry and Ron walked up to her, "Mione what's happened here?"
She didn't look up, "Two years and finally a vial of poison," She kissed the man she held much to her friends disgust, "Please leave me a moment," They stepped back several feet and looked around the room.
**********
"Severus, my love, It's time to wake up," her voice was quiet, softened with tears, "It's over, I promised you I would end this,"
The man stirred and opened his jet black eyes, "Mione?" He looked up at the crying woman, her tears fell to his cheeks. "Is it truly over?" He noticed she looked older.
"Yes, it's over my love," She kissed the man, "They're all dead, No more nightmares, no more threats, we have peace."
"Thank you, Mione," Severus gazed at her, never knowing that he had been a silver tear at her throat for two long years.
Severus sat up and looked around, he recognized all of the deatheaters. He was glad he hadn't been among them. He looked around to see students and their families. Aurors and witches and wizards in Ministry robes. They were all here, alive.
"Did you do this?" Harry asked Mione, who now stood with her arm around Severus' waist.
"Yes, all of it," She said, "Severus I have to get out of this room for a while,"
********
He followed almost numbly as she led him down to the potions classroom. He swallowed hard as she led him inside. "It hasn't changed,"
"Voldemort would deny his mistress nothing," She said, "I have kept it as it was for two years,"
"It seems like yesterday," Severus started.
"for you it was only yesterday, for me it has been an eternity." She led him to the office, "I've dreamt of this day for so long," She pressed herself against his deliciously warm body.
"They'll look for us," Severus replied as he nuzzled into her neck.
Mione was glad he was warm, so different from Voldemort's cold touch. And so much more assertive than Lucius' or Draco's. She let him undress her slowly and carefully.
TBC?
A/N: TBC? doubt it. I am happy with the ending of this, short and mostly sweet. May do a epilogue though I am not sure.
She picked up the butter knife beside her plate and transfigured it into a large dagger, she slit Voldemort's pale paralyzed throat. The blood poured in black torrents. It was not needed, but she felt she had to be sure he was dead. She sat back in her chair and watched as they all expired.
The girls screamed. Mione stood and walked towards the cage. She waved her wand and the cage disappeared and girls changed into a dozen screech owls. They had originally been owls she just used them for the night.
She looked around, content with her handiwork and content wih the fact that she was still alive.
*******
Mione went to her chambers as she felt the antidote working. The theories were correct; there was a slight discomfort but that soon passed.
She sat on her bed for several minutes holding the warm stone at her throat. She felt the tears streaming down her face, wetting her fingers and the stone.
She picked up her jewelry box and took it with her back to the great hall. Only two of the house tables had remained. These were filled with the dead paralyzed bodies of hundreds of Deatheaters.
She sat down in the center of the room and carefully dumped the jewels out into the floor and with her hand spread them out. Each was warm, like the stone at her throat. As if each had a fire inside of it.
She counted the nine brilliant red ruby tears on a gold chain, the gray and brown striped agate and the pure white quartz. She picked up a large moss agate teardrop with the small jasper teardrop tied to it. A single rutilated quartz tear lay next to the string of rubies.
She gazed upon a string of moonstone tears before setting it down again. There were four strings of tears left in the pile; one of jade, another of sapphire, another of carbuncle and one of golden amber. The jade strand only had a quarter of the tears the others had.
Hundreds of tears lay here, she thought, the most important was at her throat. She took the silver chain from her neck and held it her palm. This is the last tear, the most valuable. She clutched the gem in her hand and set it down on the stone floor.
With her wand she spaced the tears out across the entire hall. She kept only the silver jade closest to her.
"My tears are spread, evil has passed, remove the spell that I have cast." Mione held her wand up, high above her head and the room was filled with a bright pale blue light. Mione was knocked down to the ground.
******
Mione opened her eyes and sat up. She looked about the room and immediately saw hundreds of new bodies, these ones were alive, if in a sort of torpor.
She saw at her feet her most precious jewel, her silver jade, lay asleep at her feet.
She crept forward and touched him, "It's over my love, It's over," She caressed his cheek as he stirred.
Others around them stirred, the first to stand was a wizened wizard. "What has happened here?" Albus Dumbledore had aged in the two years he had been a tear drop. All of them had.
"It's over sir," Mione cradled her gems head, "They are all dead, we're safe. We are finally safe, and I can rest." She said turning her attention to the man in her lap.
The string of rubies had become the Weasely family, the rutilated quartz had become the Boy who lived. The moss agate and jasper had become Hagrid and Fang. The four strings became the remaining students grouped by house.
The gray and brown agate became Professor McGonagall and the string of Moonstone became the remaining Aurors and what had been left of the Ministry of magic at the time if the attacks. The other scattered Gems had become teachers, and families of those she could save.
Mione still cradled the unconscious man, even as harry and Ron walked up to her, "Mione what's happened here?"
She didn't look up, "Two years and finally a vial of poison," She kissed the man she held much to her friends disgust, "Please leave me a moment," They stepped back several feet and looked around the room.
**********
"Severus, my love, It's time to wake up," her voice was quiet, softened with tears, "It's over, I promised you I would end this,"
The man stirred and opened his jet black eyes, "Mione?" He looked up at the crying woman, her tears fell to his cheeks. "Is it truly over?" He noticed she looked older.
"Yes, it's over my love," She kissed the man, "They're all dead, No more nightmares, no more threats, we have peace."
"Thank you, Mione," Severus gazed at her, never knowing that he had been a silver tear at her throat for two long years.
Severus sat up and looked around, he recognized all of the deatheaters. He was glad he hadn't been among them. He looked around to see students and their families. Aurors and witches and wizards in Ministry robes. They were all here, alive.
"Did you do this?" Harry asked Mione, who now stood with her arm around Severus' waist.
"Yes, all of it," She said, "Severus I have to get out of this room for a while,"
********
He followed almost numbly as she led him down to the potions classroom. He swallowed hard as she led him inside. "It hasn't changed,"
"Voldemort would deny his mistress nothing," She said, "I have kept it as it was for two years,"
"It seems like yesterday," Severus started.
"for you it was only yesterday, for me it has been an eternity." She led him to the office, "I've dreamt of this day for so long," She pressed herself against his deliciously warm body.
"They'll look for us," Severus replied as he nuzzled into her neck.
Mione was glad he was warm, so different from Voldemort's cold touch. And so much more assertive than Lucius' or Draco's. She let him undress her slowly and carefully.
TBC?
A/N: TBC? doubt it. I am happy with the ending of this, short and mostly sweet. May do a epilogue though I am not sure.