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Deaths Voice Summary: Death comes to Hogwarts in one form or other, Tom Riddle lives, and through all of this Hermione Granger and Severus Snape get pushed together . . .
Chapter One The Boys Who Died
A cheer went through the Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as the most feared wizard of all time collapsed at Albus Dumbledore's feet, Headmaster of Hogwarts.
Only two or three people failed to join in. Albus Dumbledore himself, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley.
Hermione and Ron stared at the lifeless form of their best friend, Harry James Potter. It seemed that Voldemort had indeed finished what he started. He had succeeded in murdering The Boy Who Lived.
The two people were oblivious to the cheers of pure joy as they just stood there and stared at Harry. They seemed to be warped off into their own little world that held two living people and one dead.
Ron jumped as he felt the old distorted hand of Dumbledore clasp his shoulder.
"I'm sorry you had to see all this Mister Weasley, Miss Granger."
"We are too, Sir." Hermione managed a choked reply.
"Headmaster?" Ron asked suddenly.
"Yes Mister Weasley?"
"Will I be able to see my family at all this term?" Ron asked, it was still their sixth year.
"Of course Mister Weasley. You may, if you wish, see them next week. We will postpone all classes." The wizened old man replied.
"Thank you Sir." Ron said, wandering off somewhere.
"And what about you Miss Granger?" Said Dumbledore, his attentions turning towards Hermione.
"I suppose I want to visit my parents. Sir, what will be done with - with Harry?"
"He will be cremated and his ashes will be scattered around the grounds, so that he may become a real part of the magical community."
"Oh." She said.
**One Year Later**
"No, Ron, no!" Hermione cried, unconsciously using the same words she had in her first year.
"I'm . . . Sorry, Hermione." Ron managed to choke out, as he died in the Hospital Wing at the age of seventeen.
Hermione held his hand long into the night as Ron made the choking sounds of one that was dying slowly and painfully.
At around ten or eleven, Ron choked on some blood in his throat and he began to splutter.
"Hermione . . . its all my fault . . . its my fault Harry d-died . . . and now its my fault that you'll be alone Hermione . . . I - I stole a poison from Snapes stores last year. After - After Harry died. When Dumbledore was finished with us . . . I -."
"Shush, Ron . . . Shhh . . ."
Hermione quieted him as he went limp. And then she cried over the body of her last best friend. Her last connection to life. Her last stronghold left her that night, and she cried.
Deaths Voice Summary: Death comes to Hogwarts in one form or other, Tom Riddle lives, and through all of this Hermione Granger and Severus Snape get pushed together . . .
Chapter One The Boys Who Died
A cheer went through the Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as the most feared wizard of all time collapsed at Albus Dumbledore's feet, Headmaster of Hogwarts.
Only two or three people failed to join in. Albus Dumbledore himself, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley.
Hermione and Ron stared at the lifeless form of their best friend, Harry James Potter. It seemed that Voldemort had indeed finished what he started. He had succeeded in murdering The Boy Who Lived.
The two people were oblivious to the cheers of pure joy as they just stood there and stared at Harry. They seemed to be warped off into their own little world that held two living people and one dead.
Ron jumped as he felt the old distorted hand of Dumbledore clasp his shoulder.
"I'm sorry you had to see all this Mister Weasley, Miss Granger."
"We are too, Sir." Hermione managed a choked reply.
"Headmaster?" Ron asked suddenly.
"Yes Mister Weasley?"
"Will I be able to see my family at all this term?" Ron asked, it was still their sixth year.
"Of course Mister Weasley. You may, if you wish, see them next week. We will postpone all classes." The wizened old man replied.
"Thank you Sir." Ron said, wandering off somewhere.
"And what about you Miss Granger?" Said Dumbledore, his attentions turning towards Hermione.
"I suppose I want to visit my parents. Sir, what will be done with - with Harry?"
"He will be cremated and his ashes will be scattered around the grounds, so that he may become a real part of the magical community."
"Oh." She said.
**One Year Later**
"No, Ron, no!" Hermione cried, unconsciously using the same words she had in her first year.
"I'm . . . Sorry, Hermione." Ron managed to choke out, as he died in the Hospital Wing at the age of seventeen.
Hermione held his hand long into the night as Ron made the choking sounds of one that was dying slowly and painfully.
At around ten or eleven, Ron choked on some blood in his throat and he began to splutter.
"Hermione . . . its all my fault . . . its my fault Harry d-died . . . and now its my fault that you'll be alone Hermione . . . I - I stole a poison from Snapes stores last year. After - After Harry died. When Dumbledore was finished with us . . . I -."
"Shush, Ron . . . Shhh . . ."
Hermione quieted him as he went limp. And then she cried over the body of her last best friend. Her last connection to life. Her last stronghold left her that night, and she cried.