Chapter 38-War
A/N There will be forty chapters in this story total. Also, a big thanks to my anonymous reviewer spiked_unicorn for my 150th review. My god, this chapter was 5 pages long.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
Hermione stared at the vast array of...peoples in Voldemort's army. Deatheaters, Dementors, trolls, Slytherin students, even a few giants were in his ranks. On Hermione's side, there were not nearly as many people, but they all were volunteering to do this. Hermione shot the first spell at the Deatheater closest and the war began. Spells were shot from both sides all at once. Hermione was shot with a tickling spell and Harry reversed it. Many people were being stunned and killed on both sides.
Hermione noticed that Harry was trying to stay away from Voldemort because of his scar. Hermione went to the back of the crowd and sang out a note, it was more of a shield for her side than anything else. Draco and Little Dragon were beside her and the other heirs soon joined them. Harry made it so that it was raining on the enemy and lightning was striking down the dementors, trolls, and giants, but Hermione could tell that it took an uncountable amount of energy to do this and so he was doing it slowly. Hermione was having just as hard a time with her shield and she was losing energy very quickly. Draco had sauntered off into the dark forest and was now back. Centaurs and Aragon's family along with magical animals were helping as well. Ron was pausing time occasionally so that they could help people that were in danger. Hermione felt Sirius, several students, a teacher, and her mother go down from inside her thin shield, which was getting thinner by the second.
Hermione called on the last of her reserves of power (without using the extra power given to her by being La Principessa Delle Stelle) and summoned the Sword of Knowledge as well as the Swords of Love, Life, and Light. She took the four Swords in her arms and gave them to Harry, Ron, and Draco. She looked at them sadly and said, "I'm sorry," and then willed herself into eagle-form with her Sword clutched in her talons.
She flew to the head of her army and transformed before giving her apologies to them as well. Then she felt time stop. When she could feel it going again, Ron, Harry and Draco were beside her. She smiled bleakly at them and turned around to what was left of Voldemort's army, which was still a considerable amount of people, at least one person (or dementor, troll, or giant) to each person of hers. But her side had some very inexperienced wizards, giving her a slight disadvantage. Hermione turned around and took down what was left of her shield that had been holding her students and staff safe. The Deatheaters and Slytherins were shooting spells at them immediately. The witches and wizards that could produce a patronus were holding the dementors back. The trolls were walking around bashing people on the head until someone managed to knock them out. The giants did the same as the trolls, except that they were quite a bit harder to get rid of. The Deatheaters just shot and dodged spells. Hermione and the other heirs were fighting with swords and magic.
In a crack of thunder the Ministry was there. They turned the tides and now Voldemort was losing, badly. Hermione could no longer see Lord Voldemort; it was as if he had disappeared into thin air, which would have been probable if you could apparate on Hogwarts grounds. She turned into bird form and rose above the battle. Harry was with the Patronus group and Draco was just on his own, as was Ron. Hermione saw Voldemort sneaking to the Forbidden forest. Quickly she swooped down and informed Ron, who was furthest from the Forbidden Forest of this, turning to Draco next, then Harry, who was closest the Forest.
They met up at the edge of the Forest in time to see the hem of the Dark Lord's cloak swirl around the trunk of a tree. Hermione went after it and Little Dragon, Harry, Ron and Draco followed her lead.
Harry's POV
Little Dragon, Draco, Ron and I followed Hermione into the Forbidden Forest. Soon Little Dragon overtook Hermione and began to sniff out Voldemort's trail. Finally they got to the point where they could see his cloak hem, and then his back. They came to the clearing in which Harry remembered from serving detention with Draco in so long ago, in which Harry had first seen his enemy (first year detention with Hagrid). Voldemort turned around and faced them. All of them shuddered at what they knew was under the cloak, but stood their ground, even Harry, whose scar was paining him so terribly that it hurt to stand. He leant on Ron, but the pain was still there and getting worse.
"Ah, yes, how nice of you to join me," Came the voice.
"We aren't afraid of you, and we came to finish you off, once and for all," Hermione retorted.
Draco's POV
Draco walked behind Hermione and wrapped his arms around her protectively. "We aren't afraid of you, and we came to finish you off, once and for all," Hermione retorted. But Hermione was trembling with fear, Draco could tell, because, between his own quivers, he could feel Hermione shaking as well. Yet they still held their ground.
"Come now, little Peacekeeper, what say you and I have a little duel, no magic, just our Swords? Let's make it a little more interesting though, how about the duel, yes, of course the duel, but a duel...to the death." Draco froze as though he had been hit with Petrificus Totalus.
Ron's POV
Voldemort's proposition was insane, but what was more, was that Hermione nodded, saying, "Sounds fair enough."
So, it was a duel to the death. Hermione's lover, her cousin, and her friend were too stunned to object. Lord Voldemort had one more thing to say though, to all of them, at least.
"One more thing though, do we really need an audience? No, I don't suppose we do. Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!" Ron saw a flash of green light coming at him and before he could say anything it hit him.
Hermione's POV
Lord Voldemort had just killed the three people dearest to her. They were almost alone in the clearing. He raised his wand one last time and yelled "Avada Kedavra!" Little Dragon dropped dead beside Hermione. Now Hermione was shaking with rage. She hefted the Sword of Knowledge and on an impulse, touched the point to the black stone in the white star on her forehead. The blade glowed white with a calming air about it and Hermione felt trust toward the blade in her hand and let it do the work.
While this was happening Lord Voldemort had drawn his blade as well, and it was elfin made as hers was. His glowed black, and had an air of chaos around it that she could feel from where she stood. She shuddered as they began to duel. Somehow, her Sword seemed to know what it was doing and Hermione was tired, so she let the Sword take over and do what it had to do. This must have had something to do with putting it to her forehead; it had not felt like this before.
He swung slowly, and Hermione parried easily. He was surprised and he swung faster. Hermione parried again. He lunged at her, trusting his blade where her heart would be. She retreated and he pulled back, she feinted left and went right, slicing his shoulder. Now he was really mad because she had gotten him and he still hadn't touched her.
Hermione lunged and he backed off, only to make her advance on him. Now they were both caught in an intricate dance in which one wrong move could bring your death. They advanced and retreated, lunging, thrusting, parrying and dodging. Hermione tripped over a root and fought off Voldemort from the ground, it was impossible to get up. She swung her leg and he fell, not expecting that. Hermione leapt to her feet and so did he.
They began their dance once more, but Hermione had the edge, she was swinging quickly and without pause between swings. Voldemort was blocking her, but just barely, so she went faster, advancing quicker, a nick here, a small stab there. He had gotten her a few times as well, but his count was nothing compared to hers. He tripped and she placed her blade at his throat, standing beside his head so that he could not have tripped her if he had tried.
"Good bye, Voldemort," she said, before thrusting her blade into his neck (I know, kinda gruesome). Hermione dropped to her knees and her blade stopped glowing. After a moment or two she stood up and levitated Voldemort's body, then she levitated the bodies of her friends as well. Hermione walked back to the war in a direct way that took only a few minutes, much less than on her first trip to the clearing.
She headed towards the middle of the still-raging war. On her way she saw Snape fighting four Deatheaters, keeping them from Professor McGonagall's mangled body (awww), as well as Madame Pomphrey rushing about curing what she could, and students fighting with others. Hermione reached the middle of the battlefield and made her voice louder with her wand.
"Voldemort is dead," she announced. All the fighting stopped at once. Many from Voldemort's side dropped their weapons without protest, others were a little harder to persuade.
Hermione looked in dismay at the many dead bodies, stunned people, injured people, from both sides, and grimaced. Then she knew what she had to do. She started to glow red as she had done two times before. She rose up in the air, and all eyes were on her. She writhed as she pulled out her wings, then beat them to stay up there, she had only enough energy to do her task, not even enough to keep her in the air without aid. She sang a note, and every one of her students, staff, helpers, and friends were enveloped in a bubble that pulsed with violet and red electricity.
Hermione changed notes and everyone that was covered in a bubble was either fully healed or alive, or both. Hermione dropped to the ground to be caught by Draco. He held her and her light was diminishing quickly. "I'm sorry, but I had to, I'll see you in death," she whispered hoarsely. And then her light was gone, and so was her life. Draco sat there with her in his arms, not wanting to believe that she was dead, but she was, she was dead. Only when the realization sank in did he cry, and he didn't just cry, he sobbed.
A/N
I am really sorry that I had to do that, but please don't get mad at me, and please don't flame.
Hermione Girl3: When did I say they were late for potions, I said that they had fifteen minutes until potions, they weren't late.
Sarah: Well, Hermione needs all the help she can get, why not let the young peoples fight too?
A/N There will be forty chapters in this story total. Also, a big thanks to my anonymous reviewer spiked_unicorn for my 150th review. My god, this chapter was 5 pages long.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
Hermione stared at the vast array of...peoples in Voldemort's army. Deatheaters, Dementors, trolls, Slytherin students, even a few giants were in his ranks. On Hermione's side, there were not nearly as many people, but they all were volunteering to do this. Hermione shot the first spell at the Deatheater closest and the war began. Spells were shot from both sides all at once. Hermione was shot with a tickling spell and Harry reversed it. Many people were being stunned and killed on both sides.
Hermione noticed that Harry was trying to stay away from Voldemort because of his scar. Hermione went to the back of the crowd and sang out a note, it was more of a shield for her side than anything else. Draco and Little Dragon were beside her and the other heirs soon joined them. Harry made it so that it was raining on the enemy and lightning was striking down the dementors, trolls, and giants, but Hermione could tell that it took an uncountable amount of energy to do this and so he was doing it slowly. Hermione was having just as hard a time with her shield and she was losing energy very quickly. Draco had sauntered off into the dark forest and was now back. Centaurs and Aragon's family along with magical animals were helping as well. Ron was pausing time occasionally so that they could help people that were in danger. Hermione felt Sirius, several students, a teacher, and her mother go down from inside her thin shield, which was getting thinner by the second.
Hermione called on the last of her reserves of power (without using the extra power given to her by being La Principessa Delle Stelle) and summoned the Sword of Knowledge as well as the Swords of Love, Life, and Light. She took the four Swords in her arms and gave them to Harry, Ron, and Draco. She looked at them sadly and said, "I'm sorry," and then willed herself into eagle-form with her Sword clutched in her talons.
She flew to the head of her army and transformed before giving her apologies to them as well. Then she felt time stop. When she could feel it going again, Ron, Harry and Draco were beside her. She smiled bleakly at them and turned around to what was left of Voldemort's army, which was still a considerable amount of people, at least one person (or dementor, troll, or giant) to each person of hers. But her side had some very inexperienced wizards, giving her a slight disadvantage. Hermione turned around and took down what was left of her shield that had been holding her students and staff safe. The Deatheaters and Slytherins were shooting spells at them immediately. The witches and wizards that could produce a patronus were holding the dementors back. The trolls were walking around bashing people on the head until someone managed to knock them out. The giants did the same as the trolls, except that they were quite a bit harder to get rid of. The Deatheaters just shot and dodged spells. Hermione and the other heirs were fighting with swords and magic.
In a crack of thunder the Ministry was there. They turned the tides and now Voldemort was losing, badly. Hermione could no longer see Lord Voldemort; it was as if he had disappeared into thin air, which would have been probable if you could apparate on Hogwarts grounds. She turned into bird form and rose above the battle. Harry was with the Patronus group and Draco was just on his own, as was Ron. Hermione saw Voldemort sneaking to the Forbidden forest. Quickly she swooped down and informed Ron, who was furthest from the Forbidden Forest of this, turning to Draco next, then Harry, who was closest the Forest.
They met up at the edge of the Forest in time to see the hem of the Dark Lord's cloak swirl around the trunk of a tree. Hermione went after it and Little Dragon, Harry, Ron and Draco followed her lead.
Harry's POV
Little Dragon, Draco, Ron and I followed Hermione into the Forbidden Forest. Soon Little Dragon overtook Hermione and began to sniff out Voldemort's trail. Finally they got to the point where they could see his cloak hem, and then his back. They came to the clearing in which Harry remembered from serving detention with Draco in so long ago, in which Harry had first seen his enemy (first year detention with Hagrid). Voldemort turned around and faced them. All of them shuddered at what they knew was under the cloak, but stood their ground, even Harry, whose scar was paining him so terribly that it hurt to stand. He leant on Ron, but the pain was still there and getting worse.
"Ah, yes, how nice of you to join me," Came the voice.
"We aren't afraid of you, and we came to finish you off, once and for all," Hermione retorted.
Draco's POV
Draco walked behind Hermione and wrapped his arms around her protectively. "We aren't afraid of you, and we came to finish you off, once and for all," Hermione retorted. But Hermione was trembling with fear, Draco could tell, because, between his own quivers, he could feel Hermione shaking as well. Yet they still held their ground.
"Come now, little Peacekeeper, what say you and I have a little duel, no magic, just our Swords? Let's make it a little more interesting though, how about the duel, yes, of course the duel, but a duel...to the death." Draco froze as though he had been hit with Petrificus Totalus.
Ron's POV
Voldemort's proposition was insane, but what was more, was that Hermione nodded, saying, "Sounds fair enough."
So, it was a duel to the death. Hermione's lover, her cousin, and her friend were too stunned to object. Lord Voldemort had one more thing to say though, to all of them, at least.
"One more thing though, do we really need an audience? No, I don't suppose we do. Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!" Ron saw a flash of green light coming at him and before he could say anything it hit him.
Hermione's POV
Lord Voldemort had just killed the three people dearest to her. They were almost alone in the clearing. He raised his wand one last time and yelled "Avada Kedavra!" Little Dragon dropped dead beside Hermione. Now Hermione was shaking with rage. She hefted the Sword of Knowledge and on an impulse, touched the point to the black stone in the white star on her forehead. The blade glowed white with a calming air about it and Hermione felt trust toward the blade in her hand and let it do the work.
While this was happening Lord Voldemort had drawn his blade as well, and it was elfin made as hers was. His glowed black, and had an air of chaos around it that she could feel from where she stood. She shuddered as they began to duel. Somehow, her Sword seemed to know what it was doing and Hermione was tired, so she let the Sword take over and do what it had to do. This must have had something to do with putting it to her forehead; it had not felt like this before.
He swung slowly, and Hermione parried easily. He was surprised and he swung faster. Hermione parried again. He lunged at her, trusting his blade where her heart would be. She retreated and he pulled back, she feinted left and went right, slicing his shoulder. Now he was really mad because she had gotten him and he still hadn't touched her.
Hermione lunged and he backed off, only to make her advance on him. Now they were both caught in an intricate dance in which one wrong move could bring your death. They advanced and retreated, lunging, thrusting, parrying and dodging. Hermione tripped over a root and fought off Voldemort from the ground, it was impossible to get up. She swung her leg and he fell, not expecting that. Hermione leapt to her feet and so did he.
They began their dance once more, but Hermione had the edge, she was swinging quickly and without pause between swings. Voldemort was blocking her, but just barely, so she went faster, advancing quicker, a nick here, a small stab there. He had gotten her a few times as well, but his count was nothing compared to hers. He tripped and she placed her blade at his throat, standing beside his head so that he could not have tripped her if he had tried.
"Good bye, Voldemort," she said, before thrusting her blade into his neck (I know, kinda gruesome). Hermione dropped to her knees and her blade stopped glowing. After a moment or two she stood up and levitated Voldemort's body, then she levitated the bodies of her friends as well. Hermione walked back to the war in a direct way that took only a few minutes, much less than on her first trip to the clearing.
She headed towards the middle of the still-raging war. On her way she saw Snape fighting four Deatheaters, keeping them from Professor McGonagall's mangled body (awww), as well as Madame Pomphrey rushing about curing what she could, and students fighting with others. Hermione reached the middle of the battlefield and made her voice louder with her wand.
"Voldemort is dead," she announced. All the fighting stopped at once. Many from Voldemort's side dropped their weapons without protest, others were a little harder to persuade.
Hermione looked in dismay at the many dead bodies, stunned people, injured people, from both sides, and grimaced. Then she knew what she had to do. She started to glow red as she had done two times before. She rose up in the air, and all eyes were on her. She writhed as she pulled out her wings, then beat them to stay up there, she had only enough energy to do her task, not even enough to keep her in the air without aid. She sang a note, and every one of her students, staff, helpers, and friends were enveloped in a bubble that pulsed with violet and red electricity.
Hermione changed notes and everyone that was covered in a bubble was either fully healed or alive, or both. Hermione dropped to the ground to be caught by Draco. He held her and her light was diminishing quickly. "I'm sorry, but I had to, I'll see you in death," she whispered hoarsely. And then her light was gone, and so was her life. Draco sat there with her in his arms, not wanting to believe that she was dead, but she was, she was dead. Only when the realization sank in did he cry, and he didn't just cry, he sobbed.
A/N
I am really sorry that I had to do that, but please don't get mad at me, and please don't flame.
Hermione Girl3: When did I say they were late for potions, I said that they had fifteen minutes until potions, they weren't late.
Sarah: Well, Hermione needs all the help she can get, why not let the young peoples fight too?
