Hermione sat by the lake, watching Harry and Ron swimming. They bobbed up
and down in the water, like blobs of pink Gloop in a sea of blue Plobble.
Ron's red head vanished for a moment, reappearing near Lavender and
Pavarti, who sun baked on the shore.
It was supposedly a Hogsmead Weekend, but while the majority of the school sped through Zonko's and ., most of the Gryffindor sixth years were enjoying the silence and desertion of the castle.
Hermione preferred to sit near the lake and watch than to actually take part in the swimming. Turning back to her diary, she wrote her final entry.
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Lucius watched the school from the shelter of the forest, aware of the various Goblins and Trolls arranged at strategic intervals throughout the trees behind him. They waited for his signal before marching out to take over the last pocket of resistance.
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Fang was the first to fall. Teeth clamped in the rear of one particularly ugly troll, he couldn't let go in time to save himself from a Goblin's axe blow through the middle. Cleaved nearly in two, the valiant canine held true to his intended victim, having had practice on various rock cakes and homemade toffee.
Lucius watched as gleefully as his pride would allow, meaning that he allowed a half-smile to briefly appear on his Adonis-tic face. Teachers, unprepared for such a full-scale attack, fought as best they could. It was too much to hope they would get out alive.
His half-smiled became a smirk.
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Minerva McGonagal, deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration teacher, watched in horror as students were hewn down in front of her. Blood flowed freely on the floors of Hogwarts. Students, panicking and trying to escape, slipped on their classmate's blood.
Taking a third year student by the arm, she directed her towards the dungeon stairwell. A quick prayer of thanks for the Prefects and Heads of Houses for their quick thinking was all she could manage as she directed still more students out of harms club-range.
She wondered briefly how many of them would get out of this alive.
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Hermione glanced up as a shadow blocked the sun. She saw the axe a moment before it hit, allowing surprise to be the last expression on her face.
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"HERMIONE! Noooooooooooo!" Harry swung around at Ron's scream in time to see the killing blow. He was aware of more screaming, unaware, however, that it was his own.
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Dumbledore stole through the dungeon, lighting lanterns with the flick of his wand. Students followed in a strange silence, broken occasionally by sobs and soft sniffles. The school had taken a heavy loss that morning, losing two-thirds of the school population.
At around lunchtime he had heard from a couple of the Hogsmead survivors. The tiny Wizarding village was destroyed; with it the majority of the younger pupils. With a heavy heart, he led the way, deeper than any of the students had ever been. Harry was a step behind him.
It was supposedly a Hogsmead Weekend, but while the majority of the school sped through Zonko's and ., most of the Gryffindor sixth years were enjoying the silence and desertion of the castle.
Hermione preferred to sit near the lake and watch than to actually take part in the swimming. Turning back to her diary, she wrote her final entry.
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Lucius watched the school from the shelter of the forest, aware of the various Goblins and Trolls arranged at strategic intervals throughout the trees behind him. They waited for his signal before marching out to take over the last pocket of resistance.
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Fang was the first to fall. Teeth clamped in the rear of one particularly ugly troll, he couldn't let go in time to save himself from a Goblin's axe blow through the middle. Cleaved nearly in two, the valiant canine held true to his intended victim, having had practice on various rock cakes and homemade toffee.
Lucius watched as gleefully as his pride would allow, meaning that he allowed a half-smile to briefly appear on his Adonis-tic face. Teachers, unprepared for such a full-scale attack, fought as best they could. It was too much to hope they would get out alive.
His half-smiled became a smirk.
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Minerva McGonagal, deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration teacher, watched in horror as students were hewn down in front of her. Blood flowed freely on the floors of Hogwarts. Students, panicking and trying to escape, slipped on their classmate's blood.
Taking a third year student by the arm, she directed her towards the dungeon stairwell. A quick prayer of thanks for the Prefects and Heads of Houses for their quick thinking was all she could manage as she directed still more students out of harms club-range.
She wondered briefly how many of them would get out of this alive.
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Hermione glanced up as a shadow blocked the sun. She saw the axe a moment before it hit, allowing surprise to be the last expression on her face.
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"HERMIONE! Noooooooooooo!" Harry swung around at Ron's scream in time to see the killing blow. He was aware of more screaming, unaware, however, that it was his own.
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Dumbledore stole through the dungeon, lighting lanterns with the flick of his wand. Students followed in a strange silence, broken occasionally by sobs and soft sniffles. The school had taken a heavy loss that morning, losing two-thirds of the school population.
At around lunchtime he had heard from a couple of the Hogsmead survivors. The tiny Wizarding village was destroyed; with it the majority of the younger pupils. With a heavy heart, he led the way, deeper than any of the students had ever been. Harry was a step behind him.