Everlast
Disclaimer: I do not own harry and his friends. and his enemies. J.k. owns them. Thank you for understanding!!!
A/N: hi! Hope you like this.. this is my second fic. I'm not finished with turns of time. I'm having a tiny problem with it. Hehe! But pls read and review.I'm begging you!!!!!!!!
Chapter 1
Draco looked around. Jets of different colored lights were shooting all about him.
It would have been beautiful, if you wouldn't be losing your life once it hits you.
He raised his wand and aimed it at the person in front of him.
In this case ..
Neville Longbottom.
A jet of green light issued from his wand and landed straight in the boy's chest. He toppled over. Face stretch taut, mouth forming a silent scream.
Just like that, in one snap of a finger, he fell down.
Dead.
He looked around, heart and mind set in killing one person.
Not Voldemort.
Not Potter.
But Lucius Malfoy.
He was going to kill his father for attempting to kill his daughter. And right now he knew that the mother is somewhere in this field, dueling.
If he didn't hurry his daughter will grow up motherless. And the only way of preventing that, is killing everything that hinders his path.
Death Eater and student alike.
Hermione ran back to the Quidditch pitch, after casting a protective spell on Hogwarts; and driving students of every single house beneath the 5th year level inside.
She gotta admit Voldemort chose the most perfect time to assault the school.
Where everybody were vulnerable, with their guards down and easy to kill.
She looked up and saw Harry circling the pitch; jets of green light issuing from his wand now and then.
She then spotted the Weasley twins up on the air, pelting the bludgers hard towards the ground. And she had no doubt that whoever was hit by those bludgers were surely knocked out cold.
Oliver Wood was also up there shooting jets of different colored lights towards the earth.
In short, the old quidditch team was back. This was supposed to be a reunion.
Where the alumni team of the houses play against other alumni team. In this case Slytherin versus Gryffindor.
She got out her wand and charged toward the bloody field. Killing two death eaters at once.
Training with Harry this summer really paid of. Especially now after her post pregnancy ache disappeared.
Her name was Althea. A sweet little angel with tiny wisps of blond hair on her head and with grey eyes flecked with golden brown.
All these craziness started while she was in her seventh year.
During her earlier years in Hogwarts, she thought of herself as a normal girl, nobody would want. She figured it was because of her reputation for being so strict and a bookworm, which earned her, her lack of special someone in her life.
Krum was different. She didn't like him. It was plain and simple. She just wanted to have a date in the yule ball. And to have someone, particularly Harry, to notice that she wasn't just a little sister or a pal. But clearly it didn't work; Harry was so deeply absorbed just looking at Cho. He didn't even acknowledge her dramatic changes in appearance. Well, maybe he did for a short while.
After realizing that whatever happened; nothing's going to turn Harry's head towards her. She decided to lie low for a while, blend in the crowd. She even entertained the fact of going inside a muggle convent, spending the rest of her life in solitude.
Now looking back she couldn't believe, everything had just happened. Not even in her wildest dream did she imagine it coming, no, not coming but barreling towards her.
She hunched her shoulders and proceeded to march towards the battle. Whatever happens, she's sure that someone will take her baby and protect it.
The first person she had come face to face with, was Lucius Malfoy. She should have hexed him off, right then and there. But she hesitated, thinking of things that might happen to Draco if he learned that she killed his father.
She later regretted that second's hesitation. When Lucius blasted her off with a spell so powerful, that the protective charm she had cast around herself was broken in an instant. She tumbled backwards and hit the ground.
She tried to stand up but her knees gave way. She dropped on all fours and coughed up a lot of bitter tasting blood.
Lucius strode towards her, kicking her hard on her sides causing her to lie flat on her back. She looked at the bright blue sky above her.
Funny. She hadn't predicted her death to be this early.
Earlier, she was having second thoughts about killing this guy. Just because of one person. His son. Now the father is going to kill her. For the same reason, Draco.
She chuckled, but instantly regretting the action. Her insides felt all split up.
She was aching all over.
"Filthy scumbag!" roared Lucius shaking with anger. "You'll pay dearly for all that you've done! You wrecked havoc in my family!"
Hermione couldn't speak. Maybe she really deserved all these. She silently looked at the raging man in front of her. Accepting her fate.
Draco ran. Please don't let me be too late. Please. He pleaded to himself.
His eyes fixed on the two figures ahead of him.
"Petrificus Totalus!" he roared. Hitting the man standing squarely on the back, toppling him.
He then put another burst of speed. He didn't even look at the pitiful figure of his father lying stick straight on the ground.
He didn't care.
Silent tears rolled down his cheeks, as he cradled the head of the girl he loves on his lap. And placed a gentle kiss on her bloody lips. He brushed some of the stray strands of hair from her face.
"What did you do?" she whispered, then leaned on the other side and coughed up again a lot of blood.
Draco gripped her tightly and rocked her gently.
"Ssshhh." He said shaking his head at her. "No matter. Everything's going to be fine. I'm here now. Nobody can hurt you. Come on I'll bring you to the hospital wing." His voice shaking.
She's not going to die.
No, not her.
God forbid.
"Althea." Hermione whispered. She whispered reaching up to touch his face even for the final time.
Draco grabbed her hand and silently rubbed it on his cheeks. He kissed her fingers lovingly, while tears poured down his blue gray eyes.
"Take care of her for me." she whispered; her voice extremely hoarse.
"No. We're going to raise her together." He smiled down at her. His vision blurred as endless tears cascaded down his cheeks.
Hermione knew that she lost too much blood. Probably she had internal bleeding.
She never wanted to see Draco like this.
She felt so tired.
She wanted to just sleep.
Sleep and never wake up.
Her body couldn't take it anymore.
They say when people are at the verge of dying they see their most important memories.
She did. She saw everything from her birth up till now.
Her first bike ride.
Her first birthday party.
Christmases.
Her mother and father.
Trips to amusement parks.
Her letter from Hogwarts.
The day she first met Harry and Ron.
The sorcerer's stone.
Being taunted mudblood.
Ron belching slugs.
The forbidden forest.
Being petrified.
Buckbeak.
Sirius..
Yule ball.
Saving Harry..
Voldemort.
Everything .
Draco kissing her in front of other prefects during their meeting, just to shut her up.
Their throwing insults to each other.
Time when Draco said I love you.
Giving birth to Althea.
Lucius hitting her with a curse.
Draco cradling her in his arms, crying.
"Take care of her for me!" she choked up at Draco.
"No! I won't! Come on Granger! Fight! I know you can do it!" he urged, shaking her.
Hermione opened her eyes the second time. "I'm just going to sleep. Wait for me, I'll come back." She said. Her eyes dropping.
"No! Hermione.come on! Don't give up on me! I love you so much. come on now, please." He whispered fiercely to her ear, gripping her tightly, so afraid to lose her.
"Promise to take care of her for me while I'm gone. I'll come back. I promise." Her voice barely audible.
She reached up and pulled Draco in for one last kiss.
Draco could taste his own salty tears mixed with her blood. He couldn't contain his tears anymore.
It felt like time stood still. All his senses were numbed as he felt her hand slowly drop from his neck and fall to the ground in a lifeless thud.
No, it couldn't be. He thought; slowly raising his head to look at the face of his lover.
"NO!!!!" he shouted, rocking back and forth. Clutching Hermione's lifeless body. His gaze shifted to the figure of his father lying on the ground.
He did this. He stole her life, and Draco's going to do just the same.
Harry watched Voldemort fall down, crumpling to the ground, turning to ash in an instant.
Victory.
Just then he heard an agonizing scream outside the Quidditch field.
He dropped to the ground. Clutching his broom in one hand, he ran toward the source of the scream.
Draco stood in front of his father. Pointing his wand at him, he was shaking with grief, with anger, with madness.
His head was bent down. His eyes dark and lifeless.
"Did you know who just died?" he said silently. "Haven't you made my life miserable enough? All my life, I've been there for you. I followed all your orders." He said pushing his sleeves up showing the man in front of him the dark mark on it.
"And you just had to kill the only person in my whole entire life that made it bearable. You just love it when you make my life miserable. Do you?" he said. Raising his head to meet his father's eyes. His eyes burning with cold fury. "Well you know what? I just about had it. I'm not going to spend the rest of my already worthless life obeying your every single command. It's going to end tonight."
"Avada kedav-"
"Malfoy! NO!" Harry shouted, as he flung himself toward the man.
Draco fell down; his wand lay carelessly on the ground. He curled up like a ball hugging himself tightly. Sobbing uncontrollably.
Never again will he hear her voice, comforting him, warming him.
Her touch during those cold lonely nights...
The tender touch of her lips...
Her warm soulful eyes that can make him forget all else.
He will never see her again.
Never.
Harry knew how much Draco hated his father. But either way, he was still his father. And nothing could ever change that fact.
Disclaimer: I do not own harry and his friends. and his enemies. J.k. owns them. Thank you for understanding!!!
A/N: hi! Hope you like this.. this is my second fic. I'm not finished with turns of time. I'm having a tiny problem with it. Hehe! But pls read and review.I'm begging you!!!!!!!!
Chapter 1
Draco looked around. Jets of different colored lights were shooting all about him.
It would have been beautiful, if you wouldn't be losing your life once it hits you.
He raised his wand and aimed it at the person in front of him.
In this case ..
Neville Longbottom.
A jet of green light issued from his wand and landed straight in the boy's chest. He toppled over. Face stretch taut, mouth forming a silent scream.
Just like that, in one snap of a finger, he fell down.
Dead.
He looked around, heart and mind set in killing one person.
Not Voldemort.
Not Potter.
But Lucius Malfoy.
He was going to kill his father for attempting to kill his daughter. And right now he knew that the mother is somewhere in this field, dueling.
If he didn't hurry his daughter will grow up motherless. And the only way of preventing that, is killing everything that hinders his path.
Death Eater and student alike.
Hermione ran back to the Quidditch pitch, after casting a protective spell on Hogwarts; and driving students of every single house beneath the 5th year level inside.
She gotta admit Voldemort chose the most perfect time to assault the school.
Where everybody were vulnerable, with their guards down and easy to kill.
She looked up and saw Harry circling the pitch; jets of green light issuing from his wand now and then.
She then spotted the Weasley twins up on the air, pelting the bludgers hard towards the ground. And she had no doubt that whoever was hit by those bludgers were surely knocked out cold.
Oliver Wood was also up there shooting jets of different colored lights towards the earth.
In short, the old quidditch team was back. This was supposed to be a reunion.
Where the alumni team of the houses play against other alumni team. In this case Slytherin versus Gryffindor.
She got out her wand and charged toward the bloody field. Killing two death eaters at once.
Training with Harry this summer really paid of. Especially now after her post pregnancy ache disappeared.
Her name was Althea. A sweet little angel with tiny wisps of blond hair on her head and with grey eyes flecked with golden brown.
All these craziness started while she was in her seventh year.
During her earlier years in Hogwarts, she thought of herself as a normal girl, nobody would want. She figured it was because of her reputation for being so strict and a bookworm, which earned her, her lack of special someone in her life.
Krum was different. She didn't like him. It was plain and simple. She just wanted to have a date in the yule ball. And to have someone, particularly Harry, to notice that she wasn't just a little sister or a pal. But clearly it didn't work; Harry was so deeply absorbed just looking at Cho. He didn't even acknowledge her dramatic changes in appearance. Well, maybe he did for a short while.
After realizing that whatever happened; nothing's going to turn Harry's head towards her. She decided to lie low for a while, blend in the crowd. She even entertained the fact of going inside a muggle convent, spending the rest of her life in solitude.
Now looking back she couldn't believe, everything had just happened. Not even in her wildest dream did she imagine it coming, no, not coming but barreling towards her.
She hunched her shoulders and proceeded to march towards the battle. Whatever happens, she's sure that someone will take her baby and protect it.
The first person she had come face to face with, was Lucius Malfoy. She should have hexed him off, right then and there. But she hesitated, thinking of things that might happen to Draco if he learned that she killed his father.
She later regretted that second's hesitation. When Lucius blasted her off with a spell so powerful, that the protective charm she had cast around herself was broken in an instant. She tumbled backwards and hit the ground.
She tried to stand up but her knees gave way. She dropped on all fours and coughed up a lot of bitter tasting blood.
Lucius strode towards her, kicking her hard on her sides causing her to lie flat on her back. She looked at the bright blue sky above her.
Funny. She hadn't predicted her death to be this early.
Earlier, she was having second thoughts about killing this guy. Just because of one person. His son. Now the father is going to kill her. For the same reason, Draco.
She chuckled, but instantly regretting the action. Her insides felt all split up.
She was aching all over.
"Filthy scumbag!" roared Lucius shaking with anger. "You'll pay dearly for all that you've done! You wrecked havoc in my family!"
Hermione couldn't speak. Maybe she really deserved all these. She silently looked at the raging man in front of her. Accepting her fate.
Draco ran. Please don't let me be too late. Please. He pleaded to himself.
His eyes fixed on the two figures ahead of him.
"Petrificus Totalus!" he roared. Hitting the man standing squarely on the back, toppling him.
He then put another burst of speed. He didn't even look at the pitiful figure of his father lying stick straight on the ground.
He didn't care.
Silent tears rolled down his cheeks, as he cradled the head of the girl he loves on his lap. And placed a gentle kiss on her bloody lips. He brushed some of the stray strands of hair from her face.
"What did you do?" she whispered, then leaned on the other side and coughed up again a lot of blood.
Draco gripped her tightly and rocked her gently.
"Ssshhh." He said shaking his head at her. "No matter. Everything's going to be fine. I'm here now. Nobody can hurt you. Come on I'll bring you to the hospital wing." His voice shaking.
She's not going to die.
No, not her.
God forbid.
"Althea." Hermione whispered. She whispered reaching up to touch his face even for the final time.
Draco grabbed her hand and silently rubbed it on his cheeks. He kissed her fingers lovingly, while tears poured down his blue gray eyes.
"Take care of her for me." she whispered; her voice extremely hoarse.
"No. We're going to raise her together." He smiled down at her. His vision blurred as endless tears cascaded down his cheeks.
Hermione knew that she lost too much blood. Probably she had internal bleeding.
She never wanted to see Draco like this.
She felt so tired.
She wanted to just sleep.
Sleep and never wake up.
Her body couldn't take it anymore.
They say when people are at the verge of dying they see their most important memories.
She did. She saw everything from her birth up till now.
Her first bike ride.
Her first birthday party.
Christmases.
Her mother and father.
Trips to amusement parks.
Her letter from Hogwarts.
The day she first met Harry and Ron.
The sorcerer's stone.
Being taunted mudblood.
Ron belching slugs.
The forbidden forest.
Being petrified.
Buckbeak.
Sirius..
Yule ball.
Saving Harry..
Voldemort.
Everything .
Draco kissing her in front of other prefects during their meeting, just to shut her up.
Their throwing insults to each other.
Time when Draco said I love you.
Giving birth to Althea.
Lucius hitting her with a curse.
Draco cradling her in his arms, crying.
"Take care of her for me!" she choked up at Draco.
"No! I won't! Come on Granger! Fight! I know you can do it!" he urged, shaking her.
Hermione opened her eyes the second time. "I'm just going to sleep. Wait for me, I'll come back." She said. Her eyes dropping.
"No! Hermione.come on! Don't give up on me! I love you so much. come on now, please." He whispered fiercely to her ear, gripping her tightly, so afraid to lose her.
"Promise to take care of her for me while I'm gone. I'll come back. I promise." Her voice barely audible.
She reached up and pulled Draco in for one last kiss.
Draco could taste his own salty tears mixed with her blood. He couldn't contain his tears anymore.
It felt like time stood still. All his senses were numbed as he felt her hand slowly drop from his neck and fall to the ground in a lifeless thud.
No, it couldn't be. He thought; slowly raising his head to look at the face of his lover.
"NO!!!!" he shouted, rocking back and forth. Clutching Hermione's lifeless body. His gaze shifted to the figure of his father lying on the ground.
He did this. He stole her life, and Draco's going to do just the same.
Harry watched Voldemort fall down, crumpling to the ground, turning to ash in an instant.
Victory.
Just then he heard an agonizing scream outside the Quidditch field.
He dropped to the ground. Clutching his broom in one hand, he ran toward the source of the scream.
Draco stood in front of his father. Pointing his wand at him, he was shaking with grief, with anger, with madness.
His head was bent down. His eyes dark and lifeless.
"Did you know who just died?" he said silently. "Haven't you made my life miserable enough? All my life, I've been there for you. I followed all your orders." He said pushing his sleeves up showing the man in front of him the dark mark on it.
"And you just had to kill the only person in my whole entire life that made it bearable. You just love it when you make my life miserable. Do you?" he said. Raising his head to meet his father's eyes. His eyes burning with cold fury. "Well you know what? I just about had it. I'm not going to spend the rest of my already worthless life obeying your every single command. It's going to end tonight."
"Avada kedav-"
"Malfoy! NO!" Harry shouted, as he flung himself toward the man.
Draco fell down; his wand lay carelessly on the ground. He curled up like a ball hugging himself tightly. Sobbing uncontrollably.
Never again will he hear her voice, comforting him, warming him.
Her touch during those cold lonely nights...
The tender touch of her lips...
Her warm soulful eyes that can make him forget all else.
He will never see her again.
Never.
Harry knew how much Draco hated his father. But either way, he was still his father. And nothing could ever change that fact.