Disclaimer: Hmm don't own any of the characters here, yeah.
CHAPTER 12: His Last Fight
At the same time, Ron kissed Hermione and pulled off her jacket. He tossed it and it landed by the door, Hermione's wand sticking out of one of the pockets.
Hermione frowned. "Why didn't you just drop it?"
Ron froze and then smiled. "I don't know and I don't care." They started kissing again and Hermione did the same with his coat. They kissed until the sat into the bed, and Ron started fixing the curtains around them.
Hermione smiled and looked around them. "Mmm... does the bed seem smaller to you?"
Ron looked at her. "Knowing that we aren't much bigger then we were at seventeen, and that there are two people in the bed, no not really."
Ron leaned and they started kissing again. Then Hermione stopped. "What if we need our wands? What if someone comes and attacks?"
Ron bit his lip. "Well then lets be extra quiet, and be ready to give someone a punch." Hermione smiled and nodded. "Ok." Ron kissed her again and leaned on top of her.
**
Harry kept walking, faces of pain pasted on his face. He could barely see a thing in the halls; he didn't know where he was going. Then to Harry's shock he found himself back in the Great Hall. Voldemort stood in front of him smiling.
"Forget the ways of the castle already?" Voldemort said surprised. Harry felt even more scared, his fear making him feel like a child with no control. Voldemort grabbed his shirt and practically tossed him inside, Harry hitting the ground.
"Does it hurt?" Voldemort asked with not an ounce of concern. "Do you want me to stop?"
Harry wanted to plead yes. He felt bruises on his legs, face, body and arms and had accidentally bit his tongue. Harry could feel the blood tingle onto his teeth. "I wa-wa..." He could barely talk. Harry sat up.
Voldemort grinned. "I doubt you'll find anything powerful enough to destroy me. You know that one way or the other, I'll surprise you with another visit, that is if you'll still be living." Voldemort kicked Harry's chin.
Harry spit blood onto Voldemort's shiny shoes. "You know what, I don't think you put enough thought in this battle. Chasing me around the halls, beating me, you got to have some plan up your sleeve." Harry said. Voldemort had his own ways of surprising people.
"Actually, I'm much to tired to put as much thought." Voldemort said nodding, then threw another tough punch on Harry's cheek. Then Voldemort reached into his sleeve and pulled out a long sword. "I do have something up my sleeve, though."
Many of Voldemort's followers came, holding people as if to come and watch the show.
"C'mon, Harry. Get up and let me hurt you slowly, I have all day." Voldemort said. Harry didn't. "GET UP." Voldemort swung the sword wildly and made a thin long cut on Harry's cheek and ripped his sleeve. He grabbed Harry up. "Say something."
Harry felt stinging pain- everywhere. He could barely stand. "Go to-" Harry barely had breath. "Hell."
Voldemort looked into his eyes. "No, no not today, not today." Voldemort punched him in the eye, breaking the glass on his right eye. Then all of the sudden Harry felt the Voldemort's sword go through the side of his stomach. Harry walked back, almost throwing up at the sight of a sword through him.
"Not the heart." Voldemort said angrily and took the sword out of him. Harry fell to the ground hearing something open. Then, Harry looked down and saw the gold box wide open. Voldemort looked at it. Harry looked at it. Voldemort's supporters looked at it. The people they were holding looked at it. Dean, who just entered fell slightly back and looked at it.
Voldemort looked at Harry. "This won't hold me forever." Then Voldemort seemed to turn into a ball of wind and fall into the box as well as his supporters. The box closed and shined innocently, while Voldemort's ruby necklace lay besides it. If Harry wasn't so beaten up he would of cried with joy. Instead he fell to the ground, spitting blood.
Dean ran to Harry's side, and others spread the joy that they weren't under attack though few supporters probably still roamed the halls.
"Quick fix," Dean said, his eyes looked red as if he were crying.
"Sheila- I'm sorry." Harry said quickly.
Dean didn't answer and pointed his wand at Harry's wound. "*Ferula*." Bandages appeared. "That should hold you for awhile. We'll get you to the hospital..."
"Where's Ron?" Harry asked as he put the ruby necklace around his neck.
Dean shrugged as he handed Harry a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. Harry eyes went wide of the thought of someone getting to him and Hermione. Dean summoned an ice pack and put it over his right eye.
Dean was putting on Harry's fixed glasses Parvati came in and rushed to them. "Harry, Harry, Hermione's alive! Draco Malfoy's got her, he's got Ron too, they didn't seemed armed with wands they're walking up to a hill-" Harry was already up and walking as fast as possible.
"Harry! HARRY!" Dean called and Harry just ignored him. Harry ran as fast as he could trying to the resist the urge to sit down. Hills? What hills? There must have been a thousand hills surrounding the place. Harry found a door and ran out looking in the distance for any small figures.
Harry kept walking, looking for them, the sun bursting from behind knolls, though it seemed it would fall any moment. Harry looked in the distance as he rounded to the back of the castle. Then Harry heard a faint yell and ran into its direction. Harry walked up two small hills and finally saw Ron in the distance, sitting in a chair, trapped in ropes.
"Ron!" Harry yelled. Ron's head turned slightly and Harry limped over. Finally he fell to the ground besides him.
"Harry!" Ron said surprised. "You look-"
"Terrible I know, what's going on?" Harry asked as he got up the strength to sit up and grab his wand.
"Wand might not do it." Ron said then stared ahead. Harry frowned and followed his gaze. Down there Hermione seemed unable to move her legs and she was staring bravely at Malfoy who walked around her. A gold but almost clear wall separated them from Harry and Ron.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, for he couldn't understand what they were saying.
"Son of a bitch wants to end it. Now." Ron said angrily. Harry supposed he felt extremely irritated that he was tied up and couldn't do anything about Hermione and Malfoy.
"What, he wants to kill her?" Harry said shocked.
"I don't know what he wants, think he's insane." Ron said.
Draco seemed perfectly sane for a Malfoy, and Harry thought if he did go crazy that it'd probably happen after his wife died...after he lost everything.
"I don't know what he wants, either." Harry said. Closure was probably it.
"Okay, lets see who will win." Malfoy said steeping back. He pointed his wand at her legs and Hermione fell to the ground.
"Hermione! C'mon, untie me." Ron said.
Harry shrugged. "How?"
"Didn't you ever finish school? C'mon, just try something." Ron said. He was staring at Hermione and Harry could see in his eyes that if she were hurt, he would be too.
Harry felt the ropes. He *had* never finished school, none of them did, because of Voldemort. Harry thought of spells.
"Come on!" Ron said.
Harry looked at Hermione and Malfoy. "Some people know how to fight." When they weren't yelling spells, they were kicking, punching, ducking, walking on walls, jumping, fighting so professional like they had practiced it.
Ron smiled proudly. "Yeah okay, just try some spells."
Harry tried spells that break things, move things, untie things, unlock things but nothing seemed to work. Plus he was missing all the fighting. Ron sometimes yelled things and would always shift in his seat.
Harry looked up and saw them. Both looked worn out. Then Malfoy murmured something and a sword slid out of his wand. Hermione did the same.
"Lets end it- no 'unforgivable curses' no child spells that we can block-" Malfoy swung his sword and stepped closer to Hermione. He said something but Harry couldn't hear it. Hermione replied with something. Malfoy said something before stepping back. Hermione looked at him suspiciously. Then he lunged at her and she slid out of the way.
"Harry, hurry their using swords!" Ron said loudly and started jumping in his chair.
"Stop moving!" Harry said looking at the rope. Then he looked closely. Small arrows were running down the rope. He followed them...
"Ahh!" Harry heard Hermione scream and looked up. Malfoy had made a long thin cut on Hermione's arm.
"HARRY HURRY!" Ron yelled.
"I'm trying!" Harry yelled as he followed the arrows. Ron repeatedly told him to hurry as more groans of pain came from both Hermione and Malfoy.
"Harry!" Ron yelled.
"I'M TRYING!" Harry yelled as he finally got to a spot underneath Ron's chair where the arrows lead. It was a small metal ball. Harry squeezed it and the ball popped. "GO RON, GO!" Harry said as Ron stood up and started running shaking the ropes off him and Harry started running after him.
As it all seemed in slow motion Ron and Harry running towards the golden wall and Ron yelling a spell, Hermione and Malfoy swinging their swords and stopped each others then Malfoy swinging his down to release and then Hermione's sword making a full circle and finally pushing it in...Into Malfoy.
"HERMIONE!!!!!" Ron yelled.
Hermione let go and stared down at it, as Malfoy slid it out of him. Malfoy touched the wound with his hand, slapped Hermione with it and took his sword and slid it against her neck. "It's over. You're over."
Ron and Harry had frozen on their spot, feet away from the both of them. Then as everything came back to its own speed, maybe a little faster, Ron ran to Hermione and put his arm around her and they fell to the ground. Malfoy fell to the ground as well, his eyes wide and Harry went to his side.
"Malfoy- Malfoy- Draco, Draco, say something, keep talking, where's my wand..."
Malfoy held Harry's wand up and threw it away before Harry could grab it. "Whose necklace is that?"
"Voldemort's now, keep talking, let us find some kind of help..."
Malfoy groaned. "Lisa, Lisa...I love..."
"Okay, you love Lisa, Ron what do I do?" Harry said, frightened.
"Selma. I love Selma." Malfoy said then closed his eyes and was still.
Harry's eyes widened. "Malfoy?!" Harry shook him, but nothing happened. More blood...
Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. Ron was holding Hermione around his arms demanding softly that Hermione say something. He looked at Harry with eyes of puzzlement and looked at Malfoy with even wider eyes.
Hermione's cheek was stained with a blood handprint, her neck revealed a thin red cut. She was frozen in her sitting position still breathing softly and Harry was sure she was having some kind of breakdown. Her sword lay besides her, the blood shinning against the dusk sky.
One down.
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I'm sorry! They're all going to meet an end in this world... As you can see, they won't face it all at the same time.
Also I couldn't focus much of Voldemort and any kind of plan because this story isn't about him, but I needed him there to create the hardships, because the confusion and hardships is like, the point of the story.
CHAPTER 12: His Last Fight
At the same time, Ron kissed Hermione and pulled off her jacket. He tossed it and it landed by the door, Hermione's wand sticking out of one of the pockets.
Hermione frowned. "Why didn't you just drop it?"
Ron froze and then smiled. "I don't know and I don't care." They started kissing again and Hermione did the same with his coat. They kissed until the sat into the bed, and Ron started fixing the curtains around them.
Hermione smiled and looked around them. "Mmm... does the bed seem smaller to you?"
Ron looked at her. "Knowing that we aren't much bigger then we were at seventeen, and that there are two people in the bed, no not really."
Ron leaned and they started kissing again. Then Hermione stopped. "What if we need our wands? What if someone comes and attacks?"
Ron bit his lip. "Well then lets be extra quiet, and be ready to give someone a punch." Hermione smiled and nodded. "Ok." Ron kissed her again and leaned on top of her.
**
Harry kept walking, faces of pain pasted on his face. He could barely see a thing in the halls; he didn't know where he was going. Then to Harry's shock he found himself back in the Great Hall. Voldemort stood in front of him smiling.
"Forget the ways of the castle already?" Voldemort said surprised. Harry felt even more scared, his fear making him feel like a child with no control. Voldemort grabbed his shirt and practically tossed him inside, Harry hitting the ground.
"Does it hurt?" Voldemort asked with not an ounce of concern. "Do you want me to stop?"
Harry wanted to plead yes. He felt bruises on his legs, face, body and arms and had accidentally bit his tongue. Harry could feel the blood tingle onto his teeth. "I wa-wa..." He could barely talk. Harry sat up.
Voldemort grinned. "I doubt you'll find anything powerful enough to destroy me. You know that one way or the other, I'll surprise you with another visit, that is if you'll still be living." Voldemort kicked Harry's chin.
Harry spit blood onto Voldemort's shiny shoes. "You know what, I don't think you put enough thought in this battle. Chasing me around the halls, beating me, you got to have some plan up your sleeve." Harry said. Voldemort had his own ways of surprising people.
"Actually, I'm much to tired to put as much thought." Voldemort said nodding, then threw another tough punch on Harry's cheek. Then Voldemort reached into his sleeve and pulled out a long sword. "I do have something up my sleeve, though."
Many of Voldemort's followers came, holding people as if to come and watch the show.
"C'mon, Harry. Get up and let me hurt you slowly, I have all day." Voldemort said. Harry didn't. "GET UP." Voldemort swung the sword wildly and made a thin long cut on Harry's cheek and ripped his sleeve. He grabbed Harry up. "Say something."
Harry felt stinging pain- everywhere. He could barely stand. "Go to-" Harry barely had breath. "Hell."
Voldemort looked into his eyes. "No, no not today, not today." Voldemort punched him in the eye, breaking the glass on his right eye. Then all of the sudden Harry felt the Voldemort's sword go through the side of his stomach. Harry walked back, almost throwing up at the sight of a sword through him.
"Not the heart." Voldemort said angrily and took the sword out of him. Harry fell to the ground hearing something open. Then, Harry looked down and saw the gold box wide open. Voldemort looked at it. Harry looked at it. Voldemort's supporters looked at it. The people they were holding looked at it. Dean, who just entered fell slightly back and looked at it.
Voldemort looked at Harry. "This won't hold me forever." Then Voldemort seemed to turn into a ball of wind and fall into the box as well as his supporters. The box closed and shined innocently, while Voldemort's ruby necklace lay besides it. If Harry wasn't so beaten up he would of cried with joy. Instead he fell to the ground, spitting blood.
Dean ran to Harry's side, and others spread the joy that they weren't under attack though few supporters probably still roamed the halls.
"Quick fix," Dean said, his eyes looked red as if he were crying.
"Sheila- I'm sorry." Harry said quickly.
Dean didn't answer and pointed his wand at Harry's wound. "*Ferula*." Bandages appeared. "That should hold you for awhile. We'll get you to the hospital..."
"Where's Ron?" Harry asked as he put the ruby necklace around his neck.
Dean shrugged as he handed Harry a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. Harry eyes went wide of the thought of someone getting to him and Hermione. Dean summoned an ice pack and put it over his right eye.
Dean was putting on Harry's fixed glasses Parvati came in and rushed to them. "Harry, Harry, Hermione's alive! Draco Malfoy's got her, he's got Ron too, they didn't seemed armed with wands they're walking up to a hill-" Harry was already up and walking as fast as possible.
"Harry! HARRY!" Dean called and Harry just ignored him. Harry ran as fast as he could trying to the resist the urge to sit down. Hills? What hills? There must have been a thousand hills surrounding the place. Harry found a door and ran out looking in the distance for any small figures.
Harry kept walking, looking for them, the sun bursting from behind knolls, though it seemed it would fall any moment. Harry looked in the distance as he rounded to the back of the castle. Then Harry heard a faint yell and ran into its direction. Harry walked up two small hills and finally saw Ron in the distance, sitting in a chair, trapped in ropes.
"Ron!" Harry yelled. Ron's head turned slightly and Harry limped over. Finally he fell to the ground besides him.
"Harry!" Ron said surprised. "You look-"
"Terrible I know, what's going on?" Harry asked as he got up the strength to sit up and grab his wand.
"Wand might not do it." Ron said then stared ahead. Harry frowned and followed his gaze. Down there Hermione seemed unable to move her legs and she was staring bravely at Malfoy who walked around her. A gold but almost clear wall separated them from Harry and Ron.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, for he couldn't understand what they were saying.
"Son of a bitch wants to end it. Now." Ron said angrily. Harry supposed he felt extremely irritated that he was tied up and couldn't do anything about Hermione and Malfoy.
"What, he wants to kill her?" Harry said shocked.
"I don't know what he wants, think he's insane." Ron said.
Draco seemed perfectly sane for a Malfoy, and Harry thought if he did go crazy that it'd probably happen after his wife died...after he lost everything.
"I don't know what he wants, either." Harry said. Closure was probably it.
"Okay, lets see who will win." Malfoy said steeping back. He pointed his wand at her legs and Hermione fell to the ground.
"Hermione! C'mon, untie me." Ron said.
Harry shrugged. "How?"
"Didn't you ever finish school? C'mon, just try something." Ron said. He was staring at Hermione and Harry could see in his eyes that if she were hurt, he would be too.
Harry felt the ropes. He *had* never finished school, none of them did, because of Voldemort. Harry thought of spells.
"Come on!" Ron said.
Harry looked at Hermione and Malfoy. "Some people know how to fight." When they weren't yelling spells, they were kicking, punching, ducking, walking on walls, jumping, fighting so professional like they had practiced it.
Ron smiled proudly. "Yeah okay, just try some spells."
Harry tried spells that break things, move things, untie things, unlock things but nothing seemed to work. Plus he was missing all the fighting. Ron sometimes yelled things and would always shift in his seat.
Harry looked up and saw them. Both looked worn out. Then Malfoy murmured something and a sword slid out of his wand. Hermione did the same.
"Lets end it- no 'unforgivable curses' no child spells that we can block-" Malfoy swung his sword and stepped closer to Hermione. He said something but Harry couldn't hear it. Hermione replied with something. Malfoy said something before stepping back. Hermione looked at him suspiciously. Then he lunged at her and she slid out of the way.
"Harry, hurry their using swords!" Ron said loudly and started jumping in his chair.
"Stop moving!" Harry said looking at the rope. Then he looked closely. Small arrows were running down the rope. He followed them...
"Ahh!" Harry heard Hermione scream and looked up. Malfoy had made a long thin cut on Hermione's arm.
"HARRY HURRY!" Ron yelled.
"I'm trying!" Harry yelled as he followed the arrows. Ron repeatedly told him to hurry as more groans of pain came from both Hermione and Malfoy.
"Harry!" Ron yelled.
"I'M TRYING!" Harry yelled as he finally got to a spot underneath Ron's chair where the arrows lead. It was a small metal ball. Harry squeezed it and the ball popped. "GO RON, GO!" Harry said as Ron stood up and started running shaking the ropes off him and Harry started running after him.
As it all seemed in slow motion Ron and Harry running towards the golden wall and Ron yelling a spell, Hermione and Malfoy swinging their swords and stopped each others then Malfoy swinging his down to release and then Hermione's sword making a full circle and finally pushing it in...Into Malfoy.
"HERMIONE!!!!!" Ron yelled.
Hermione let go and stared down at it, as Malfoy slid it out of him. Malfoy touched the wound with his hand, slapped Hermione with it and took his sword and slid it against her neck. "It's over. You're over."
Ron and Harry had frozen on their spot, feet away from the both of them. Then as everything came back to its own speed, maybe a little faster, Ron ran to Hermione and put his arm around her and they fell to the ground. Malfoy fell to the ground as well, his eyes wide and Harry went to his side.
"Malfoy- Malfoy- Draco, Draco, say something, keep talking, where's my wand..."
Malfoy held Harry's wand up and threw it away before Harry could grab it. "Whose necklace is that?"
"Voldemort's now, keep talking, let us find some kind of help..."
Malfoy groaned. "Lisa, Lisa...I love..."
"Okay, you love Lisa, Ron what do I do?" Harry said, frightened.
"Selma. I love Selma." Malfoy said then closed his eyes and was still.
Harry's eyes widened. "Malfoy?!" Harry shook him, but nothing happened. More blood...
Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. Ron was holding Hermione around his arms demanding softly that Hermione say something. He looked at Harry with eyes of puzzlement and looked at Malfoy with even wider eyes.
Hermione's cheek was stained with a blood handprint, her neck revealed a thin red cut. She was frozen in her sitting position still breathing softly and Harry was sure she was having some kind of breakdown. Her sword lay besides her, the blood shinning against the dusk sky.
One down.
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I'm sorry! They're all going to meet an end in this world... As you can see, they won't face it all at the same time.
Also I couldn't focus much of Voldemort and any kind of plan because this story isn't about him, but I needed him there to create the hardships, because the confusion and hardships is like, the point of the story.