Voldermort's last days

Days went by. Harry, Ron and Hermione still could not figure out the mystery of Lady Drishthi, since they could not spot her anymore. Professor Nathanael acted quite normal to the boys now. Still, Harry and Ron could not help but be suspicious around him, but they could not help but to admit that he was a pretty nice teacher. His lessons were excellent.

Soon, the whole school was told to be more careful. No students were allowed wandering in corridors alone without a teacher. Prefects were given more responsibilities. Voldermort has gathered his army to attack Hogwarts, mainly, Harry Potter.

This made Harry suspect Professor Nathanael more as being the spy of Voldermort. He wanted to grab hold of a chance to capture him and make him blurt out whatever he knew. Who is this Lady Drishthi? Who is she to Voldermort? How does Voldermort concern her? All these questions kept mingling in his mind.

Soon, the battle was on. Several Deatheaters were found killing innocent wizards and witches. Harry, Ron and Hermione were together always, fighting together. It was one night in the Hallway, all the three friends managed to finish off all the Deatheaters who came by. They were panting, when Professor Nathanael appeared from nowhere and grabbed Hermione by the arms and vanished together with a swish of his robes.

"Hermione!!!" Ron and Harry shrieked.

Ron dropped and kneeled on the floor. He began to tremble and sob. "Hermione…" he moaned.

"Ron, Hermione's a clever girl. She knows how to defend herself," Harry tried to comfort his friend, though he too could not really believe his own words. He was really worried for Hermione too.

More Deatheaters came, time by time. Two students were found dead, one from Hufflepuff, and the other from Ravenclaw. Ron and Harry were still together fighting, until Ron was hit by a Cruciatus curse. He fell unconscious, already too weak from the fighting.

Harry was left alone. It was all up to him now. Voldermort appeared out of a sudden in front of Harry with an evil grin. Harry's heart was beating at full rate. He knew that the prophecy stated that only he is capable to destroy Voldermort. His Deatheaters were already in low rate. Most were killed by students and teachers of Hogwarts, but Harry found that he was too dehydrated to fight any longer.

"Too tired to fight, Mr Potter?" the dark lord sneered.

"You wish!" Harry retorted. With that, he stood up reluctantly and got ready to duel his opponent. They started to duel each other. Each flying back and forth with every each spell they muttered to each other.

"Expelliarmus!!" Voldermort shouted.

Unfortunately, Harry's wand flew out of his hand. 'This is it,' he thought.

Suddenly, out of a sudden, "Maarjao!!"

It was Hermione. The room they were in, instantly beamed with blinding light. Once it went off, Voldermort was found lying on the floor, not moving. He appeared dead.

"Hermione!" Harry breathed out, clutching her arm. He felt so weak, but at the same time, he was looking at Hermione with utter confusion and relief. Hermione sat him down and told him to stay there for a while. She went over to Voldermort's lifeless body, clutched her hand on her chest, which apparently appeared to be clutching on a necklace's pendant. She muttered something under her breath and then pulled out her hand over Voldermort's body. A green beam appeared from her palm, which later covered the whole body of the once Dark Lord. The beam went off moments later. Hermione looked over at Harry and smiled.

"He's really dead," she said.

She went over to Harry, who was still looking at her incredulously. 'What magic is that without the use of a wand?' Harry thought.

"I know you have a lot of questions for me, but later. First let me check if there's any more Deatheaters around here," she said.

With that, she clutched Harry's arm and sat beside him. She pulled out her right free hand. A purple beam came out from her fist, and she soon used them to scan around the room. The whole room were now covered with the familiar purple beam, and it looked like an enormous, enclosed spider web. Finally, Harry saw four bright red figures far across the room. Hermione appeared to have spotted the figures too.

"Nahaaka Shikhe!" she pointed her index finger to every single of them. They instantly plopped down dead.

"Deatheaters," Hermione answered Harry's thoughts.