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"Hermione, is it blocked?" Lavender called loudly, stupidly, as a first year, right behind Hermione stopped, holding everyone up.
"Shut up, Lavender, you airhead!" Hermione hissed back at them. "Come on, sweety. You have to be brave. Come on," she cooed at the child, gently brushing the child's hair from his tear-stained cheeks.
"Mr. Dumbledore's gone isn't he?" the child cried, softly.
"He'll only leave us if we give up, little one," Hermione said, a tear escaping her eyes. She brushed it away violently. They were not done until they reached Hogsmeade safely, and she refused to break down until she got these students and her professor to headquarters. Hermione suddenly gasped, grabbing her stomach in pain.
"Kingsley told them," she said, hissing from the pain. Why did Snape have to make it such a painful spell?
"They have Kingsley?" Parvati asked.
"They had him, and he betrayed us. Move faster. Keep moving and if anyone stops, I will hex them into their next lifetime," Hermione said, adopting Snape's way of dealing with the younger students… scaring them into submission. She moved faster and faster, through the tunnel and when it began to incline upwards, she only pushed on harder.
Hermione gasped when they reached the doorway. She turned and kicked it open, only to have a wand in her face.
"What do we have hear, the dutiful Head girl trying to get all her little students to safety?" Draco Malfoy's sneering voice reached her ears. She kicked him hard in the face and stupefied him.
"If you were going to hex me, you should have done it instead of taunting," she muttered, jumping out of the tunnel, which was small, but came out a few feet from the floor. She helped the others out of the tunnel and kept the levitation spell on Snape, while Parvati stumbled out last. The girl took the spell back over, and they went for the secret passageway that Harry had found in his third year, with some help from the messrs, George, and Fred. She tapped it, muttering something, before opening it.
She again, helped everyone through then ran ahead of them. They had to get out and fast. They had been betrayed so either, Malfoy had been there on command or a guess, and they knew where the tunnel was, or they knew where the headquarters were. In either scenario, they had o hurry.
One of the students began to lag behind, a first-year girl, and Hermione, losing patience with the little ones, levitated her, continuing to run. She heard the door behind them blasted open and a loud lumos. She turned the levitated girl over to Seamus, telling him to keep moving. She stopped abruptly and turned to face the death eaters running up behind them.
Holding up her wand, she put up a shield. It wasn't very strong as she had been fighting all night without a rejuvenating potion, giving what her powers could offer to the more experienced fighters, such as Sirius, Dumbledore, and Snape. She glared directly into the cold eyes of Voldemort, holding the barrier up directly in front of him.
"Just give up, you worthless brat. I can think of many of my death eaters who would, how shall I say, enjoy you," Voldemort said.
"I'd kill myself before they could touch me," Hermione growled, not lowering the shield.
"Clever trick, with the broom," Voldemort said, idly, waiting for her power to wane.
"I'm glad you liked it. I thought that I might be put in such a situation, missing the group apparation out," Hermione replied, deciding to join this small talk.
"Too bad you joined the wrong side, Severus too. You two make quite a pair. It was a good strategy, actually, keeping the healer with the only one of the group with no morals killing curses," Voldemort commended.
"I wish that I could say it was planned. No one else wanted to be his partner, actually," Hermione said.
"Really? Odd, he seemed to me to be your best fighter, save Dumbledore, and he was foolishly giving all his power to that Potter child," Voldemort said. "Very noble of you to take their bodies with you, it was," he stated. "I was planning on putting Dumbledore's head on a pike outside the school, but no matter, all in due time."
Hermione's mind began to go over the ways to get out of there. She couldn't make a run for it, couldn't apparate, and Lavender was carrying Harry's broom; Parvati had Snape's.
"There's no way out of this, Miss… Granger is it?" he glanced over his shoulder. Lucius Malfoy stepped into sight, nodding.
"If my potions professor were here, he would tell me to use that big head of mine and that is what I'm doing," Hermione said, not even knowing why she answered the Dark Lord Voldemort.
"You don't act like you hate me, girl. You seem to have had a pleasant conversation with me so far," Voldemort observed.
"I don't just hate you, I loathe you, but I've had to grow up quickly, thanks to you and your war. I know that there's little I can do to hurt you, but I know someone who can. Does that scare you?" she asked, studying his face through the green-tinted barrier that came from her own wand.
"Intrigue, yes, but I do not scare so easily girl," he stated.
"Indeed," Hermione nodded. She suddenly came up with a plan. A smirk grew on her face, as she looked up at the red eyes of the Dark Lord that had long since stopped scaring her, she had seen them so many times.
"Think you have a plan?" he asked, studying her. "By all means try and if you escape, I'll know that I really do have a problem out there, girl."
"I've been studying healing and potions so much for the battle that I almost forgot about…" she trailed off. She lifted her wand straight up and the barrier became black, blocking her from their sight. She took off running, the black barrier forming into a deadly net that sent off poisonous fumes, fumes that could make the skin boil and if breathed in the lungs would completely collapse. She covered her mouth with her hand as she ran, to avoid that particular effect. She ran hard until she reached the trap-door and leapt out into the cellar of Dunkley's.
It was desolate and abandoned. She couldn't see any of the students she had gotten out. Suddenly something caught her eye. It was the symbol of the Order of the Phoenix. They had been there. She tapped her wand on the crest, mumbling the password for the order, so quietly that she could barely hear it herself.
A voice began to speak to her in the soft, rushed voice of Parvati Patil. "We got him out, but set the wards up before we left. I hope you get there in time. We couldn't apparate Snape. I can only take three and Seamus took four, but Lavender can barely apparate without the added threat of splinching Professor Snape. The wards are designed, remember so we can't apparate back in, but we couldn't have left one of the children. God, I hope you reach him in time. You have told me how great his powers were. He may be our last hope in this battle, if there is any. Save him Hermione, if you can." The speaking ended.
Hermione let out an angry growl, and stood. She mumbled, "Revellio," and there he was, floating in front of her, unconscious still, a cut along the side of his face, blood of his own and others glinting on his black robes which were also caked in mud. She would get them for leaving him behind, but she couldn't claim that, in Parvati's position without the stronger powers of teleportation, she would have made a different decision. She lowered him gently to the ground with a spell, and wrapped her arms around his torso, and closed her eyes, focusing as much energy as possible on this apparation. She held on tightly, making sure to not move an inch, or even breathe.
With an unpleasant crack they appeared on the floor of 12 Grimuald Place. Hermione heard a rush of movement around her, trying to go to her and help her with Snape, but she stood, stopping them. "They have Kingsley, and he has betrayed us. We must move quickly and get out of this house!" she shouted, over everyone.
"Where will we go, 'Mione?" Ginny asked, her face strained and tired.
"Remus, that werewolf friend of yours, in America, what was his name?" she asked.
"Oz," Remus replied. "He lives in LA."
"Would he have a place for us to stay?" Hermione asked.
"Do you mind vampires?" Remus let a small, grim smirk cross his face.
"Right now? Not at all," Hermione said.
Okay, I'm curious if anyone would mind me making this just slightly a crossover with Angel. I'll treat them as I would OCs, with respects to introductions and such, but they will be who they are. Tell me what you think. I'll write the next chapter both ways, and be ready with whichever you think.
Also, I know I portrayed the first years to be like five-year-olds, but wouldn't you act like one if you were 11 and Voldemort had stormed the castle?
In any case, please review
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