The group of wizards and witches stood in a circle in a small shielded glade a few metres from where the death eaters were beginning to assemble, deep in the woods miles away in the middle of nowhere.
Hermione pulled the sword out of her pocket, making it grow, and held it with trembling hands. Harry, seeing her fear, hugged her tightly, desperate to not let her leave his arms. "It'll be ok, Hermione, don't cry."
She didn't cry, not then, anyway. She had spent months preparing herself to face this, but it had all fallen away in an instant.
"When did we get so old?" She asked sadly.
"When did we have to fear for the next day we lived?" Ron asked, coming to stand next to the two.
"When did we loose our innocence?" Harry stared at the sky which was barely visible through the trees.
For those questions, no-one had an answer. The three held hands, looking at their positions.
"We're like a triangle." Ron said thoughtfully. "Without one of us, we wouldn't stay together." Hermione giggled at his seriousness.
"That, Ronald Weasley, was the deepest comment ever to escape your mouth." He mock bowed. "But its amazing how true that is. Did anyone ever regret any of it?" Hermione asked, smiling at fond memories.
"Not a thing." Harry said. "Well, maybe the Triwizard tournament. That last trial… was a very, very awful thing to go through." He shuddered at Cedric's death. "D'you remember when Fred and George tried to get through the barrier on the goblet? They had beards that rivalled Dumbledore's… It was really quite funny."
"The troll in first year?" The Three seemed to think at one. "Fluffy?" Each person grimaced.
"That was the first time I faced Voldemort. You know, I'm glad it's all going to be over. I'll never have to be the boy who lived… It's quite an amazing concept. I wish I'd put my life into a pensive, all my memories… Hey, you never know, I might end up as a Hogwarts ghost, Peevs's loyal sidekick."
"Nah, can't see it myself." Hermione said. "You'd be the next Professor Binns."
"Hermione, that's disgusting, not to mention insulting. You know, this means that a lot of people get saved, Harry. Neville's parents, your parents, Sirius… So many people will be given life from a little twist in time."
"WHAT?" Hermione gaped, turning to look at the named people in total shock.
"Ron you twonk! Now she knows!" Harry glared.
"Oops… Sorry, guys." Ron blushed to the tips of his ears, and the group stood in silence for Hermione to get over her shock
"It's like fate." Hermione mused, later. "Like the way Jesus sacrificed himself for others, only to rise again and go to god." The two boys looked at her, confused. "I'm a Christian, though not a devout one."
"Excuse me." Professor Dumbledore called them back to the circle, his eyes sad. "I'm sorry, but we need to prepare." The 8 stood in a small circle, looking at each other uneasily.
"This could very well be the end of a very dark wizard, should Harry's theory be correct. We cannot afford to fail this mission, or the entire wizarding community is in danger. Ah, no, Harry, lets not, shall we?" Harry looked like he was about to tell them the meaning behind his scar. "Is everyone ready? The death-eaters are all assembled, and Voldemort will arrive within moments." Each student nodded, including Harry. "I wish you all the best of luck. Please excuse me for a moment whilst I go deal with the death eaters." The professor left the glade, a bright flash of light blinded the students for a moment, and then the headmaster appeared again.
"I don't think that they will be causing us any more problems. Let us assemble, shall we?" The group formed inside the circle of death eaters, and waited for Voldemort.
There was a bang of thunder and in a crash of green light, Voldemort appeared in the circle. Hermione felt her blood run cold with Ice at the pure anger.
"Voldemort, we have you." She said clearly, glaring at him. His red eyes looked at her mockingly.
"Little time-travellers." He taunted, his voice as cold as she felt. His laugh made her shiver. "What can you do?"
"End your reign of terror." She hissed. Dumbledore, stood opposite her, nodded at her, and she raised her sword and pointed it at Harry's chest." Harry is the last Horcrux, and in my power I will kill him to save him again!"
"You don't know what you are doing, little girl" He sneered, but she could sense his fear, however he tried to hide it. "You could not kill him, your best friend."
"Want a bet?" She hissed. She turned to Harry whilst Dumbledore attracted Voldemort's attention. "I love you Harry. I'll never forget you." He nodded, holding his head high.
"Do it, and then smile, laugh. I'll finally see my own peace; my pain from him is ended." She felt a wave of sympathy, and with all her might she pushed the great sword through his ribs, straight to his heart with a scream of pain. Ron, stood at her other side, caught him as he fell and laid him on the floor gently, eyes fresh with tears and burning hatred to the creature, for Voldemort was no man, that caused his best friends death. She was crying as she felt something stir within her, and she turned back towards Voldemort, who was crippled over in pain.
"Voldemort!" Hermione cried, and he turned to her, and saw Harry dead. He stepped back in horror, drawing his wand uselessly, and she felt it, triumph bubbling inside her. She looked him in the eye, and laughed, but something changed in her from that very moment. Something took over her, that wasn't her own spirit. Her head snapped back as she felt something push against her mind, making her want to scream. She shook violently, and the group stared at her, thinking Voldemort was torturing her.
Let me in, lest you wish to die. I have a great need to speak unto this being, I must talk through thee.
Who are you? Hermione asked the voice in pain.
I am the voice of prophecy, Hermione Megans. Let me into thine mind, I will leave as my task is ended. Hermione knew that this voice of prophecy was the one that was fabled to share the souls of true seers, and she felt humbled yet disturbed, not fully aware of her situation. The circle of wizards and witches stared at her as her eyes glowed white-blue.
"This is ye fate, Tom, I am the voice of death! Hast thou taken glory in merciless killing? For it is in those eyes I see, so red like blood. I am the voice of prophecy, foretelling thy doom!" She pulled out her wand as a signal to the others.
"No more shalt ye terrorise these lands and these people! This is as the divine have said it to be, and so shall the hands of fate turn against thee! The clock of time turns everlasting, and those who walk in the light are ever destined to change. Those who recoil to walk in the darkness fear what they do not understand, and thee, Tom, fear the light! Desperation for power heedless of thine destruction is a crime against those who created thee for pure purposes!" Hermione screamed at him.
"In cold blood have thee killed and so in cold blood shall thou knowest the true force of death! You are but one man now, Tom, and I shall see it so, now as the moon shalt rise, ye meet thy doom!"
"Avada Kedavera!" The seven voices called out to the night in unison. The green light filled Voldemort like stars, engulfing his body as he shrieked in pain. Hermione, watching in horror at what she had done to her friend, collapsed at Harry's feet, sobbing as the presence left her body her mind, as if ripping itself away from her being with a soft whispering of thanks, leaving Hermione empty and hurting. She felt her soul tear, a pain she had never known before eating at her heart.
"Does it run in your blood to betray the ones you love?" She whispered, rocking backwards and forwards, ignoring the arms that wrapped around her. She had been possessed by something she didn't understand, she had killed two people.
"I have sinned, oh lord above save me from my sins and bring me to your heaven, not to the home of the devil that burns those that have done wrong to the edge of their sanity and tortures them." She wept, her hands pressed together. She couldn't look up at any of them, but instead pushed her friends away, and with a flick of her wand, disappeared from sight.
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Hermione appeared, sobbing manically, somewhere inside the city of London, in a back street. She was near the ministry of magic, she knew, and desperately she searched for the phone box she had used with Harry only two years ago. She found it, in the same place, and fought to remember the number. Partially remembering it she took a guess, and thankfully was lucky enough to be right.
"Welcome to the ministry of Magic. Please state your name and your reason for visiting."
"Hermione Megans. I need to see Jasper Hornsby, the head of Aurors and training about my Training after leaving Hogwarts."
"Thank you. Please collect your badge and pin it clearly on your robes." Hermione took the small badge that appeared, that said her name and 'visitor for Jasper Hornsby'. The phone box took her down to the entrance and, fighting back tears; she waited as the guard took her wand and examined her. He let her pass with no issue, and she waited at the lifts to take her to the correct floor. It was getting late, and she hoped that the man she was looking for was still at work. She found herself stood on a long corridor lined with doors. Many had random names on them but meant nothing to her, but it didn't take her too long to find the office she was looking for.
The light was on, so someone had to be in. She knocked on the door nervously; it was like going for a job interview. A voice, quite deep, called her in.
"Welcome, Miss Megans. I was expecting you to visit soon." Hermione looked at the man who stood before her. He was a lot younger than she thought he would be, and tall with small glasses. He carried around him an almost touchable aura of powerful magic, and she felt slightly in awe at his presence.
"Hello, sir." She shook his hand, toying with her hair.
"Well, Miss Megans. I saw what happened tonight, the demise of Voldemort. Is it true that he is gone?" She nodded, tears prickling her eyes again. "That was an incredible feat of magic, I must tell you…" He trailed off, clearing his throat.
"I had to kill him, my best friend." She said shakily. "I need to get out of the country, for a while at least. But is …is it possible to follow my training in another country?" The man looked thoughtful.
"In America, we have a branch of Auror training. I could send you there for your first… nine months of training. You would study all of your theory and research over in New York, but you would have to come back, well, its late July now, so if you started in September and had the next month and a half to adjust… You would have to come back next May…" He concentrated on her face. "Are you sure you want to do this, Miss Megans? You will be entirely on your own, and having only been in the 1970's for just over half a year… Don't be so surprised, everyone knew of your time travelling, otherwise we would have had problems with your registrations. In fact, I believe it was me who brought you and Mr's Potter and Weasley back here in the first place."
Hermione gaped, struggling to comprehend. "You… you… but I thought it was…" The man chuckled, sitting on his desk and pulling off his glasses.
"Let's say I… implanted a few things here and there to encourage it. Welcome to 1978, Miss Megans." He gave a laugh. "I'll arrange for your transfer to the academy in New York. You will receive all your details by owl when you are over there, and will at some point take a visit from our link…basically the guy in America with my job. He's a Brit, so it should, in theory, be easier for you to adjust. I will organise your accommodation tonight and a muggle plane ticket across. You will meet someone there who will take you to your part time home. Once over there I suggest you get a job, in a music store for muggle money, or a café. Muggle money is much better to have at hand than wizard; it can be exchanged at the wizard bank which is protected by the American Ministry." He sat at his desk, and a form appeared.
"Full name, Hermione Athena Megans. Age, 18, D.O.B…" He looked at her.
"Sixteenth of September."
"So that would be a full date of 16th September… 1959?"
"Correct, well, at least I think so."
"It is. Any allergies or medical conditions that is necessary to know for health and safety?"
"Nut allergy and that's all." She said.
"Right. Now, as a matter of precaution, I need to ask if you have become an unregistered Animagus."
"I am." The man looked slightly shocked. "I take the form of a wolf."
"Can I please see so it can be recorded and registered?" She shimmered into her wolf form, and he took a set of photographs. "Thank you."
She blurred back to her human form. "A wolf is not a very common form to take; a lot of people associate it with a werewolf, although the two are totally dissimilar."
"It was done for that reason, Sir." She said with a blush. "My fiancée is a werewolf."
"Aha." He said with a smile. "Congratulations are in order, I see. Are you sure, then, it is wise for you to leave the country." Hermione paused briefly, then nodded.
"It is best, and Remus will accept it. I understand you have taken him on as an Auror as well."
"Ah, Mr Lupin. He seemed eager to do work in the intelligence and research field, so he will do a prolonged course of research and development, and a shorter span in the practical field. I will let you know that your accommodation has been set up, and you will receive your ticket in the morning. I suggest a room in the leaky cauldron for the night."
He stood and showed her out. "Get some sleep, Miss Megans, and pack for tomorrow."
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A/N Heya! Only 1 more chapter to go…. Yeyness… Right, to business. A review was submitted to my story, on the very first chapter, and it isn't very nice. Unfortunately, I have to mar my chapter with my response to it.
"CynicalGoth666,
The following review has been submitted to: Dear Diary Chapter: 1
From: Anime743
It's not RNR you fucking retard its R&R like get it fucking straight or don't post a story no wonder you only have 10 fucking reviews your story is a piece of shit on a stick!"
Right then. I'll do what I want and I will write Read and Review how I want to. Oh yes, I'm definitely a retard. I'm ever so glad you feel that way. 10 reviews is good, and please bear in mind I'm only 15. Shit? Ok then, you are entitled to your own opinion. And because it is just that, I am going to leave it up, because, like I said, it is a valid opinion. Just, for goodness sake;
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I'm sorry about that, but the person didn't leave an email contact. If anyone knows who this person is tell me because I have a few less-that-polite things to say to them.
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