Summary: During the final battle Hermione is knocked out by a Deatheater, who wants to kill her. She is safed by a dark cloaked figure. In her state of unconsciousness she dreams about events that happened long time ago... HG/DM plz R&R!
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A/N: okay this is my first hp fanfic if you like it, good! Just leave a review for me.
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Blood. Everywhere was blood. She couldn´t smell another thing. Only this disgusting smell.
She felt like vomiting. She knelt down to get her wand back which was under the dead form of a Deatheater. Dean had killed him as the deatheater tried to kill her. He had used an unforgivable to save her.
She still felt like vomiting.
She got up again and looked at her surrounding. Most of the deatheaters were gone, some escaped. Some arrested. Most of them dead.
Slowly she walked to the spot where Harry had killed Voldemort only minutes ago. To her it felt like hours. Curses were still flying around sended from Deatheaters, Ministry Officials or pupils.
Harry and Ron were in a mad chase after some Deatheaters, not even caring about their surrounding or about her.
She sobbed. Hot tears streamed down her face and blinded her.
They had changed so much after graduation. They were so absorbed in their job at the Ministry.
Harry possessed with the thought to kill Voldemort.
Ron to show the world he was somebody and not only the sidekick of the-boy- who-lived.
Auror. She wanted so badly to become an Auror. Together with her friends for years. She was excellent in every curse or counter curse. Potion. Poison. Everything.
But when it came to fighting she was paralysed. She couldn´t do anything. She just stood there not able to really move or to jell a curse quick enough.
She was a complete disaster.
She sobbed harder and sank to the ground. Not caring who was near her.
Hermione cried for the first time in three years. She hadn´t cried since the day of graduation.
She just sat there on the ground, weeping her heart out.
A dark figure approached her, towering above her.
"Dear, dear mudblood so we meet again...."
"...Lucius..."
He smirked cruelly. How much this smirk reminds me of Draco..
"Crucio"
She desperately tried to block the curse but was to slow. The curse hit her with full force. Unbearable pain shot through her body and she winced and screamed in pain. Lucius standing near her and laughing.
He took the spell the spell from her only to say "You will never have him, you filth. Crucio." Again the pain shot through her. "You will die mudblood and nothing can save you."
"I will. Avada Kedavra! "
With that the spell was lifted of her as the green light of the killing curse shot trough Lucius body. A dark figure bended down to her.
"I´m sorry Mione, Mione?!"
Everything went black...
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So, what do you think? It´s a bit short, but hey!? I´m learning... In the next chapter more about the last year at school... Plz click this little cute button below, will you?! So long yours trish