Attack

Voldemort slowly rose almost zombie-like from where he was laying motionless just moments before. His eyes looked around, cold, red eyes sensing triumph. He gazed on the ground when his snake-like eyes came across Harry's body, which was lying motionless on the ground. He did not even notice or seem to care that Hermione and Ginny were clinging onto each other right next to Harry.

Voldemort began to walk towards them. Slow, menacing-like walks and with every step he took, Hermione and Ginny became more and more fearful. Hermione looked at Ginny.

"Ginny, we have to run. On the count of three, run towards that other gravestone. One," Voldemort took another step closer, "two," Voldemort was almost descending upon them, "THREE!"

Voldemort was right next to Harry when Hermione and Ginny fled to hide behind a gravestone. Ginny whispered frantically, "But Hermione, what about Harry? We can't just leave him lying there so Voldemort can kill him. Eventually he's going to realize he's not dead, and when he does, he'll kill him!"

Hermione looked back at Ginny. She knew this was true, they could not leave Harry...not when he was so weak...

Voldemort was now gazing down at Harry. A smile so much resembling a snake was looking down upon the motionless lump which was Harry. Voldemort cackled into the night and kicked Harry hard in the ribs.

As he did this, Harry groaned in agony.

Voldemort stopped laughing. Harry Potter was not dead, he had not killed him. The smile dripped off of his face like wax dripping off a candle. He looked down at him and kicked him again, hearing Harry groan once more, a little louder.

Voldemort was outraged. Anger was swelling inside him like a hot balloon. He had no one to take his anger out on, not Wormtail, not anybody. He was just about to take his anger out on the one boy who destroyed his life forever, when a girl appeared in the midst.

Hermione was running towards Voldemort, wand in one hand, and the other hand clenched into a fist. She ran so fast up to him, Voldemort didn't even have the chance to bend down and get his wand lying on the ground. Hermione charged at Voldemort and punched him right in the face.

Voldemort fell back. He was stunned.

Hermione then descended towards Harry and began to proceedingly drag him away from Voldemort. Voldemort heard Harry's body dragging against the ground and knew what was going on. He could not let the girl get away with Harry, not now, not ever.

"NO!" hissed Voldemort. He did not have his wand in his hand at the time, so he lunged towards Hermione. His cold fingers grabbed the first thing he could find: her hair. He wrenched her up by her long wavy locks and dragged her alongside him. Hermione was screaming in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"YOU WILL NOT DESTROY THIS MOMENT FOR ME!" Voldemort screamed at Hermione. He dragged her to where his wand was and picked it up. He released Hermione's hair and she toppled to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Shut up, you." hissed Voldemort. He aimed his wand at Hermione and yelled, "CRUCIO!"

It was pain beyond any pain Hermione had felt in her entire life. The pain from Voldemort dragging her head was nothing compared to this. Everything was out of control, she couldn't see anything, just flashes of memories: her mother and father finding out she was a witch, Draco Malfoy calling her a mudblood, Cedric Diggory's dead body lying on the ground, staring at her with blank eyes…

Then, Hermione heard a scream. It was not from any of her memories, but it sounded closer to her. Before she knew it, she was back into the same cold graveyard she was moments ago.

Ginny had attacked Voldemort with a spell, knocking him off his feet. She had her wand straight out, still aiming at Voldemort. In her other hand was another wand: Voldemort's wand.

Hermione could barely see anything. The graveyard and Ginny were now swimming in a colorful blur. She couldn't see, couldn't hear. She laid her head down on the ground, closed her eyes, and suddenly everything became black.

It was now up to Ginny to save everyone. She had Voldemort's wand in one hand and her wand in the other. She didn't know which spell to cast or any spell to think of. How was she to know? That was Hermione's job.