Hi everyone and welcome to the plot idea that has been running through my head for years. I hope you enjoy the plot and my writing as I am new to creating my own fanfiction. Please let me know what you think and thank you for taking the time to check this out! -Dayin
The ground rushed up to meet Hermione as she was thrown out of the portkey. Her body landed with a sickening crunch in her already broken leg. She couldn't remember a time before the pain anymore, but it never ceased to amaze her how new limits of pain could always be reached, just as she thought she had felt the worst a new worse pain would take its place.
The murderous eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange watched with glee at her suffering as if she was drinking in every drop of her pain. She cackled as she strutted back into her position in the line of death eaters who were eagerly awaiting their next instructions, like dogs salivating over the most delightful treat.
Taking a moment to breathe and look at her environment she immediately began taking note of all she could see and feel. There had to be something she could use. The death eaters were arrogant thinking they had broken her enough that she wouldn't be a threat.
The ground itself was cold and damp beneath her hands, the wind crisp on her flushed cheeks. She was in the courtyard just outside the castle entrance, a line of her friends stood blocking off deatheaters from entering.
She could see the horror on her friends faces as they took in her frail form, she couldn't imagine what she must look like to them now. Her weak appearance had definitely been enough to convince the death eaters it would be a show of power to bring her along.
She couldn't move much; her leg was totalled and her back had been scratched by Greyback possibly beyond repair. Or at least that's what the feelings of her torn muscles told her.
Her options were going to be limited but there must still be some hope, with everyone standing to fight like this that meant there was still something to fight for.
All hope was not lost.
At least that is what she thought until the group of death eaters led by Voldemort walked out of the woods. Hagrid trailed behind them with tear-filled eyes and chest heaving with silent sobs.
And in Hagrid's arms lay a large lump that hung limply with all its limbs dangling about at awkward angles as the giant clutched it just a bit too tightly to him. She began noticing with increasing horror that the lump looked awfully familiar, its awkward shape starting to take a new form in her eyes as she took in the messy black hair and tattered jumper she had borrowed countless times during their camping.
It was Harry. Harry's body lay in Hagrid's arms.
She watched as Voldemort strode up to the group waiting to oppose him, his body vibrating with a venomous excitement and the death eaters closing in getting as close to the action as possible. They were about a meter away from Hermione as sobs wracked her body, which were met with vile snickers from those close enough to hear.
"The war is over, your boy who lived, is now the boy who died screaming '' he mocked with a sickening grin. "It's no wonder really why you all lost, you placed all your hope on the strays and runts of society. Choosing to believe in mudbloods and blood traitors over the truly elite and pure wizards that made up my forces."
She felt her ears begin to ring as her brain tried to catch up to this terrible news. All her friends were gone. Ron had left them in the forest to die after collapsing their wards and now Harry, her friend, and brother in all, but blood had died. She could do nothing her body was so broken from the torture it had endured, and now it would all be for nothing.
She mournfully examined Harry as his body lay in Hagrid's arms. She had last seen him when he had escaped Malfoy Manor with Dobby after their capture when Ron had collapsed their wards.
When Dobby came and she realised only one of them would be able to escape she had lied to Harry and told him he could come back to her. Secretly she had a tear-filled exchange with Dobby and convinced the small elf to promise to take Harry away and not allow him to return. In the last moments she had seen Harry alive, he had been so angry at her. A fact she was willing to accept at the time because she believed he would be safe.
Voldemort was strolling leisurely back and forth in front of those who had fought against him. He looked so strangely comfortable like he had not a single care in the world in fact he seemed to savour each second taking his time with each syllable to leave his mouth as if he was committing them to memory.
"All your hope is lost, and the light has fallen, just the prophecy predicted you have no way of defeating me. Swear your loyalty now and I will show those of you I deem worthy forgiveness for your insolence" he taunted, stretching his hand out and beckoning for people to join him in the middle of the grounds.
No one moved a single muscle.
Until now Hermione had no idea where either Ron or Harry had been. Which she was quickly realising she preferred as she looked at Harry's body hanging in the arms of the half-giant in front of her. And if the prophecy was to be believed Voldemort was right and they were all now doomed. Hermione could barely hear Voldemort as he continued his tirade.
Feeling the hopelessness crash over her along with terrible waves of grief and fear she felt the weight of all they had lost. Harry had been her last hope in so many ways and now he had been stolen from them.
Then the unexpected happened. Neville pulled the sword of Gryffindor from the depths of the burnt sorting hat. Sprinting forward so fast that Voldemort himself was taken off guard. With one great swing, he sliced the snake's head off, killing Nagini.
This caused her brain to kick into action. It would be a long shot but with Harry's death playing in her mind it brought to light some realisations of the memories she had found in Dumbledore's pensive after he had died were right, they had collected and destroyed all of the Horcruxes and Harry and Nagini were the only ones left and with them, both gone Voldemort was nothing more than a vile, twisted and most importantly mortal man.
Realising that this would be their only chance to be rid of Voldemort once and for all she lifted her shaking head and used the last bit of energy in her body to jump up and slam into Bellatrix Lestrange.
They tussled for a second as Hermione punched, bit and kicked any part of Bellatrix her limbs could find until she lost grip of her wand which Hermione quickly grabbed.
She raised the wand and pointed it at Voldemort allowing all her grief, pain, and anger to channel through her, as she thought of every nasty fatal spell she had ever read about. She had not spoken out loud since being tortured by Bellatrix she refused to give her the satisfaction of her screams. So now instead of speaking she chanted every spell as meaningfully as she could in her head, pushing that energy through her wand hoping against hope that it would be enough.
In the end, it had almost been too simple, too quick. As the beam from her want connected with Voldemort's body his eyes had widened, changing from anger at Nagini's death to showing genuine fear for the first time. His body began to distort, and a sickening green light began to emanate from his mouth as smoke seeped from his pores. And then he fell, hitting the floor with a loud and solid thump with the smoke still hanging in the air.
The energy of thousands of spells electrifying every nerve in Hermione's body. A decade-long war over at the hands of a 17-year-old girl with a wand clutched between her fingers. One hand holding her side as it bled, the other still clutching her wand, and Voldemort's dead body on the ground in front of her.
She could faintly feel Bellatrix pushing against her, but her magic seemed to be creating a firm shield that pushed the spell back out behind her. And then Bellatrix wasn't screaming anymore.
Everyone from both sides was looking at her with equal disbelief. They had all believed that Harry had to be the one to kill him. After all, that's what the prophecy had clearly said. At that moment she felt vindicated in her hatred for divination, all the needless death, and pain for a crazy woman's ramblings that were paid too much heed.
It was silent all around. No one dared to make a sound, all scared to even breathe.
And then one weak voice croaked through, breaking the silence "Is..he dead?" whispered a sickly-looking pale Draco Malfoy.
Her opinions of Draco had greatly changed since he had become a spy for the order in their sixth year. That decision caused Hermione to rethink a lot of previously held opinions she had in her life. If someone as evil as Draco Malfoy was able to make a change for the better people may not be everything she first thought. Draco's decision to come forward was not enough to save Dumbledore as the ring was still poisoning him and so he had Snape kill him to keep Voldemort from becoming suspicious, a fact they had only learned when they had found Dumbledore's pensive and memories after he has died.
All respect she had gained for Draco she equally lost for Dumbledore after finding the memories confirming he had raised Harry for the slaughter and as a result had done the same to her and Ron. Using them to make sure Harry would have some human shields to get him to his executioner. He had justified this for himself by using the aforementioned useless prophecy and saying it was 'for the greater good'. She now vowed to no longer allow her respect for authority to cloud her judgment.
To Dumbledore, the children were just pawns that could be used as collateral damage to serve his means. Exactly the fate that Harry had just met Hermione thought bitterly.
Refocusing on the moment at hand everyone was desperately waiting on bated breath for her answer. The smell of burnt flesh seared her nostrils and a putrid green smoke was clouding her vision. She moved forward, stumbling and crawling through each step, which was increasingly difficult on her broken leg. With a hand shaking from both fear and side effects from the cruciatus curse she reached out and touched his neck.
The body was still warm to her touch. It seemed so strange to Hermione that Voldemort, the man that everyone had feared for so long, was able to be touched. Was able to be killed. Her sweaty hand and fingers felt for a pulse hoping that none would be found.
One minute passed, then two. No pulse. She again raised the wand to Voldemort quickly scanning his body for any signs of life or magic. Once more, nothing.
Opening her mouth for the first time since the manor she drew a breath of air.
"He is dead," she announced shakily.
Everyone gasped struggling to believe what they had just seen with their own eyes. And then the unexpected happened once more.
Harry jumped up out of Hagrid's arms. "What the fuck?!" he screamed in shock.
Everyone shouted in surprise at Harry's sudden recovery, jumping back from him as if avoiding a threat. He looked around taking in the scene Infront of him before his eyes settled on Hermione's frail form and the corpse on the ground in front of her that was undeniably Voldemort.
"Harry? You're alive?" She cried out, scared to believe it could be true.
"Yes, Mione I am. And you just killed Voldemort '' he spoke as if he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else with a look of uncertainty on his face at even daring to breathe the words.
His face twisted into a huge grin as he fell to the ground in front of her and gathered her into his arms hugging tight as tears of relief ran down both of their faces. "It's so good to hear your voice again Mione I missed it '' he mumbled into her bushy hair. "I have been so worried about you; Bellatrix threw a knife at us as Dobby apparated us away. Dobby died. He died and I had no way to get back and I am so sorry I didn't Mione. I am so sorry.
At that moment a loud boom of pops could be heard as the remaining death eaters apparated away in a panic. The wards around Hogwarts were still down meaning apparition was currently possible within Hogwarts grounds. Stupdifys flew through the air as students and order members tried to stop as many of them from escaping as possible with a few landing solidly on the ground.
Patroni danced around them with hurried voices sending messages to loved ones and people around the wizarding world to let them know of the events that had occurred. Within a few minutes, more pops sounded, this time it was people apparating onto the grounds to see for themselves the evidence of the end of Voldemort's reign.
Aurors quickly got to work collecting the stunned death eaters hauling them off to a more secure location.
Someone from the crowd of newly apparated people began to run at Harry and Hermione in a full sprint. Feeling very on edge at that moment she lashed out and before she could think she was jumping up and punching the attacker with the full force of her body not even considering the wand still held in her hand. With a hard "thwack" the body fell to the floor with her falling down beside it, her leg protesting her movement.
Hermione's eyes fell on thick ginger hair.
"Bloody hell Hermione! What did you do that for?!" questioned Ron as he angrily grabbed at his nose and jumped to stand up looming over her.
Hermione, still on the ground, looked back in shock at seeing Ron flinching away from his anger. Harry rushed protectively in front of her standing to block her body off from Ron's sight.
"Why would you run up to us like that after what just happened you idiot?!" ranted Harry folding his arms and looking down on the injured Weasley in front of him. "In fact why would you come up to us at all after how you abandoned us in the forest after collapsing the wards?" continued Harry with a sneer that could rival Snapes.
"Come on don't be like that, we just defeated Voldemort guys! We are going to be famous! I didn't mean to get angry Hermione just shouldn't of attacked me like that but I will forgive it this time considering how tense we all are" he chuckled as if laughing at his own joke and his face filled with unbridled joy.
His eager eyes met Harrys stern face, and when he tried to move to look at Hermione Harry pushed him back firmly.
"Jeez Harry calm down the fights over move so I can talk to Hermione too!" He ordered to no success, Harry didn't move a muscle and gave no indication that would change anytime soon.
Rons face began to look less cheerful, but he pressed on" Think of all the interviews we will be doing together for our fans, we don't want to seem disconnected so we need to talk to straighten out our story, we can just say we all helped to do it and share equal credit and split any profits three ways!"
Hermione's ears rang as she took in his words, replaying them in her mind as she couldn't quite believe that he actually had the audacity to speak them out loud.
"Ronald are you high or really just that dumb and self-centred," she responded, her weak voice still striking him venomously. "Harry and I defeated Voldemort, and we don't care about fans, profit or being famous. I mean Harry was already rich and famous enough and I never cared about that. And you didn't do anything. You left the second sleeping in a tent became too uncomfortable for you. You abandoned us and knowingly collapsed our wards from the inside so you could leave which led to us being captured and me being tortured. You can't even blame it on the locket because you refused to ever take a turn at wearing it because you didn't want the consequences affecting you. So just stay away from me if you know what is good for you" she threatened darkly, her words rising up from behind Harry's shoulder.
"Look Gred, ickle Ronniekins just got his ass handed to him by Mione the destroyer over there" laughed one of the twins as they began walking over to the trio. Upon closer inspection, Hermione could see it was Fred due to his slightly pointer face and body language.
"Just about time Forge him being babied and hidden away while the rest of us fight for our lives was getting old." George joked along wrapping his arm around his twin's shoulder and giving a lopsided grin.
The twins both looked a little worse for wear with George having a deep gash across his cheek and Fred having what looked to be a broken arm from the awkward way he was holding it. They looked down to inspect Voldemort's body; both paling at the reality of who's corpse lay before them.
"Well done, Hermione," said the twins in unison looking truly impressed and sickened.
"Got him good and dead" chuckled Fred, "You will need to tell us about that spell you used so we can do our best to never see it again it was horrifying"
"That's for sure where were you keeping all that Hermione, knew you were the brightest witch of our age but wasn't expecting you to disintegrate a death eater in front of us!" George chortled as he kicked Voldemort's body hard with the side of his foot "and the smell God, I would sell my eye teeth to never have to smell this again.
Hermione stepped back in horror at their words, Voldemort had definitely not disintegrated. That only left Bellatrix who had been behind her. She looked to the last spot Bellatrix had been and was horrified to see a large black pile of ash.
She hid further behind Harry and averted her eyes not ready to confront these emotions or her actions just yet.
The twins sensed she was not up for joking or conversation at the moment and so they simply smiled gently at her before turning to Ron with looks that could kill.
"Now little brother I think it's time you leave these two alone. They don't seem to want to talk to you and they deserve a second of peace after all that happened," remarked Fred as he and George harshly scooped Ron up off the floor and led him away.
While they were talking the loud popping of apparitions was just increasing as more and more people were filling up the empty spaces and voices were getting louder as sounds of celebration were filling the air.
"Hermione, I am Jonathan Rodson from the daily prophet. Could you please give a statement of what happened here today?" queried a reporter with a quick quotes quill at the ready. His question seemed to set off a mob of reporters who all began to shout their questions eagerly at her and Harry hoping to be among the first to get what would certainly be the biggest scoop of the century.
"Hermione, what spell did you use to vanquish He who must not be named? Was it a type of one of the unforgivable curses?"
"Harry, how do you feel now that someone else has defeated you ?"
"Hermione, do you feel that you are defeated? You know who is going to aid the world's outlook on muggleborns?"
"Harry, we are getting reports your seemingly lifeless body was carried out of the woods just moments before you know who was vanquished can you tell us what happened?"
"Hermione, how does it feel to be the saviour of the wizarding world?"
Neither Harry nor Hermione attempted to answer the reporter's questions however when the last question was asked Harry turned to Hermione who was hiding behind him and whispered "tag you're it" in her ear as he snorted out a laugh.
Chuckling weakly now that the adrenaline was beginning to wear off, she began to feel the state her body was in. Her entire body hurt terribly but some injuries were particularly loud at this moment. Namely the large gash in her side from some sort of cutting jinx she had been hit with earlier. Her hand was also beginning to swell where she had punched Ron and she wondered if she had broken a knuckle on his nose. Her head was also aching terribly where it had slammed up against the concrete when Greyback had tortured her. The scratches on her back which had torn her muscles were joined by a headache she could only assume was a concussion. Her broken leg ached nauseatingly from all the extra strain she had put on it in the past few minutes.
She began to feel the world start spinning and couldn't help but feel she was going to be sick. Harry looked down at her in worry taking in just how injured she really was "Mione I think it's time we go and get some of these wounds looked at, I am going to apparate us up to the hospital wing okay?"
Mumbling out her agreement as he wrapped his arms around her securely and they were gone with their own loud POP.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter please let me know what you thought and if you have any ideas of what you would like to see included in the story let me know and I will see if I can include them in my ideas! -Dayout