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Hermione Granger was sitting on the windowsill of her head girl's room, watching as the snow out side began falling harder and the light from the castle gave it an orange hue.
Hermione Sighed, finding her self in a deep self-pitying stage of Grief. For Seven years she had poured sweet and blood into her school work, attaining the highest marks that were ever given in Hogwarts, gaining the title of Head girl. It all meant nothing. She had learned nothing, years in the library had taught her about the past and the future, magic and mystery. She had never lived. Seven years she had worked, learning nothing, nothing that was of the slightest importance!
Nothing that could have saved her family!
She picked up a little glass ornament of a horse, she could never remember where she got it, and it no longer mattered as she hurled it into the door with previous unknown strength. It shattered into a million tiny pieces as it hit the hard oak door of her private room.
Getting up off the windowsill she walked over to her nightstand next to her Gryffindor colored bed. Opening a rather larger dwore she pulled out a mini stereo. Faintly remembering the day in her fifth year when she discovered a way to run electronics of types on the magical currents that flowed through Hogwarts.
Next she pulled out a CD from a small stash behind her nightstand. Finding one that seemed to suit her mood she inserted it into the player and selected the song. For her this was what helped her grieve over the years she found she could never really talk to her friends about what bothered her. It often made her wonder, but now that didn't matter.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she made her way back to the windowsill to watch the snowfall. The song started, tears started to come faster in long racking sobs.
~~ We don't know why! ~~ ~~ The innocent Die! ~~ ~~ Will this world ever find a way to change! ~~ ~~ We don't know why but we know its not right! ~~ ~~ Don't know why so many had to die~~ ~~ Don't know why so many had to die! ~~
Her body quivered and shook as she buried her face in her hands, letting all of the pain that she kept inside out into the world.
So deep in her sorrow was she that she never noticed the dark shadows that crept across the snow-covered grounds up to the castle.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
Albus was in shock. "Severus are you sure?"
The younger Wizard just nodded, and watched Albus as his face paled considerably.
" Yes Albus, I'm sure"
"Severus this cannot be, Voldmort is steril, , he cannot have children." Albus was nipping at little strands of hope.
"Albus you of all people know that there are ways, Voldmort may have made himself Steril, sterol with his accession to power, but that does not mean there aren't way in which he could still conceive."
" So it seems that Miss Granger is now our top priority, if Voldmort was to conceive and Heir with her this could mean disaster for the world."
" It would seem Albus."
Dumbledore sighed, what a fate awaited Hermione if he could not stop Voldmort.
" What do we do Albus?"
Dumbledore regarded the question for a moment and was about to speak when an undeniable cold swept throughout the room. He reacted quickly garbing his old and well used wand he ran to the window.
Albus blanched, watching as a mass of dark men and creatures flowed towards the castle.
" It appears Severus that we die."
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
Harry potter was screaming. Nightmares and pain flooded through his body. People were calling to him, screaming his name.
" Harry!"
" Harry!"
They had grabbed him, they were shaking him.
"Harry!"
"God Harry wake up!" came a very worried voice.
He awoke with a start to face a very worried Ronald Weasly. The pain in his scar was more then he had ever felt. It was like it was burning through him.
" Harry are you all right" came the voice of a very scared looking Neville Longbottom.
Ron put his arm around Harry. " Harry.. Are you ok?"
Harry winced in pain. " No my scar its burning, I ve never felt it burn like this before"
Ron and Neville looked shocked. "Harry that means, that mean that you - Know - who is."
Harry felt another jolt of pain surge through him " RON" he screamed as the pain tried to conquer him. " He's here! Voldmort here!"
He mercifully collapsed from the pain.
Ron then felt a cold, like all hope was sucked out of life flow through him. He let go of an uncocius Harry and ran to the window, he hoped nothing was there.
He was wrong.
"Neville!" Ron roared.
"Wh- What?" the boy answered shockingly.
" Take your wand, go to the common room and get every one up! Tell them to bring their wands."
" OK Ron but why" the boy asked his voice quivering.
Ron looked once more out the window to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
" We've got trouble." He whispered.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
Hermione awoke to find the castle shaking. Shaking? What the hell was going on? There was a loud boom and the sound of falling stone echoed through her room.
Grabbing her wand she rushed out of the room, she just about fainted at what she saw.
The Gryffindor common room was torn to shreds, there were people screaming, running, bleeding. There was a mass of younger children's bodies strewn across the floor. More were screaming. What are they screaming at?
Then she saw it. There were ten maybe fifteen black hooded creatures moving towards the group of children. Dementors! Dementors? In the castle.
They advanced on the first years, sucking out life as they passed it.
Then she heard it. " Run!" the voice was familiar. She looked around frantically to try and place it.
A tall Seventh year boy with flaming red hair ran in front of the first years and faced the advancing Dementors.
Ron.
" RON!" she screamed and raced towards him.
Ron didn't even turn; the Dementors swooped down on him as he shouted into the night. " Expecto Patronum!" A large lion, a true symbol of a Gryffindor shot from his wand. Charging and driving the Dementors back.
" Hermione Get those kids out of here!" he shouted and cast another spell.
Hermione snapped out of her daze at what she was seeing, she sprinted over to the group that was huddle behind a furious Ronald Weasly, Grabbing them she ran towards her room and told them to get inside. They would be safe.
She muttered a quick concealing spell so that they wouldn't be found and ran back to help Ron.
She saw him fire off another spell at the Dementors, this time it didn't drive them back as much as it had done the first time.
Ron now had his back to the wall; His face was calm, and passive. Hermione had never seen him look this way before; he had the look of someone who had accepted his fate. He was a hero. Like he had always wanted to be.
Hermione ran, ran towards him, she couldn't loose another friend, no he wasn't a friend he was her family all she had left.
Jumping over bodies trying desperately to get there in time.
The hooded mass of death descended a pon him, she heard him scream.
"NO!" she roared. Trying desperately to get to him, maybe she could save him.
Suddenly she tripped. Falling flat on the hard stone ground.
She looked back at what she had tripped on; there on the Ground was the lifeless body of here head of house, her good friend.
Professor McGonigal.
She screamed.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
Severus was frantic. Roaring out Killing curse at hundred's of Death Eater, the order that he once belonged to as they descended on a group of scared RavenClaw students.
Hogwarts he thought. Its over, Hogwarts has fallen, just when our leader lost hope. It was over.
He was too late the group of RavenClaw were dead lying in a bloody mass on the ground. He cursed as he watched the pale faces of students he had once taught.
It was over.
Dumbledore was dead; he had been the first to fall. The stupid man had thought he could face Voldmort on his own. In the end Voldmort tore Albus the good and kind man apart. Literally. He had died bravely, but strangely he had died with a smile on his face. Even in death somehow that man was up to something.
A tear threatened to fall from the cold professor's eye as he remembered the man who had saved his life.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
Ron was dead; no he was worse then dead. Hermione Cried as she hugged the lifeless, soulless body of her best friend. Never again would they fight, squabble about homework or any other mass of stupid things they used to fight about. Never again would she feel his warm hugs or hear he wonderful laugh.
He truly was like her brother, her best friend.
She looked into the lifeless eyes of her comrade. He had died doing what he had been striving to do since she had first met him on the train that first year.
He had proven himself better than the rest. Ronald Weasly was a hero.
Hermione Granger was sitting on the windowsill of her head girl's room, watching as the snow out side began falling harder and the light from the castle gave it an orange hue.
Hermione Sighed, finding her self in a deep self-pitying stage of Grief. For Seven years she had poured sweet and blood into her school work, attaining the highest marks that were ever given in Hogwarts, gaining the title of Head girl. It all meant nothing. She had learned nothing, years in the library had taught her about the past and the future, magic and mystery. She had never lived. Seven years she had worked, learning nothing, nothing that was of the slightest importance!
Nothing that could have saved her family!
She picked up a little glass ornament of a horse, she could never remember where she got it, and it no longer mattered as she hurled it into the door with previous unknown strength. It shattered into a million tiny pieces as it hit the hard oak door of her private room.
Getting up off the windowsill she walked over to her nightstand next to her Gryffindor colored bed. Opening a rather larger dwore she pulled out a mini stereo. Faintly remembering the day in her fifth year when she discovered a way to run electronics of types on the magical currents that flowed through Hogwarts.
Next she pulled out a CD from a small stash behind her nightstand. Finding one that seemed to suit her mood she inserted it into the player and selected the song. For her this was what helped her grieve over the years she found she could never really talk to her friends about what bothered her. It often made her wonder, but now that didn't matter.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she made her way back to the windowsill to watch the snowfall. The song started, tears started to come faster in long racking sobs.
~~ We don't know why! ~~ ~~ The innocent Die! ~~ ~~ Will this world ever find a way to change! ~~ ~~ We don't know why but we know its not right! ~~ ~~ Don't know why so many had to die~~ ~~ Don't know why so many had to die! ~~
Her body quivered and shook as she buried her face in her hands, letting all of the pain that she kept inside out into the world.
So deep in her sorrow was she that she never noticed the dark shadows that crept across the snow-covered grounds up to the castle.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
Albus was in shock. "Severus are you sure?"
The younger Wizard just nodded, and watched Albus as his face paled considerably.
" Yes Albus, I'm sure"
"Severus this cannot be, Voldmort is steril, , he cannot have children." Albus was nipping at little strands of hope.
"Albus you of all people know that there are ways, Voldmort may have made himself Steril, sterol with his accession to power, but that does not mean there aren't way in which he could still conceive."
" So it seems that Miss Granger is now our top priority, if Voldmort was to conceive and Heir with her this could mean disaster for the world."
" It would seem Albus."
Dumbledore sighed, what a fate awaited Hermione if he could not stop Voldmort.
" What do we do Albus?"
Dumbledore regarded the question for a moment and was about to speak when an undeniable cold swept throughout the room. He reacted quickly garbing his old and well used wand he ran to the window.
Albus blanched, watching as a mass of dark men and creatures flowed towards the castle.
" It appears Severus that we die."
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
Harry potter was screaming. Nightmares and pain flooded through his body. People were calling to him, screaming his name.
" Harry!"
" Harry!"
They had grabbed him, they were shaking him.
"Harry!"
"God Harry wake up!" came a very worried voice.
He awoke with a start to face a very worried Ronald Weasly. The pain in his scar was more then he had ever felt. It was like it was burning through him.
" Harry are you all right" came the voice of a very scared looking Neville Longbottom.
Ron put his arm around Harry. " Harry.. Are you ok?"
Harry winced in pain. " No my scar its burning, I ve never felt it burn like this before"
Ron and Neville looked shocked. "Harry that means, that mean that you - Know - who is."
Harry felt another jolt of pain surge through him " RON" he screamed as the pain tried to conquer him. " He's here! Voldmort here!"
He mercifully collapsed from the pain.
Ron then felt a cold, like all hope was sucked out of life flow through him. He let go of an uncocius Harry and ran to the window, he hoped nothing was there.
He was wrong.
"Neville!" Ron roared.
"Wh- What?" the boy answered shockingly.
" Take your wand, go to the common room and get every one up! Tell them to bring their wands."
" OK Ron but why" the boy asked his voice quivering.
Ron looked once more out the window to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
" We've got trouble." He whispered.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
Hermione awoke to find the castle shaking. Shaking? What the hell was going on? There was a loud boom and the sound of falling stone echoed through her room.
Grabbing her wand she rushed out of the room, she just about fainted at what she saw.
The Gryffindor common room was torn to shreds, there were people screaming, running, bleeding. There was a mass of younger children's bodies strewn across the floor. More were screaming. What are they screaming at?
Then she saw it. There were ten maybe fifteen black hooded creatures moving towards the group of children. Dementors! Dementors? In the castle.
They advanced on the first years, sucking out life as they passed it.
Then she heard it. " Run!" the voice was familiar. She looked around frantically to try and place it.
A tall Seventh year boy with flaming red hair ran in front of the first years and faced the advancing Dementors.
Ron.
" RON!" she screamed and raced towards him.
Ron didn't even turn; the Dementors swooped down on him as he shouted into the night. " Expecto Patronum!" A large lion, a true symbol of a Gryffindor shot from his wand. Charging and driving the Dementors back.
" Hermione Get those kids out of here!" he shouted and cast another spell.
Hermione snapped out of her daze at what she was seeing, she sprinted over to the group that was huddle behind a furious Ronald Weasly, Grabbing them she ran towards her room and told them to get inside. They would be safe.
She muttered a quick concealing spell so that they wouldn't be found and ran back to help Ron.
She saw him fire off another spell at the Dementors, this time it didn't drive them back as much as it had done the first time.
Ron now had his back to the wall; His face was calm, and passive. Hermione had never seen him look this way before; he had the look of someone who had accepted his fate. He was a hero. Like he had always wanted to be.
Hermione ran, ran towards him, she couldn't loose another friend, no he wasn't a friend he was her family all she had left.
Jumping over bodies trying desperately to get there in time.
The hooded mass of death descended a pon him, she heard him scream.
"NO!" she roared. Trying desperately to get to him, maybe she could save him.
Suddenly she tripped. Falling flat on the hard stone ground.
She looked back at what she had tripped on; there on the Ground was the lifeless body of here head of house, her good friend.
Professor McGonigal.
She screamed.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
Severus was frantic. Roaring out Killing curse at hundred's of Death Eater, the order that he once belonged to as they descended on a group of scared RavenClaw students.
Hogwarts he thought. Its over, Hogwarts has fallen, just when our leader lost hope. It was over.
He was too late the group of RavenClaw were dead lying in a bloody mass on the ground. He cursed as he watched the pale faces of students he had once taught.
It was over.
Dumbledore was dead; he had been the first to fall. The stupid man had thought he could face Voldmort on his own. In the end Voldmort tore Albus the good and kind man apart. Literally. He had died bravely, but strangely he had died with a smile on his face. Even in death somehow that man was up to something.
A tear threatened to fall from the cold professor's eye as he remembered the man who had saved his life.
~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~
Ron was dead; no he was worse then dead. Hermione Cried as she hugged the lifeless, soulless body of her best friend. Never again would they fight, squabble about homework or any other mass of stupid things they used to fight about. Never again would she feel his warm hugs or hear he wonderful laugh.
He truly was like her brother, her best friend.
She looked into the lifeless eyes of her comrade. He had died doing what he had been striving to do since she had first met him on the train that first year.
He had proven himself better than the rest. Ronald Weasly was a hero.