As everyone stepped into the common room, Harry grabbed Hermione.
"Hermione, I want you to stay here. I need for you to be safe." He said. Everyone stared at him, backing away, not wanting to get in the middle of them.
Hermione spun on him. "Harry, what do you think of me? I thought you needed me. Do you think I am so helpless that I cannot fight? Do you think I am so useless that you are better off without me? This is my fight too. I am a muggle-born. I am fighting for me, for my family, for those like me, and for you. Please do not ask me not to come. I do not want to be left out. I can help. I know you want to protect me, but I can take care of myself. If it were up to me, I would keep you out of the battle, but I could not do that to you. Please do not do not do that to me." "Hermione," He said," I'm sorry. I was only trying to protect you because I love you. I do need you. You are not helpless. You are the strongest person I know. Please forgive me."
"Of course I will, Harry." She smiled and pressed her lips to his. They kissed for a while, then broke apart and headed out of the portrait hole. They met the others outside and headed to meet Voldemort's army. The battle raged, each side winning some victories and losing some. Among the dead for the Order were Bill and Percy Weasley, Cho Chang, Roger Davies, and Seamus Finnegan. For the Death Eaters, Macnair, Crabbe Sr., Narcissa Malfoy, and Avery were all either dead or captured. Sparks shot through the air, both red and green, filling the air with smoke. Harry shot a spell at Goyle Sr. and looked around. He had to find Voldemort. He did not know what he was going to do, but he had to try. He was surprised to notice that he did not see Dumbledore either. He thought that he would be in the thick of things. He carefully eyed the area, trying to figure out where Voldemort would be. For a second his thoughts turned to Hermione, but then he noticed that she was holding her own, and he turned back to finding Voldemort. He finally realized by process of elimination that he was at the quidditch field, so he headed that way. When he arrived, a sight met his eyes that filled him with horror. A green light left Voldemort's wand and hit Dumbledore, who slumped and fell. Harry screamed and ran over to Dumbledore's body. He knelt by him, leaning over, hoping desperately that he was not dead.
"Harry Potter, we meet again, for the last time." Voldemort was over him. "I hope you are prepared for death, because you will not survive this day. I have decided to make your death slow and painful, since you have been getting more and more in my way. I hope you like pain, because it will be the last thing you remember. You will be seeing your parents soon. I'm using a spell now that will make everyone see this. I want them all to watch their hero, their savior, screaming, begging for mercy." Voldemort smirked and pulled out his wand."
"I won't beg from you, not now or ever. It will be you who is dying today Voldemort. You and your followers have hurt and killed enough people. It is over. I won't let you harm anyone again."
Voldemort just laughed and threw the crutacius at Harry, who yelled out a shield spell. Surprisingly, the shield was strong enough to block the spell.
"Well, well, well. It seems Mr. Potter has finally realized his potential. You are indeed a very powerful wizard. But you just aren't powerful enough." With that, Voldemort hurled a curse at Harry, one he had never heard before. It hurled through his shield and hit him full on. Instantly pain filled him, unlike any he had ever felt. It was ten times worse than the crutacius, more painful than he had ever imagined anything could be. He fell, curled up, and screamed and screamed.
"Like my curse," Voldemort smirked, "I invented it myself. I hope you enjoy it. This is for all the pain and time you have cost me. This is for getting in my way at every turn. Goodbye Harry Potter. Have fun."
"Harry," A voice shrieked as someone came running onto the field. Hermione ran to him and knelt at his side. Voldemort turned and looked at her.
"Your girlfriend, Potter. Well, maybe she wants to join you." He pointed his wand at her and said the same spell. She fell at Harry's side, shrieking. He rolled to her, trying to shield her. She leaned over and whispered something in her ear. He turned and stared at her, shock breaking through the pain.
"Maybe your girlfriend wants the pain to end. Maybe she would be happy to die. Well, I'm here to help." Voldemort turned his wand to her again.
Just as he was about to say the killing curse, Harry spun around and yelled out a spell. A golden light sped out of his wand. As it came to Voldemort, it expanded, encircling him. It then began to shrink quickly. After a few seconds there was nothing left of the spell or of Voldemort. This is what Hermione had been working on. She had invented a spell that could defeat Voldemort. Only Harry had the power to implement it. As a bonus, everyone had seen it because of Voldemorts spell.
Harry slumped back down. He and Hermione looked at each other, smiled, and let the darkness claim them.
"Hermione, I want you to stay here. I need for you to be safe." He said. Everyone stared at him, backing away, not wanting to get in the middle of them.
Hermione spun on him. "Harry, what do you think of me? I thought you needed me. Do you think I am so helpless that I cannot fight? Do you think I am so useless that you are better off without me? This is my fight too. I am a muggle-born. I am fighting for me, for my family, for those like me, and for you. Please do not ask me not to come. I do not want to be left out. I can help. I know you want to protect me, but I can take care of myself. If it were up to me, I would keep you out of the battle, but I could not do that to you. Please do not do not do that to me." "Hermione," He said," I'm sorry. I was only trying to protect you because I love you. I do need you. You are not helpless. You are the strongest person I know. Please forgive me."
"Of course I will, Harry." She smiled and pressed her lips to his. They kissed for a while, then broke apart and headed out of the portrait hole. They met the others outside and headed to meet Voldemort's army. The battle raged, each side winning some victories and losing some. Among the dead for the Order were Bill and Percy Weasley, Cho Chang, Roger Davies, and Seamus Finnegan. For the Death Eaters, Macnair, Crabbe Sr., Narcissa Malfoy, and Avery were all either dead or captured. Sparks shot through the air, both red and green, filling the air with smoke. Harry shot a spell at Goyle Sr. and looked around. He had to find Voldemort. He did not know what he was going to do, but he had to try. He was surprised to notice that he did not see Dumbledore either. He thought that he would be in the thick of things. He carefully eyed the area, trying to figure out where Voldemort would be. For a second his thoughts turned to Hermione, but then he noticed that she was holding her own, and he turned back to finding Voldemort. He finally realized by process of elimination that he was at the quidditch field, so he headed that way. When he arrived, a sight met his eyes that filled him with horror. A green light left Voldemort's wand and hit Dumbledore, who slumped and fell. Harry screamed and ran over to Dumbledore's body. He knelt by him, leaning over, hoping desperately that he was not dead.
"Harry Potter, we meet again, for the last time." Voldemort was over him. "I hope you are prepared for death, because you will not survive this day. I have decided to make your death slow and painful, since you have been getting more and more in my way. I hope you like pain, because it will be the last thing you remember. You will be seeing your parents soon. I'm using a spell now that will make everyone see this. I want them all to watch their hero, their savior, screaming, begging for mercy." Voldemort smirked and pulled out his wand."
"I won't beg from you, not now or ever. It will be you who is dying today Voldemort. You and your followers have hurt and killed enough people. It is over. I won't let you harm anyone again."
Voldemort just laughed and threw the crutacius at Harry, who yelled out a shield spell. Surprisingly, the shield was strong enough to block the spell.
"Well, well, well. It seems Mr. Potter has finally realized his potential. You are indeed a very powerful wizard. But you just aren't powerful enough." With that, Voldemort hurled a curse at Harry, one he had never heard before. It hurled through his shield and hit him full on. Instantly pain filled him, unlike any he had ever felt. It was ten times worse than the crutacius, more painful than he had ever imagined anything could be. He fell, curled up, and screamed and screamed.
"Like my curse," Voldemort smirked, "I invented it myself. I hope you enjoy it. This is for all the pain and time you have cost me. This is for getting in my way at every turn. Goodbye Harry Potter. Have fun."
"Harry," A voice shrieked as someone came running onto the field. Hermione ran to him and knelt at his side. Voldemort turned and looked at her.
"Your girlfriend, Potter. Well, maybe she wants to join you." He pointed his wand at her and said the same spell. She fell at Harry's side, shrieking. He rolled to her, trying to shield her. She leaned over and whispered something in her ear. He turned and stared at her, shock breaking through the pain.
"Maybe your girlfriend wants the pain to end. Maybe she would be happy to die. Well, I'm here to help." Voldemort turned his wand to her again.
Just as he was about to say the killing curse, Harry spun around and yelled out a spell. A golden light sped out of his wand. As it came to Voldemort, it expanded, encircling him. It then began to shrink quickly. After a few seconds there was nothing left of the spell or of Voldemort. This is what Hermione had been working on. She had invented a spell that could defeat Voldemort. Only Harry had the power to implement it. As a bonus, everyone had seen it because of Voldemorts spell.
Harry slumped back down. He and Hermione looked at each other, smiled, and let the darkness claim them.