Chapter 33
"Separated"
Hermione watched as Dumbledore and many others rushed in. They were met by many Death Eaters who had rushed in from the doors. Curses and spells were flying everywhere. A curse hit the Christmas tree, catching it on fire. Saw Hermione and, no, it couldn't be. Instead of the snake-like features of Lord Voldemort, Harry was starring into the handsome face of Tom Riddle.
"Hermione!" yelled Harry as he ducked onto the floor.
"Avada Kedavra!" Tom shouted, the green light passing just inches from Harry's head.
Tom grabbed Hermione by the arm and ran out of the ballroom with her. He shot a spell over his shoulder as someone pursued them. Many of the Death Eaters and Order members busted into the hall. Tom and Hermione ducked behind a large statue. Tom sent a jet of green light toward the people. He hit someone.
"Tom, give it up." boomed the voice of Dumbledore.
"Stay here." Tom whispered to Hermione.
He jumped up and charge toward Dumbledore.
"Never!" he hissed.
The fire in the ballroom had begun to spread. Flames licked at the ceiling and coursed through the halls and other rooms. Walls had begun to cave in. The roar of the fire was loud and deafening. Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione!" she heard Harry's voice say.
She turned around and saw Harry.
"Come on! This place is about to go!" he shouted.
He helped Hermione up. They ran through the hall, ducking as a beam fell down. They ran outside. The fire had burst through the roof, sending pillars of smoke into the sky. Glass broke from the intense heat. As they were running to the front of the yard to the gates, a window burst. Tom flew out and landed on the ground. He grabbed Harry's ankle and caused him to fall to the ground. He held Harry down.
"Now I'll get you Potter!" he hissed, aiming his wand at Harry.
Hermione ran over to him and grabbed his wrist.
"No, please no!" she cried.
Tom starred at her.
"Why not?" he hissed,
"You're not like that! You don't have to kill!" she cried.
Harry struggled under Tom's grasp. Suddenly, the house exploded. A flying brick hit Hermione, knocking her out.
"No!" Tom yelled, jumping up.
He felt many hands grab him.
"Come, our Lord! We must run!" said the voices of many Death Eaters.
Tom struggled against their grasp. Harry jumped up and picked up Hermione. Tom tried so hard to wriggle free, but couldn't.
"No! Hermione!" he yelled. "Let me go! Let me go!"
His Death Eaters drug him out through a broken part in the fence. Tom kicked and struggled, but watched as Harry ran with Hermione in his arms. Her ribbon fell out, her hair rippling in the breeze.
Harry watched as the Death Eaters and Voldemort disapparated. He could still see Voldemort, so young and so handsome looking, struggling to break free from the Death Eaters who were dragging him away. His cries of ordering them to let him go echoed in Harry's ears.
Dumbledore and the rest of the Order, all safe and terribly bruised, were waiting outside the gates for Harry. He was still holding the unconscious Hermione. She looked so fragile, so beautiful.
"Is everyone alright?" asked Dumbledore.
Moody growled; Lupin was nursing a broken wrist; Ron was shocked, holding Hermione's robes that he had taken from one of the rooms.
"Yeah." someone said.
Dumbledore looked at the unconscious Hermione.
"Well, we have succeeded in getting Hermione, but we have not succeeded in getting Voldemort. Come, let us go back to Hogwarts. She will be safer there."
Harry nodded his head. Everyone disapparated back. Harry took one last look at the burning house before holding Hermione close and disapparating.
"Separated"
Hermione watched as Dumbledore and many others rushed in. They were met by many Death Eaters who had rushed in from the doors. Curses and spells were flying everywhere. A curse hit the Christmas tree, catching it on fire. Saw Hermione and, no, it couldn't be. Instead of the snake-like features of Lord Voldemort, Harry was starring into the handsome face of Tom Riddle.
"Hermione!" yelled Harry as he ducked onto the floor.
"Avada Kedavra!" Tom shouted, the green light passing just inches from Harry's head.
Tom grabbed Hermione by the arm and ran out of the ballroom with her. He shot a spell over his shoulder as someone pursued them. Many of the Death Eaters and Order members busted into the hall. Tom and Hermione ducked behind a large statue. Tom sent a jet of green light toward the people. He hit someone.
"Tom, give it up." boomed the voice of Dumbledore.
"Stay here." Tom whispered to Hermione.
He jumped up and charge toward Dumbledore.
"Never!" he hissed.
The fire in the ballroom had begun to spread. Flames licked at the ceiling and coursed through the halls and other rooms. Walls had begun to cave in. The roar of the fire was loud and deafening. Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione!" she heard Harry's voice say.
She turned around and saw Harry.
"Come on! This place is about to go!" he shouted.
He helped Hermione up. They ran through the hall, ducking as a beam fell down. They ran outside. The fire had burst through the roof, sending pillars of smoke into the sky. Glass broke from the intense heat. As they were running to the front of the yard to the gates, a window burst. Tom flew out and landed on the ground. He grabbed Harry's ankle and caused him to fall to the ground. He held Harry down.
"Now I'll get you Potter!" he hissed, aiming his wand at Harry.
Hermione ran over to him and grabbed his wrist.
"No, please no!" she cried.
Tom starred at her.
"Why not?" he hissed,
"You're not like that! You don't have to kill!" she cried.
Harry struggled under Tom's grasp. Suddenly, the house exploded. A flying brick hit Hermione, knocking her out.
"No!" Tom yelled, jumping up.
He felt many hands grab him.
"Come, our Lord! We must run!" said the voices of many Death Eaters.
Tom struggled against their grasp. Harry jumped up and picked up Hermione. Tom tried so hard to wriggle free, but couldn't.
"No! Hermione!" he yelled. "Let me go! Let me go!"
His Death Eaters drug him out through a broken part in the fence. Tom kicked and struggled, but watched as Harry ran with Hermione in his arms. Her ribbon fell out, her hair rippling in the breeze.
Harry watched as the Death Eaters and Voldemort disapparated. He could still see Voldemort, so young and so handsome looking, struggling to break free from the Death Eaters who were dragging him away. His cries of ordering them to let him go echoed in Harry's ears.
Dumbledore and the rest of the Order, all safe and terribly bruised, were waiting outside the gates for Harry. He was still holding the unconscious Hermione. She looked so fragile, so beautiful.
"Is everyone alright?" asked Dumbledore.
Moody growled; Lupin was nursing a broken wrist; Ron was shocked, holding Hermione's robes that he had taken from one of the rooms.
"Yeah." someone said.
Dumbledore looked at the unconscious Hermione.
"Well, we have succeeded in getting Hermione, but we have not succeeded in getting Voldemort. Come, let us go back to Hogwarts. She will be safer there."
Harry nodded his head. Everyone disapparated back. Harry took one last look at the burning house before holding Hermione close and disapparating.