Author's Note: Yes, I'm back after ages of not writing. I know I keep
coming in and out in spurts, and I'm sorry, but I tend to be very busy in
spurts. It comes with the uniform, I suppose. Well, last time we checked
in, nearly all of our Hogwarts friends were lying in the mud of a blood-
soaked battlefield. Let's see if we can find a resolution in this misty
crystal ball. Too bad Sybill isn't around anymore to tell us what these
swirling symbols mean.
The rain started to fall gently on the battlefield, as if in mourning for those who lay in eternal rest there. As night fell, and the waning moon cast a slight glow from behind the parting clouds, there was some unregistered motion in the field. A young witch, assumed to be dead, opened her eyes. She lay quietly there for a moment, taking in what she could of her surroundings before she comprehended the weight that was upon her chest. She slowly rolled over while pushing the weight from her. As Ron's body slid to her side, she gasped. The realization of what must have happened dawned on her and her eyes misted over for the loss of a dear friend.
During her studies, especially after her dealings with Rita Skeeter, Hermione decided to become an animagus. She worked hard, keeping her quest secret from everyone except Harry and Ron, and finally succeeded in being able to transform herself into a calico kitten. Now, she used this skill to slink along the battlefield, trying to surmise the outcome. She paused where her mentor, Minerva McGonagall, laid. As she raised her head, she realized who else was lying in the mud nearby. Not only was Snape close, but when Professor Dumbledore died, he had fallen side by side with his long lost love. Hermione's heart wrenched at the thought, and she turned toward the forest to take cover from the rain that had again started to pour. When she realized where she was walking, she was surprised to find herself next to Harry's body.
She curled up between his arm and his torso, feeling so lost. All of the people she had once looked to for help or strength were lying on the mud and grass where those who stood for righteousness and truth were slaughtered mercilessly by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. She had seen the bodies of Dumbledore, McGonagall, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Harry all lying lifelessly. Tears coursed down her now matted fur, mixing with the raindrops.
She transfigured herself back into the lonely tear-soaked girl that she really was and spoke to the body lying at her side. "You lied to me, Harry Potter. You told me you'd never leave me."
There was a cold, cruel laugh floating from the Hogwarts castle, and it filled Hermione with such raw fury that she immediately transformed back into the calico before racing along the forest's edge towards the entrance. She slipped through the entrance without being seen, darting from shadow to shadow. She watched in horror as Neville performed the Cruciatus Curse on another student. She instantly knew that he had been under the Imperiatus Curse when he dropped to his knees and threw up. The torture was even worse for him than his victim, knowing how his parents had ended up at St. Mungo's.
She continued on to the Great Hall where she was correct in guessing that Voldemort would set up his command center. There were many Death Eaters huddled around detailed maps of England, blueprints of Ministry buildings, and profiles of the more important public figures. Voldemort himself sat in Dumbledore's chair, the Head Table was cast aside, broken in piles at the base of the dais. Her blood ran cold as she heard the shrill voice say the name of the next town to be conquered. It was the one she had grown up in, the one where her parents still lived. The kitten ran to the front of the room, becoming a girl behind the chair where the Dark Lord lounged. She pulled a sword from the suit of armor standing guard there and swung. Five green lights sped towards her, knocking her from her feet, but she had done her damage. Sir Nicholas would have been proud of her, as Volemort's head rolled down the aisle, cleanly severed from his shoulders. The Death Eaters looked from their Dark Lord to the mudblood girl who had beheaded him. Some smirked, thinking that the Dark Lord was eternal and immortal, while one, Lucius Malfoy looked more serious. He knew exactly how Voldemort could be defeated as the thought crossed his mind once or twice to assassinate him once he was in power and take all the power in the world. He knew the clean separation of head and body was the only way to keep the power that Voldemort contained from allowing him to return. He looked at the mudblood, staring at her work with eyes that would never see how she had done, and somehow knew that she had not realized that she was going to single- handedly defeat the most powerful wizard in history. She was overtaken with rage and had not known that Voldemort was vulnerable in this manner.
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Hermione felt the sword make contact before she was surrounded by green light. She felt herself get lifted from her feet, but then felt as though all he weight of the world was released from her shoulders. She felt as light as air, as though she could run for ages and never grow tired. "Oh, Harry, I wish you could feel this," she murmured aloud.
"I can, Hermione," a voice said from behind her. She spun around to see Harry, standing proud, the mud and blood washed from his hair and body. He was immaculately dressed in golden robes.
"Harry! But." She paused and saw the people walking up behind him. She saw Dumbledore and McGonagall, as they had looked in 1945, happy and carefree again. The whole Weasley family was soon behind them, with Ron grinning ear to ear. A man with Harry's untidy black hair and a woman with red hair and startlingly green eyes stood behind him. "Are... are we dead?" she asked softly.
"I think so, but I don't see a reason to be sad about it."
"But Voldemort, he'll come back, stronger than ever," she protested.
Harry, Albus, Minerva, and even James and Lily smiled at her. "No, Hermione, he won't."
"How do you know?"
"Come with me," he replied, holding his hand out for her. He led her to what appeared to be a puddle in the middle of the floor. She looked into it and saw her own body lying lifelessly behind the Headmaster's chair in the Great Hall. In the chair was the headless body of Voldemort. "You didn't even realize what you did, did you? When you took his head, his power was stripped. He will never rise again."
"I didn't even aim. I was so angry. He was going for my hometown next."
"Not to burst your bubble, but perhaps I can explain a little better," Dumbledore said as he put his hand on her shoulder. "The sword you took was placed there by Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at my request. It was the sword of Godric Gryffindor. The same sword that Harry used to defeat the Basilisk so many years ago. This sword was used to defeat the last heir of Slytherin, as it was prophesied. It knew the damage that needed to be done, and only needed a body to wield it."
"None of it really matters now, though. He has been defeated, by the time the Death Eaters discover a way to carry on, the Ministry and others will be able to stop them. Voldemort's reign of terror is over, and we can. well. 'live' in happiness together for the rest of eternity," Harry smiled as he took her hands in his. His thumb ran over the ring on her finger, reminding them both of the promise that was made what seemed like so long ago. He leaned in to kiss her, but was met more than halfway by a young woman, grateful for all the pain she had gone through. She'd never have appreciated the love and friendship of all those present had they not been torn so violently from her grip.
Author's Note: Yay!! It's over. and maybe not so bad as it could have been. ok, yes, they are all dead, but. you can't win them all, as Voldemort found out. I really don't claim this one, particularly Hermione's acts in the Great Hall. I was typing faster than I could think. There's probably some spelling errors that my spell-check didn't catch cuz I've got a new pc and the keyboard isn't broken in yet. But anyway, I guess now that I'm writing again, I might have chapter 3 of Hogwarts 2061 (which still needs a better title) up sometime sooner than next month. As always, go read some of Isis Malfoy cuz she does do a better job with it than I do and I've even had to ask her a few questions for advice and stupid other things on how to write these. She begged and pleaded and threatened my life over this story though. She really didn't want me to do what I still claim I didn't have a part in. She doesn't believe me either. So, review!!! Tell me how much you hate me for killing them all. something! I'm so review-lonely. lol. Oh, and seeing as I wrote the rest of it before the 5th book, I kept some things in this chapter even though they go against what has now become canon. Peace!!
The rain started to fall gently on the battlefield, as if in mourning for those who lay in eternal rest there. As night fell, and the waning moon cast a slight glow from behind the parting clouds, there was some unregistered motion in the field. A young witch, assumed to be dead, opened her eyes. She lay quietly there for a moment, taking in what she could of her surroundings before she comprehended the weight that was upon her chest. She slowly rolled over while pushing the weight from her. As Ron's body slid to her side, she gasped. The realization of what must have happened dawned on her and her eyes misted over for the loss of a dear friend.
During her studies, especially after her dealings with Rita Skeeter, Hermione decided to become an animagus. She worked hard, keeping her quest secret from everyone except Harry and Ron, and finally succeeded in being able to transform herself into a calico kitten. Now, she used this skill to slink along the battlefield, trying to surmise the outcome. She paused where her mentor, Minerva McGonagall, laid. As she raised her head, she realized who else was lying in the mud nearby. Not only was Snape close, but when Professor Dumbledore died, he had fallen side by side with his long lost love. Hermione's heart wrenched at the thought, and she turned toward the forest to take cover from the rain that had again started to pour. When she realized where she was walking, she was surprised to find herself next to Harry's body.
She curled up between his arm and his torso, feeling so lost. All of the people she had once looked to for help or strength were lying on the mud and grass where those who stood for righteousness and truth were slaughtered mercilessly by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. She had seen the bodies of Dumbledore, McGonagall, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Harry all lying lifelessly. Tears coursed down her now matted fur, mixing with the raindrops.
She transfigured herself back into the lonely tear-soaked girl that she really was and spoke to the body lying at her side. "You lied to me, Harry Potter. You told me you'd never leave me."
There was a cold, cruel laugh floating from the Hogwarts castle, and it filled Hermione with such raw fury that she immediately transformed back into the calico before racing along the forest's edge towards the entrance. She slipped through the entrance without being seen, darting from shadow to shadow. She watched in horror as Neville performed the Cruciatus Curse on another student. She instantly knew that he had been under the Imperiatus Curse when he dropped to his knees and threw up. The torture was even worse for him than his victim, knowing how his parents had ended up at St. Mungo's.
She continued on to the Great Hall where she was correct in guessing that Voldemort would set up his command center. There were many Death Eaters huddled around detailed maps of England, blueprints of Ministry buildings, and profiles of the more important public figures. Voldemort himself sat in Dumbledore's chair, the Head Table was cast aside, broken in piles at the base of the dais. Her blood ran cold as she heard the shrill voice say the name of the next town to be conquered. It was the one she had grown up in, the one where her parents still lived. The kitten ran to the front of the room, becoming a girl behind the chair where the Dark Lord lounged. She pulled a sword from the suit of armor standing guard there and swung. Five green lights sped towards her, knocking her from her feet, but she had done her damage. Sir Nicholas would have been proud of her, as Volemort's head rolled down the aisle, cleanly severed from his shoulders. The Death Eaters looked from their Dark Lord to the mudblood girl who had beheaded him. Some smirked, thinking that the Dark Lord was eternal and immortal, while one, Lucius Malfoy looked more serious. He knew exactly how Voldemort could be defeated as the thought crossed his mind once or twice to assassinate him once he was in power and take all the power in the world. He knew the clean separation of head and body was the only way to keep the power that Voldemort contained from allowing him to return. He looked at the mudblood, staring at her work with eyes that would never see how she had done, and somehow knew that she had not realized that she was going to single- handedly defeat the most powerful wizard in history. She was overtaken with rage and had not known that Voldemort was vulnerable in this manner.
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Hermione felt the sword make contact before she was surrounded by green light. She felt herself get lifted from her feet, but then felt as though all he weight of the world was released from her shoulders. She felt as light as air, as though she could run for ages and never grow tired. "Oh, Harry, I wish you could feel this," she murmured aloud.
"I can, Hermione," a voice said from behind her. She spun around to see Harry, standing proud, the mud and blood washed from his hair and body. He was immaculately dressed in golden robes.
"Harry! But." She paused and saw the people walking up behind him. She saw Dumbledore and McGonagall, as they had looked in 1945, happy and carefree again. The whole Weasley family was soon behind them, with Ron grinning ear to ear. A man with Harry's untidy black hair and a woman with red hair and startlingly green eyes stood behind him. "Are... are we dead?" she asked softly.
"I think so, but I don't see a reason to be sad about it."
"But Voldemort, he'll come back, stronger than ever," she protested.
Harry, Albus, Minerva, and even James and Lily smiled at her. "No, Hermione, he won't."
"How do you know?"
"Come with me," he replied, holding his hand out for her. He led her to what appeared to be a puddle in the middle of the floor. She looked into it and saw her own body lying lifelessly behind the Headmaster's chair in the Great Hall. In the chair was the headless body of Voldemort. "You didn't even realize what you did, did you? When you took his head, his power was stripped. He will never rise again."
"I didn't even aim. I was so angry. He was going for my hometown next."
"Not to burst your bubble, but perhaps I can explain a little better," Dumbledore said as he put his hand on her shoulder. "The sword you took was placed there by Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at my request. It was the sword of Godric Gryffindor. The same sword that Harry used to defeat the Basilisk so many years ago. This sword was used to defeat the last heir of Slytherin, as it was prophesied. It knew the damage that needed to be done, and only needed a body to wield it."
"None of it really matters now, though. He has been defeated, by the time the Death Eaters discover a way to carry on, the Ministry and others will be able to stop them. Voldemort's reign of terror is over, and we can. well. 'live' in happiness together for the rest of eternity," Harry smiled as he took her hands in his. His thumb ran over the ring on her finger, reminding them both of the promise that was made what seemed like so long ago. He leaned in to kiss her, but was met more than halfway by a young woman, grateful for all the pain she had gone through. She'd never have appreciated the love and friendship of all those present had they not been torn so violently from her grip.
Author's Note: Yay!! It's over. and maybe not so bad as it could have been. ok, yes, they are all dead, but. you can't win them all, as Voldemort found out. I really don't claim this one, particularly Hermione's acts in the Great Hall. I was typing faster than I could think. There's probably some spelling errors that my spell-check didn't catch cuz I've got a new pc and the keyboard isn't broken in yet. But anyway, I guess now that I'm writing again, I might have chapter 3 of Hogwarts 2061 (which still needs a better title) up sometime sooner than next month. As always, go read some of Isis Malfoy cuz she does do a better job with it than I do and I've even had to ask her a few questions for advice and stupid other things on how to write these. She begged and pleaded and threatened my life over this story though. She really didn't want me to do what I still claim I didn't have a part in. She doesn't believe me either. So, review!!! Tell me how much you hate me for killing them all. something! I'm so review-lonely. lol. Oh, and seeing as I wrote the rest of it before the 5th book, I kept some things in this chapter even though they go against what has now become canon. Peace!!