A breeze flittered past, blowing leaves into swirls above the forest
ground. Darkness had fallen upon the forest, making eerie shadows loom
across the forest. In a clearing of the forest, a patch of dusty ground was
surrounded by tall oaks. Two cloaked figures were spread on the floor, one
twitching in pain and the other seemingly lifeless.
Voldemort and his lackey Malfoy, were laughing maliciously as they held their wands out and tied Hermione and Ron to trees close by. Hermione struggled helplessly against the string of magic binding her. She looked up desperately to see if Ron was alright.
Ron's blazing red hair was matted as blood ran down the back of his head. His head slumped over his chest, the binds swirled around him and tightened. Causing red marks to appear onto his skin. Malfoy, who was whispering the spell to bind him, smirked with glee.
Once the binds stopped, Malfoy thoroughly checked them, before pulling his fist back and slamming a punch into Ron's face. Ron's head bounced back against the tree trunk as the ring on Malfoy's finger tore a gash above his eye.
Hermione screamed in outrage. "Malfoy! Get away from him. Leave him alone. Stop it Malfoy!"
Malfoy's eyes sparkled with malice as he looked up at Hermione. His mouth turned into and ugly scowl as he spat at Hermione's feet. Striding towards her angrily, he carelessly pushed past Voldemort, and grabbed Hermione by the chin.
"You filthy little mudblood. You think that you are above me. That you're better than me just because you know everything!"
The grip on her chin tightened to the point that Hermione felt as if her jaw would snap in half.
"Well, I've got news for you. You're nothing a filthy little cockroach that I'm going to immensely enjoy grinding under my foot."
With a quick movement he reached into the dark folds of his cloak and pulled out a shiny pocket knife. With a slight flip the knife flew into the air and glinted in the silvery moonlight. Catching it with a snatch, Malfoy's hand gripped the handle then buried it deep into Hermione's shoulder. She screamed in terror and pain. A dark laugh could be heard in the back ground.
Malfoy, still gripping Hermione's chin tightly, moved in closer until he was looking directly into her eyes, only an inch apart.
"This is but a taste of what's to come, my precious." Malfoy muttered as he leaned in and viciously kissed Hermione on the mouth.
The pain in her shoulder was nothing compared to the disgust she was feeling as Malfoy kissed her. She tried to turn her head away but Malfoy's grip tightened. As he continued the onslaught, Hermione clamped down her teeth into the sensitive skin of Malfoy's lips.
Malfoy pushed himself off of Hermione in a hurry. He reached up and touched his painful lip. Blood dripped onto his hand and he could feel his lip begin to throb. Spitting the blood from his mouth, Malfoy wiped the blood with his cloak sleeve. He reached up to the knife that was still embedded in Hermione's shoulder and viciously twisted it before sliding it out.
Hermione bit her own lip in an attempt not to cry out in pain. She was beginning to feel light headed as she watched Malfoy drop the blood smeared knife to the forest floor.
"My best friend has been possessed by his arch-nemesis, my boyfriend is unconscious and probably bleeding to death, and I can do absolutely nothing to help them." Hermione shook her head to shake the haze that threatened to overcome her mind. "If only I had my wand."
Hermione lifted her sore head and her gaze swept across her surroundings. Malfoy and Voldemort had gathered into a tight corner, whispering to each other of their evil plot. Professor Snape lay in the middle of the forest clearing twitching violently and Cho lay in a heap, close by.
Hermione felt a strong surge of disgust as she thought of Cho. " She is Voldemort's daughter. How could she deceive Harry like that?" But as these thoughts flashed into her mind she felt ashamed. She remembered the prejudice that Hagrid faced as a half-giant, and everyone knew that Hagrid would never hurt a fly. Cho couldn't help who her father was.
"I'm sure she wouldn't want any of this to happen.Cho!" Hermione's head snapped up as an idea began to form in her mind. " Cho could still have her wand. If I can wake her up, maybe she'll be able to help us."
Checking to see that Malfoy and Voldemort were still occupied, Hermione sought into the depths of her mind. Just as Professor Lorien had taught her in her study of wandless magic. Every witch and wizard has a limited amount of magic fusion energy hidden in their brains. This store can only be used by a wizard or witch in dire times, and only with the correct procedure.
Squeezing her eyes shut she concentrated on searching for her fusion energy. In the darkness of her mind Hermione, desperately searched. Sweat began to bead at her forehead as she focused all her energy into finding her store. Suddenly a flash of purple light appeared before her eyes and she knew that she had found it.
In her mind she reached out and touched the glowing purple light. The light intensified and Hermione felt a tingling sensation flow through her body. Her eyes flew opened and she used her new found energy to communicate with the lifeless figure of Cho.
Hermione felt herself disconnect from her body and float on the purple light towards Cho. Her transparent body floated through the clearing unnoticed by Malfoy or Voldemort. Hermione reached down to Cho and slowly picked her up. Lifting her face, Hermione was shocked to see Cho's eyes were opened but her they were completely devoid of life.
Hermione shook Cho trying to get a response.
"Cho, You have to fight this. You have to overcome your father's curse. You're the only one who can kill Voldemort. We need you to awaken and stop him, before he kills any more. Cho, We have to save Harry." Hermione shook her even harder. "Please Cho, you have to fight this. We have to save Harry."
Hermione leant down and rested her forehead on top of Cho's. She could feel her fusion energy pulsating in her blood and slowly she whispered "Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel tielyanna nu vilya." The heat of the purple light began to waver, then slowly flickered before dying out. Hermione collapsed as the sudden rush of energy was halted. Her presence was then sucked back into her tree bound body.
Once back in her body, Hermione was almost crippled by all the aches and pains she was feeling. She looked up anxiously to where Cho's body lay. There was no change, she hadn't moved an inch. Hermione felt like bursting into tears as all hope fled. The muscles in her throat tightened, and her eyes began to blur with tears. Then, through her blurry vision, Hermione noticed a flash of purple light above Cho's head. She quickly blinked to clear her vision, and began to pray fervently that Cho would awaken.
Meanwhile, Malfoy was getting sick and tired of hanging around the dark forest as the Dark Lord planned his next victim. He wanted to have a little fun of his own, and the mudblood seemed like a good place to start.
"Let me kill her."
Voldemort turned towards his pale blonde haired follower and raised a dark eyebrow. "Fine, if it will help you concentrate on more important things I will let you kill her.You can have that rat Weasley as well."
Malfoy spun around towards Hermione and Ron, chuckling with delight. Quickly scooping his dropped knife from the forest floor, he twirled his blood ridden pocket knife in his right hand.
"We're gonna have some fun tonight, Hermione" Malfoy sneered. "We're gonna have a slashing good time."
Hermione looked up fearfully, from Cho's slowly rising body to Malfoy, then towards Voldemort. As Malfoy continued with his intimidating strut towards her, Hermione stared at Voldemort.
"You are nothing but a lost soul. A worthless cloud of mist that requires other people to live. A leech, a virus. Without your stupid lackeys you would be nothing. You couldn't defeat Harry so you took over his body. You believed that if you took over his body you would kill him once and for all. But you were deadly wrong. Harry Potter will live on. He will live on in the memories of every witch and wizard. He will live on in the hearts of all of his friends. He will live on to those who loved him. And through this he will still defeat you."
Voldemort anger was very apparent as he stormed towards Hermione. He shoved at Malfoy and grabbed the knife from his hand. With a vicious scream, he threw the knife straight at Hermione.
Hermione's heart beat became erratic as she watched the knife hurtle towards her.
( Insert tense music. Hope you like it. Sorry it went a bit soap opera-ish with Hermione talking to herself.) *Thanks again to everyone who has read and reviewed my story. Umm.especially Halfling.*
Disclaimer: I do not any of these characters, they all belong to J.K Rowling.
Voldemort and his lackey Malfoy, were laughing maliciously as they held their wands out and tied Hermione and Ron to trees close by. Hermione struggled helplessly against the string of magic binding her. She looked up desperately to see if Ron was alright.
Ron's blazing red hair was matted as blood ran down the back of his head. His head slumped over his chest, the binds swirled around him and tightened. Causing red marks to appear onto his skin. Malfoy, who was whispering the spell to bind him, smirked with glee.
Once the binds stopped, Malfoy thoroughly checked them, before pulling his fist back and slamming a punch into Ron's face. Ron's head bounced back against the tree trunk as the ring on Malfoy's finger tore a gash above his eye.
Hermione screamed in outrage. "Malfoy! Get away from him. Leave him alone. Stop it Malfoy!"
Malfoy's eyes sparkled with malice as he looked up at Hermione. His mouth turned into and ugly scowl as he spat at Hermione's feet. Striding towards her angrily, he carelessly pushed past Voldemort, and grabbed Hermione by the chin.
"You filthy little mudblood. You think that you are above me. That you're better than me just because you know everything!"
The grip on her chin tightened to the point that Hermione felt as if her jaw would snap in half.
"Well, I've got news for you. You're nothing a filthy little cockroach that I'm going to immensely enjoy grinding under my foot."
With a quick movement he reached into the dark folds of his cloak and pulled out a shiny pocket knife. With a slight flip the knife flew into the air and glinted in the silvery moonlight. Catching it with a snatch, Malfoy's hand gripped the handle then buried it deep into Hermione's shoulder. She screamed in terror and pain. A dark laugh could be heard in the back ground.
Malfoy, still gripping Hermione's chin tightly, moved in closer until he was looking directly into her eyes, only an inch apart.
"This is but a taste of what's to come, my precious." Malfoy muttered as he leaned in and viciously kissed Hermione on the mouth.
The pain in her shoulder was nothing compared to the disgust she was feeling as Malfoy kissed her. She tried to turn her head away but Malfoy's grip tightened. As he continued the onslaught, Hermione clamped down her teeth into the sensitive skin of Malfoy's lips.
Malfoy pushed himself off of Hermione in a hurry. He reached up and touched his painful lip. Blood dripped onto his hand and he could feel his lip begin to throb. Spitting the blood from his mouth, Malfoy wiped the blood with his cloak sleeve. He reached up to the knife that was still embedded in Hermione's shoulder and viciously twisted it before sliding it out.
Hermione bit her own lip in an attempt not to cry out in pain. She was beginning to feel light headed as she watched Malfoy drop the blood smeared knife to the forest floor.
"My best friend has been possessed by his arch-nemesis, my boyfriend is unconscious and probably bleeding to death, and I can do absolutely nothing to help them." Hermione shook her head to shake the haze that threatened to overcome her mind. "If only I had my wand."
Hermione lifted her sore head and her gaze swept across her surroundings. Malfoy and Voldemort had gathered into a tight corner, whispering to each other of their evil plot. Professor Snape lay in the middle of the forest clearing twitching violently and Cho lay in a heap, close by.
Hermione felt a strong surge of disgust as she thought of Cho. " She is Voldemort's daughter. How could she deceive Harry like that?" But as these thoughts flashed into her mind she felt ashamed. She remembered the prejudice that Hagrid faced as a half-giant, and everyone knew that Hagrid would never hurt a fly. Cho couldn't help who her father was.
"I'm sure she wouldn't want any of this to happen.Cho!" Hermione's head snapped up as an idea began to form in her mind. " Cho could still have her wand. If I can wake her up, maybe she'll be able to help us."
Checking to see that Malfoy and Voldemort were still occupied, Hermione sought into the depths of her mind. Just as Professor Lorien had taught her in her study of wandless magic. Every witch and wizard has a limited amount of magic fusion energy hidden in their brains. This store can only be used by a wizard or witch in dire times, and only with the correct procedure.
Squeezing her eyes shut she concentrated on searching for her fusion energy. In the darkness of her mind Hermione, desperately searched. Sweat began to bead at her forehead as she focused all her energy into finding her store. Suddenly a flash of purple light appeared before her eyes and she knew that she had found it.
In her mind she reached out and touched the glowing purple light. The light intensified and Hermione felt a tingling sensation flow through her body. Her eyes flew opened and she used her new found energy to communicate with the lifeless figure of Cho.
Hermione felt herself disconnect from her body and float on the purple light towards Cho. Her transparent body floated through the clearing unnoticed by Malfoy or Voldemort. Hermione reached down to Cho and slowly picked her up. Lifting her face, Hermione was shocked to see Cho's eyes were opened but her they were completely devoid of life.
Hermione shook Cho trying to get a response.
"Cho, You have to fight this. You have to overcome your father's curse. You're the only one who can kill Voldemort. We need you to awaken and stop him, before he kills any more. Cho, We have to save Harry." Hermione shook her even harder. "Please Cho, you have to fight this. We have to save Harry."
Hermione leant down and rested her forehead on top of Cho's. She could feel her fusion energy pulsating in her blood and slowly she whispered "Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel tielyanna nu vilya." The heat of the purple light began to waver, then slowly flickered before dying out. Hermione collapsed as the sudden rush of energy was halted. Her presence was then sucked back into her tree bound body.
Once back in her body, Hermione was almost crippled by all the aches and pains she was feeling. She looked up anxiously to where Cho's body lay. There was no change, she hadn't moved an inch. Hermione felt like bursting into tears as all hope fled. The muscles in her throat tightened, and her eyes began to blur with tears. Then, through her blurry vision, Hermione noticed a flash of purple light above Cho's head. She quickly blinked to clear her vision, and began to pray fervently that Cho would awaken.
Meanwhile, Malfoy was getting sick and tired of hanging around the dark forest as the Dark Lord planned his next victim. He wanted to have a little fun of his own, and the mudblood seemed like a good place to start.
"Let me kill her."
Voldemort turned towards his pale blonde haired follower and raised a dark eyebrow. "Fine, if it will help you concentrate on more important things I will let you kill her.You can have that rat Weasley as well."
Malfoy spun around towards Hermione and Ron, chuckling with delight. Quickly scooping his dropped knife from the forest floor, he twirled his blood ridden pocket knife in his right hand.
"We're gonna have some fun tonight, Hermione" Malfoy sneered. "We're gonna have a slashing good time."
Hermione looked up fearfully, from Cho's slowly rising body to Malfoy, then towards Voldemort. As Malfoy continued with his intimidating strut towards her, Hermione stared at Voldemort.
"You are nothing but a lost soul. A worthless cloud of mist that requires other people to live. A leech, a virus. Without your stupid lackeys you would be nothing. You couldn't defeat Harry so you took over his body. You believed that if you took over his body you would kill him once and for all. But you were deadly wrong. Harry Potter will live on. He will live on in the memories of every witch and wizard. He will live on in the hearts of all of his friends. He will live on to those who loved him. And through this he will still defeat you."
Voldemort anger was very apparent as he stormed towards Hermione. He shoved at Malfoy and grabbed the knife from his hand. With a vicious scream, he threw the knife straight at Hermione.
Hermione's heart beat became erratic as she watched the knife hurtle towards her.
( Insert tense music. Hope you like it. Sorry it went a bit soap opera-ish with Hermione talking to herself.) *Thanks again to everyone who has read and reviewed my story. Umm.especially Halfling.*
Disclaimer: I do not any of these characters, they all belong to J.K Rowling.
