Chapter 7
The day of the battle was finally there, and Hermione knew what she had to do. She had to help Harry destroy Voldemort.
Everyone was gathered in the Great Hall, awaiting the battle. They knew that not all of them would make it, and were saying tearful goodbyes.
Harry was the worst, he was very pale, but his face was set in determination. He knew it had to be him or Voldemort, but he didn't know it was Hermione who would be giving him the finishing push.
"ALARM! ALARM! THE BATTLE HAS STARTED!" Colin ran through the doors screaming.
Everybody got up and redied their wands. The seventh years and the teachers went out side for battle. The sixths years were at the outer walls and the fifth years at the inner. Fourth and below had gone home.
Everything had gone dark outside, there was the Dark Mark in the air. Death Eaters glided out of the shadows. Each one seemed to chose a person. Hermione found herself faced with Macnair. She glanced to her side and saw Draco faced with Avery. She knew Lucius was a spy and would be on the light side.
As her eyes traveled back to Macnair, she was almost too late to throw a shielding charm for whatever dark curse he threw at her. They battled back and forth, Hermione finally ended it by turning into a bird and flying behind him. Unnoticed, she shifted back into her normal form and cast a complicated curse that left him without his five senses. She turned to see Draco had finished Avery and was blocking a curse from Bellatrix. She walked coolly over there and not even bothering to point her wand, she muttered "Collaptrate"and Bellatrix collapsed in an unusual manner and froze.
Draco looked at her and mouthed "Thanks". She nodded and turned. Time to help Harry.
Hermione walked up behind him and sent him her thoughts. He nodded, although he couldn't see her.
She threw all her concentration into the task ahead of her. She threw up a charm so that only her family could come in contact with her. Everyone elses spells would repel. Her family would be the only ones who could get her down afterwards. Hermione closed her eyes and levitated into the air. She concentrated on sending her powers to Harry. It was working. She had never felt so much pain, and tears streamed freely down her cheeks. She tried to ignore it and felt her power extend over him. Her clothes turned black and ripped, they grew longer and longer till she almost looked like a dementor from the back. She could feel Harry using her power. She smiled faintly and threw all her love and hate and cofusion into it.
Just as she finished, when she had given him all her powers, a spell hit her. It could only be a member of her family, and Draco was in front of her, fending off Death Eaters from Harry. Narcissa wasn't here....that left...Lucius. The pain intensified. She knew this spell. She had exactly 3 hours left to live.
She slowly floated downwards, and turned to meet her attacker.
Lucius looked surprised, he thought it was a Death Eater he had hit, due to the black cloak, he had never dreamed it would be someone from the light side. He didn't know it was his daughter.
"Father" she whispered. He paled. Father? He only had two children, and she sure as hell wasn't one of them! Was she? He didn't know. She was probably just hallucinating.
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Hermione wandered around sadly, watching the ministry pick up the dead bodies. Only two hours left now. She followed all the light side into Hogwarts.
She found her brother.
"Are you ok?" he asked concerned.
"For the next two hours I will be" she smiled sadly.
"What do you mean?" he asked. He had a vague idea, and he didn't want it to be what he thought it was.
"Draco, I have two hours left to live. I'll always love you." Her big pools of chocolate were swimming with unshed tears.
Draco's suspicions had been confirmed. "Who did it?" he whispered.
Hermione looked away.
"Kimmy! WHO DID IT?!?" he asked, frustrated.
"Ask the man you call father" she whispered, still not looking at him.
"No..he...he..NO!" Draco ran all the way to the other end of the Great Hall.
"Father! How could you? How could you?!" Draco exclaimed wildly.
"Son, what are you talking about?" Lucius asked, confused.
"Hermione!"
"Oh, that. Well, I mistaked her for a Death Eater. Luckily, shes only a mudblood, nobody really important." He said.
"You don't think your own daughter is important? Your pathetic. She loved you! You killed your own daughter!" Draco spat and stalked back over to Hermione, who was saying goodbye to everyone.
"I'm sorry" he whispered, hugging her.
"It's not your fault" she said, hugging him back. "Never your fault. I'll always love you, more than anything." She took off her pendant and gave it to Draco.
She only had a couple minutes left. She walked to the center of the Great Hall.
"I don't feel ready to die yet, I feel I have so much life ahead of me. But you cant always chose your fate, and I only hav a few minutes left to live. I love each and every one of you in different ways and I thank you for putting up with me all these years. Do your best to have a happy life, especially because I cant have one." By the time she finished tears were streaming down her face, it got harder to speak with every word she said. The pain was unbearable. She stepped back a little.
Hermione levitated into the air, colors were streaming out of her as she turned and tossed. At last there was a brilliant flash of light and she was gone. In her place was a glass forget-me-not.
The day of the battle was finally there, and Hermione knew what she had to do. She had to help Harry destroy Voldemort.
Everyone was gathered in the Great Hall, awaiting the battle. They knew that not all of them would make it, and were saying tearful goodbyes.
Harry was the worst, he was very pale, but his face was set in determination. He knew it had to be him or Voldemort, but he didn't know it was Hermione who would be giving him the finishing push.
"ALARM! ALARM! THE BATTLE HAS STARTED!" Colin ran through the doors screaming.
Everybody got up and redied their wands. The seventh years and the teachers went out side for battle. The sixths years were at the outer walls and the fifth years at the inner. Fourth and below had gone home.
Everything had gone dark outside, there was the Dark Mark in the air. Death Eaters glided out of the shadows. Each one seemed to chose a person. Hermione found herself faced with Macnair. She glanced to her side and saw Draco faced with Avery. She knew Lucius was a spy and would be on the light side.
As her eyes traveled back to Macnair, she was almost too late to throw a shielding charm for whatever dark curse he threw at her. They battled back and forth, Hermione finally ended it by turning into a bird and flying behind him. Unnoticed, she shifted back into her normal form and cast a complicated curse that left him without his five senses. She turned to see Draco had finished Avery and was blocking a curse from Bellatrix. She walked coolly over there and not even bothering to point her wand, she muttered "Collaptrate"and Bellatrix collapsed in an unusual manner and froze.
Draco looked at her and mouthed "Thanks". She nodded and turned. Time to help Harry.
Hermione walked up behind him and sent him her thoughts. He nodded, although he couldn't see her.
She threw all her concentration into the task ahead of her. She threw up a charm so that only her family could come in contact with her. Everyone elses spells would repel. Her family would be the only ones who could get her down afterwards. Hermione closed her eyes and levitated into the air. She concentrated on sending her powers to Harry. It was working. She had never felt so much pain, and tears streamed freely down her cheeks. She tried to ignore it and felt her power extend over him. Her clothes turned black and ripped, they grew longer and longer till she almost looked like a dementor from the back. She could feel Harry using her power. She smiled faintly and threw all her love and hate and cofusion into it.
Just as she finished, when she had given him all her powers, a spell hit her. It could only be a member of her family, and Draco was in front of her, fending off Death Eaters from Harry. Narcissa wasn't here....that left...Lucius. The pain intensified. She knew this spell. She had exactly 3 hours left to live.
She slowly floated downwards, and turned to meet her attacker.
Lucius looked surprised, he thought it was a Death Eater he had hit, due to the black cloak, he had never dreamed it would be someone from the light side. He didn't know it was his daughter.
"Father" she whispered. He paled. Father? He only had two children, and she sure as hell wasn't one of them! Was she? He didn't know. She was probably just hallucinating.
)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) )
Hermione wandered around sadly, watching the ministry pick up the dead bodies. Only two hours left now. She followed all the light side into Hogwarts.
She found her brother.
"Are you ok?" he asked concerned.
"For the next two hours I will be" she smiled sadly.
"What do you mean?" he asked. He had a vague idea, and he didn't want it to be what he thought it was.
"Draco, I have two hours left to live. I'll always love you." Her big pools of chocolate were swimming with unshed tears.
Draco's suspicions had been confirmed. "Who did it?" he whispered.
Hermione looked away.
"Kimmy! WHO DID IT?!?" he asked, frustrated.
"Ask the man you call father" she whispered, still not looking at him.
"No..he...he..NO!" Draco ran all the way to the other end of the Great Hall.
"Father! How could you? How could you?!" Draco exclaimed wildly.
"Son, what are you talking about?" Lucius asked, confused.
"Hermione!"
"Oh, that. Well, I mistaked her for a Death Eater. Luckily, shes only a mudblood, nobody really important." He said.
"You don't think your own daughter is important? Your pathetic. She loved you! You killed your own daughter!" Draco spat and stalked back over to Hermione, who was saying goodbye to everyone.
"I'm sorry" he whispered, hugging her.
"It's not your fault" she said, hugging him back. "Never your fault. I'll always love you, more than anything." She took off her pendant and gave it to Draco.
She only had a couple minutes left. She walked to the center of the Great Hall.
"I don't feel ready to die yet, I feel I have so much life ahead of me. But you cant always chose your fate, and I only hav a few minutes left to live. I love each and every one of you in different ways and I thank you for putting up with me all these years. Do your best to have a happy life, especially because I cant have one." By the time she finished tears were streaming down her face, it got harder to speak with every word she said. The pain was unbearable. She stepped back a little.
Hermione levitated into the air, colors were streaming out of her as she turned and tossed. At last there was a brilliant flash of light and she was gone. In her place was a glass forget-me-not.