Disclaimer: Not mine! Just rambling, that's all…using characters that don't belong to me…yeah…what ever…
Warning, this chapter is also rated on language.
Voldemort ignored the masses that stood before him. They all stared at him through blind eyes, waiting instruction. He, however, was not interested in them at the present moment.
"Yes, Riddle," hissed a strangely high voice. "The boy has fallen dreadfully low. He cannot control himself anymore, much to Godric's disappointment. I have found myself pitying those who dwell inside the castles interior. One mistake, Riddle, and the boy will destroy everything within a thousand miles of Hogwarts, and further. Before, it was minor, but now that a student has been killed, Dumbledore will put more security around the boy, making sure that nothing causes an outbreak of wild emotions that we all know will happen.
"You have trained yourself even from the beginning, ways to keep your emotions from engulfing you, and you are now masterful of it. The boy, however, is still learning how to keep his emotions from showing, nevertheless suppressing them so that they do not exist. However, we must not get careless. Your decision to get rid of the muggles did help, but the boy has not been affected by it. You must take better action. Now…" Bowing deeply, Voldemort turned to face the masses.
"You know what you are to do. Now, go!"
Hermione and Padma sat on one of the large rocks on the lake edge, watching as snow fell on top of the frozen landscape. It was the day before the ball and everybody was in Hogsmeade. Hermione and Padma, however, had no intentions of running into Harry and Ron, so they stayed behind together, walking around the grounds of Hogwarts until they reached the lake. Hermione let out a sigh.
"I guess we're not meant to keep hold of men, are we Padma?" she asked. Padma let out a bitter laugh.
"Men aren't meant to keep hold of us, Hermione. We have no use. That, or we just don't have much to give to those two asses." Hermione sighed again.
"What did we do?" she asked.
"Nothing," Padma answered. "They just found better women, that's all."
"Better women? Cho's not better than me!"
"I don't mean to offend, but Cho is a lot better looking than either one of us put together."
"Yeah, I guess your right. But she's not trustworthy. She's gone out with almost every guy in the year while Harry was gone!"
"Yeah, including Ronald Weasley…Ugh! I can't believe I spent all day yesterday crying over him!"
"Padma, he had no right-"
"To say what he said, damn straight!" She sighed, staring out at the lake, then tears started to fall from her face. "I…I can't believe…"
"Oh look what we have here," came a voice she didn't want to here. "Please, the lake is high enough, we don't need you to add to it."
"Ron," growled another voice. Both girls stood, facing Ron and Harry. Padma stared at him levelly.
"What do you want, Ronald?" she asked. He merely glared and walked away. But Hermione had noticed something else. Regret? Hurt? Love? She, completely ignoring Harry, walked off after Ron. Harry watched her and cursed under his breath, sitting down next to Padma. They sat in silence, both quietly acknowledging the hurt the other was going through.
"You still love her, don't you Ron?" Hermione asked, catching him in the Entrance Hall. He rounded on her.
"What?" he asked, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"You're still in love with her, aren't you?" He turned around and continued down the corridor.
"Why the bloody hell does it matter?" he questioned angrily.
"Why does it matter Ron?" she repeated. She grabbed his shoulder and whirled him around.
"It matters because you fucking broke her heart, Ronald Weasley!" she yelled. "She still loves you and-"
"I bloody know she loves me, Hermione!" he shouted at her. "Don't you think I know that? Of course I know! Why the hell do you think she was so fucking upset when she found out I was snogging Lavender! Or going to Hogsmeade with some Ravenclaw that I still haven't found out the name of, huh? I'm not blind, Hermione!"
"Then why are you acting like a freaking prat, Ron?"
"Because I can't let her take me back!"
"What?"
"That is not the first time I've hidden stuff from her, okay!" Hermione looked shocked.
"Ron…"
"Yeah, I know Hermione! What have I kept from her? Over five different rendezvous with over five different girls, Hermione, that's what. I'm no good." He slid down against the wall, leaning his head against it.
"Cho's not the first one I've been with, Hermione," he muttered, staring up at the ceiling. "I never plan for these things to happen. But Padma was right. I had spent way to much time with other things once I got back into Hogwarts that I guess we grew apart." Hermione kneeled down next to him.
"Do you still love her, Ron?" she asked. He continued to stare at the ceiling.
"Why do you think I can't let her have me back, Hermione?" he asked. "If she let me back, I might just end up breaking her heart again. If I hurt her again…the look on her face when she saw me with Lavender broke me, Hermione. I knew I would die if I saw that look ever again."
"What look was that, Ron?"
"Like I had just ripped out her soul, dangled it in front of her and then fed it to a dementor. I never want to see that look on her face ever again, Hermione…never again will I be the one to place that look on her face."
Harry pushed the corn stalks out of his way, only to be met by more. Moonlight shone over the field as Harry maneuvered his way through the field of corn.
"Yes, that is it," hissed a voice. "The closer you get, the more harm you put yourself in. You know of nothing that you walk into, boy!"
"I know exactly what I'm walking into," Harry muttered to himself. High-pitched laughter echoed by the rumbling of the earth echoed around the field.
"You think yourself wise boy. You know nothing of what you stand in. Here there be monsters!"
Harry jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. His raven hair was plastered to his scalp and forehead as he shook uncontrollably. Reaching for his glasses, he tried to organize his thoughts, which seemed to have taken a leaping dive out the widow along with any sense of bravery and courage when the nightmare he had just experienced came waltzing in. What the bloody hell had that been? Trying to stop the shaking, Harry settled back down in bed. Glancing at the clock, he realized that it was only 1:13 in the morning on the day of the ball. He rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.
A field? he thought. What in Merlin's name would I be doing in a field?
You're starting to take this seriously, aren't you? asked that annoying voice in his head.
We've had dreams before that have turned out to be true! said the second voice.
Like when? Asked the first.
Right before our fourth year, the third voice piped up.
Oh, crap! Not you again! Cried the second voice.
I thought we fried your ass, growled the first voice.
I bet you had something to do with this dream of ours? Accused the second voice.
Why do I have to have something to do with this?
Because you always do! Yelled the first and second voice in unison.
I don't know why you're making such a bitch about this anyway! No one died in this dream. Nothing happened. Just us in a field somewhere with an eerie voice that has no body, that's all!
This could have something to do with our powers? Said Voice 1. Voice 3 grumbled something.
Aha! Exclaimed Voice 2. It does have something to do with our powers. Spit it out!
Yes, Harry, we are all quite anxious to know what you've been hiding inside all this time.
Who the fuck are you? asked all three voices at once, worry etched into their voices.
Oh, I'm just another voice in Harry's head. Yes, a voice Harry. That's all you'll ever know until it's too late! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
GET OUT!
Silence greeted Harry's screams. Only silence.
A few minutes ago
Screams echoed the field. Hermione backed up, Ron in front of her, protecting her from the screeching masses.
"We've got to get to that house, Hermione!" he roared above the clamor.
"What about-"
"We have to go, Hermione!"
"But-"
"Do you want to die here?"
"…we can't just leave-"
"We don't have a choice, Hermione! Now come on!" A huge roar rose above the screeching. Both Gryffindors looked up to see fire. Burning fire that clashed with cold, white fangs. The battle raged as both of the Hogwarts students fled for the mansion on the hill when Hermione screamed.
"Hermione! HERMIONE!" Her eyes snapped open as Parvati shook her awake. Parvati's brown eyes were wide with fear.
"Hermione, are you ok?" she asked softly. Hermione suddenly burst into tears and Parvati pulled her into a hug.
"It's okay, sweetie," Parvati whispered. "It was just a nightmare. It's over."
"No," Hermione murmured. "It's just begun."
Ginny looked up at Hermione as she sat down for breakfast in the Great Hall.
"You look dreadful," she said. Parvati sat down next to Hermione.
"She had a rough night," Parvati stated, closing the conversation. Ginny shrugged and went back to her conversation with Dean and Seamus.
Ron stormed in a minute later, looking murderous. He sat down next to his sister and started to pile food on his table when to students entered the Great Hall. Padma Patil had her arms wrapped around Ashton Gold, one of the most sot after guys in the seventh year. Ron stared daggers at the couple as they sat down at the Ravenclaw table. If looks could kill, Ashton would have to be dug up from his grave more than once so that Ron could finish the job. Ginny exchanged glances with Parvati and Hermione.
"Umm, Ron…"
"Stupid bitch," Ron growled, hunched over his plate. "Thinks she can just go and throw herself on whoever will take her. She was crying over me the other day. ME! Man, I wish she would just take her wand and stick it up her-"
"RON!" Parvati yelled. Ron muttered something under his breath and held his silence.
Harry came in about five minutes later. He sat down between Hermione and Parvati, completely oblivious to Hermione's presence. Either that, or he was just ignoring it. Hermione stared at him for a second and then cleared her throat. Harry glanced up at her then went back to his food. She frowned.
"Excuse me," she said. "I think you're wanted on the other side of the table."
"I think you're wanted on the other end of the table," he grumbled back.
"I think you're wanted at the bottommost pit of hell, you bastard!" The table flipped over as he stood. Though absolute fear coursed through her entire being, she stood before him. Everyone scrambled out of the way.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to, Granger?" he growled.
"A self absorbed git who thinks he can tell lies and get away with it!"
"Who said I was telling lies!"
"I can't believe I am having this conversation with you!"
"I should have left you dying in the Hospital Wing! (this earns him several shocked gasps from the crowd) Then I wouldn't have to put up with you!"
"Maybe you should have!"
"I can't believe I saved a fucking Mudblood like you! I hope Voldemort finds you and freaking kills off all of your stupid race!" His rage was nothing compared to the complete and utter hurt that appeared on her face at that moment. Tears appeared.
"You don't mean that," she murmured. He leaned in close, his eyes dancing dangerously as he smirked.
"Every word," he said, getting a sick rush from the tears that poured down her heartbroken face. Grinning with satisfaction, he whirled around and walked away. But he didn't get to the doors when he heard her reply.
"I hate you." He froze.
"What?" he asked slowly, not turning around.
"I hate you," she muttered again. In a heartbeat, he was in front of her, flames burning in his eyes. Students were standing in their seats to see what was going on.
"Do you want to run that by me again, Granger," he growled.
"I think you heard me, Harry," Hermione said. "You're not the person I thought you were. You're worse. You're not Godric's heir. You're Satan's." His fingers were around her throat faster than lighting. Dumbledore stood.
"Mr. Potter, please release Ms. Granger, NOW!" The fingers only tightened. Harry smiled as she tried to remove his hold on her.
"Suffering," he said quietly as he watched her struggle. "That is what I wish on you Dumbledore." His eyes turned from green to red as a cold smile. "Only suffering." He looked up at Dumbledore and the grin widened, but never reached his eyes.
"Die," he hissed in a voice not his own. Raising his hand, he pointed it at Dumbledore. "DIE!" Black fire exploded from Harry's fingertips. It roared down the aisle and engulfed Dumbledore. The students and staff all began screaming and yelling, some of them running for the Entrance Hall. The doors swung shut, sealing off the exit. Hell unleashed itself as the walls, tables, windows and doors flew up in unbearable fire.
"Harry, what the hell do you think you're doing?" yelled a voice from behind him. Harry spun around, Hermione still in his hands. Godric stood there looking enraged.
"Godric," came that unearthly voice from Harry's lips. "How good it is to see you again. This time, I will not be subject to death. No, I think this time, I will be the one to destroy you!" Throwing Hermione to the ground like a rag doll, Harry spread out his fingers. A black flaming ball of energy erupted appeared in his palms. Godric shook his head.
"Release the boy," Godric said.
"The boy is mine."
"Release the boy."
"He belongs to me!"
"RELEASE THE BOY!" Godric roared. Black fire engulfed Harry.
"THE BOY BELONGS TO ME! HE IS MINE!" Black fire crashed with white. Flames engulfed the Great Hall.
"YOU HAVE NO DOMINION HERE!"
Kingsley shook his head, surveying the scene. Mad-eye stumped up, Arthur Weasley with him.
"Can you believe it!" Kingsley exclaimed. "Not one damn clue about who did it. Just like the muggles. Not one damn clue!" The three Order members watched as Ministry Aurors streamed in and out of the surrounding buildings. Arthur shuddered as the bodies were being examined. Or what was left of the bodies.
"The way they were killed is just…" He put a hand to his mouth to stop from vomiting. Mad-eye's magical eye swirled around, picking up everything and anything from the gruesome slaughter that stood before him. An auror walked up.
"I just don't get it, Moody," he said. "Here we have a mass murder, and, even though there should be, there is absolutely no evidence as to who did it. The only thing we know is: It's the same murderers from the Granger residence,"
"How many do you think did this?" Kingsley asked.
"That's the problem!" the auror cried. "There's no evidence as to how many committed the mass murder. Could have been two, could have been a thousand, nobody knows!"
"How is it possible to have a thousand murders storm a town and nobody to call the muggle police or anything?"
"We don't know that either. The other thing we know is that the bodies were eaten."
"Eaten?" Arthur asked, his eyes widening. The auror nodded grimly.
"Have you seen the bodies? On some of them, all that was left is the brain and eyes." Mad-eye watched as a bucket was being carried away, and swore he heard squelching noises.
"I still don't get how nobody notified the police or the Ministry. You said there were a couple of witches living here?" Moody asked. The auror nodded and walked off to assist with some of the bodies.
"Not even magic could have stopped people from reporting the incident. Kingsley, are you sure there was no magic used in this?"
"Magic hasn't been used here since three years ago, when the witches moved here. No magic was used in this attack."
"Then what the hell happened?"
Suddenly, Tonks ran up, looking pale.
"You have to come quick, something's happened at Hogwarts!"
Dean ran up the stairs, down the corridor, and stopped in front of the Hospital wing doors. Looking in, he wished he had stayed in the common room. A student and staff member occupied every bed and chair. St. Mungo's Healers were streaming in and out of the infirmary as Madam Pomfrey ran around, helping with potions. Dean touched the bandage on his head and slipped in, looking for Ginny. She had been one of the many who had not returned almost immediately to the common rooms. He spotted the telltale flaming red hair in one of the beds. Avoiding an extremely annoyed looking Healer, he slipped up beside the bed. Ginny had bandages on her arms and one around her neck and ear. She looked up from a potion a Healer had given her.
"Hey," she greeted, putting the potion cup down. Dean reached down and touched her bandaged arm.
"You look bad," he said. She shook her head and nodded at the blankets covering her legs. He lifted them and immediately felt sick. There was no skin on her legs and one of them had no muscle on the bone from the knee down. (A/n: if anyone's seen the Mummy Returns, her leg looks like that guy's hand after he pulls it out of the hole) He put the blankets back down and grabbed Ginny's hand, squeezing it tightly. She smiled wanly.
"Don't worry, Dean," she whispered. "Madam Pomfrey says the Healers can fix it in a few days."
"Gin, your legs…" he ran off, not knowing what to say. She pulled him down and kissed him firmly on the mouth.
"Don't worry," she told him again, looking him straight in the eye. "I'll be fine." He pulled her into a hug, not knowing what else to do.
Ron paced like a madman outside the Hospital wing doors. He had seen Dean sneak, and knowing Dean, he had probably gone to see Ginny. Ron wasn't concerned about that right now. He had seen the Healers levitate Padma into the infirmary and from what he had seen before he was ushered back to the Gryffindor common room, she was in really bad condition. But Padma and Ginny were the least of his worries. He needed to talk to Madam Pomfrey about where they were keeping Hermione. They had not been taken to the infirmary.
Ron had been the one to find Hermione in the Great Hall. She had been buried under the Slytherin table and when he had finally gotten her out, she had lost more blood than when Harry had cursed her. She had, curiously enough, not passed out. Instead, she was crying hysterically. Professor Sprout thought it better if she be knocked out, saving her from enduring pain.
Ron was nervous, though. They had not found Harry or Dumbledore after the explosion. Everyone he had talked to was convinced that Dumbledore was dead, and Ron was starting to believe the same. After the explosion, all the fires had gone out and where Dumbledore had been was a large scorch mark. Where Harry and Godric Gryffindor had stood, only Godric stood. He said nothing of Harry's whereabouts; only that Harry would be disturbed at the present moment.
Madam Pomfrey came out, looking very exhausted. Dean followed her. She spotted Ron and walked over.
"Mr. Weasley," she said. "I assume you are looking for Ms. Granger." Ron nodded. "Ms. Granger is being treated in the Room of Requirement. We could not have her in the infirmary as fear of spreading anything."
"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey," Ron said and walked down the corridor, Dean beside him.
"How's my sister?" Ron asked.
"I don't want to tell you because I don't want to remember," Dean mumbled. Ron stared at him.
"How bad is it?" he asked.
"One of those injuries that nightmares are made of," Dean muttered, shuddering visibly. They walked in silence, each deep in their own thoughts. When they reached the stairs, Dean said goodbye to Ron and headed for the common room while Ron walked on to the Room of Requirement.
If she dies, it's your fault.
She won't. I didn't do anything to her.
Oh really? Strangling a person is considered not doing anything?
Shut up. She's fine. I'd hardly call what I did strangling.
Yeah, just a little love squeeze around the neck, that's all it was. Have you gone mad!
One of us has.
Don't sass me! I happen to be the logical of the both of us. You're just too damn emotional.
Whatever…
You have problems! Forget the subconscious! You're enough to bring the whole damn school burning down to the ground!
Hey! Did you hear what she said? She hates me? SHE HATES ME? She has no right, the bloody Mudbl-
Don't even say it! What the hell is your problem? You need her! You love her!
Love her? LOVE HER? I DON'T LOVE ANYONE!
Then why did you protect her?
Protect her? I never protected her.
Before the fight with Godric, you forced Him to let her go. You knew that if He had kept hold of her, she would have died in the fire. Instead, you had Him release her so that she wouldn't get hurt.
That's not true! I released her because I couldn't attack Godric with her in my hands.
You couldn't attack Godric if our life depended on it! He did and you know it!
"Yes I did. Weak little Potter."
Get out!
"So lost, so alone."
Get out!
"But you cannot keep her from me for long, boy."
If you touch her, I'll kill you!
"I will have the girl, Potter. And then we will see who has dominion over who!"
Get Out! GET OUT! GET OUT
"GET OUT!"
Hermione sat up in bed, smiling at Ron. The Healer handed her a cup of tea and left the Room of Requirement.
"Hey Ron!" she exclaimed. He kissed her cheek and sat down in the chair next to the bed, an anxious look on his face.
"How are you, Hermione?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I'm okay," she answered, taking a sip of the tea. "The Healer says I'll be okay for the ball tonight. I just bled a little bit, that's all Ron!"
"A little bit?" he asked, his eyes bugging out a little bit. "A LITTLE BIT? Hermione, you bled more than when Harry cursed you! That's not a little bit!" Hermione sighed and placed the cup on the bedside table.
"Where is he?" she asked softly. Ron shook his head.
"Nobody knows, 'Mione," he answered. "He hasn't been seen since the explosion." Hermione looked around the room.
"Why is this happening to him, Ron?" she asked. "He's only seventeen, Ron! No seventeen year old should have to be trained to kill!"
"He doesn't have a choice, Hermione," he said. "It's him or Voldemort. Godric's trying to help him, Hermione, but…"
"He's to weak," she finished for him. Ron stared into the fireplace.
"You don't really hate him, do you Hermione?" he asked.
"Of course not, Ron," Hermione answered. He turned to her.
"Than why'd you tell him you did?"
"Because I didn't have anything else to say."
The afternoon at Hogwarts went by fairly quickly for the staff working in the infirmary. They got all the students and staff out of there by four o'clock. Hermione was released at 5:30, allowing her only an hour and a half to get ready for the 7 o'clock ball.
At 6:55, Ron, Dean, Neville, and Seamus were all waiting in the common room for their dates. Parvati and Lavender came down, each wearing matching dark purple strapless ball gowns. Parvati and Seamus left with Neville and Lavender following. The next to come down was Ginny. Dean smiled as she twirled on the bottom step to the girls' dormitories, showing off a black and red dress that stopped at her knees and came up when she twirled. (Like Marilyn Monroe's dress if you know what I'm talking about.) Ron frowned but said nothing as she gave Dean a kiss on the cheek and the couple left. Ron looked up the stairs and found he couldn't breathe.
This may have been his best mate, but damn!
Hermione smiled at his expression. She looked stunning. She sported a strapless, floor-length ivory ball gown. It wasn't too loose or too close fitting, yet showing off her curves in all the right places. Her hair was up in an intricate bun, with a few tendrils of hair falling down around her face. As she came down the stairs, she seemed to almost float, like she wasn't touching the ground at all.
"Ronald Weasley, wipe that look off of your face!" she giggled as she stopped in front of him. He grinned.
"Wow! Are you sure you're Hermione Granger?" he asked. She shoved him good-naturedly, smiling broadly.
"Save the comments, Ron," she said, taking his arm. "We have a ball to attend!" Laughing, they left the common room, heading down the corridor to the Entrance Hall.
Dean and Ginny were in the Entrance Hall, talking to Parvati and Seamus. Seamus glanced up the stairs and let out a whistle.
"Whoa, isn't that a sight Dean?" Everyone in the Entrance Hall looked up the stairs. Hermione beamed and came down the staircase slowly, Ron at her side. They made their way through the gaping crowd to Ginny.
"How do I look?" Hermione asked. Ginny rolled her eyes, smiling.
"You look great Hermione," she responded. Turning to Ron, she said, "Don't let her out of your sight, Ronald! There are many men here who would be willing to put to bed that one."
"Who wouldn't? Oww!" Dean rubbed his shoulder ruefully, glancing at his frowning girlfriend. "It was a joke! A joke!" Ginny rolled her eyes and walked off. Dean followed her. "Come on Gin, it was a joke! Can't you take a joke!" Ron gave a small smile.
"Stop Ron," Hermione grumbled, pulling him towards the Great Hall. Entering, she gasped. It was magnificent. Ice sculptures decorated the sides, accented by the light snowfall that came down from the enchanted ceiling. Tall Christmas trees stood in the corners, decorated with ornaments and ribbons. An orchestra played on a platform. The floor had been coated over with a substance made to look as if you were walking on ice. Tables and chairs lined the walls.
Ron led them over to a table and went off to get them something to drink. Watching the couples dancing, Hermione suddenly felt empty, like something was missing. But it soon passed away as the person she had hoped to avoid this evening showed up.
"Hermione, it's so nice to see you!" Cho exclaimed as she walked up with her date. Hermione eyed her.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"You're assuming I want something?"
"Well, why else would you be here?"
"Well, now that you mention it, I was wondering if you had seen Harry anywhere?"
"I'm not his keeper. That's your job." Something moved just beyond the door.
"How's that?"
"You're his girlfriend, you should know where he is." There it was again. What is that?
"Well, I obviously don't know where he is, so that's why I'm asking you!"
"Well, I obviously don't know where he is either." What the heck…
Ron showed up then. He glanced at Cho, frowning. Placing down the drinks, he offered his hand to Hermione.
"Cummon Hermione, up on your feet!" She took his hand and followed him onto the dance floor.
"Have you seen her?" she asked him as they danced. Ron glanced at her.
"Who?" She rolled her eyes, getting frustrated.
"You know exactly who I'm talking about, Ronald!" He heaved a sigh, nodding to the left. Hermione looked in the direction he had indicated. Padma was on the floor, dancing with Ashton. She was wearing a strapless magenta, knee length dress and her hair was done in curls. She looked like she was having a great time.
"Ron…" Hermione started.
"Don't 'Mione," he muttered, turning away. "I did this, I'll face the consequences."
"But you love her Ron!"
"That doesn't mean anything to her if I've been other women and tell her that."
"If she loves you…"
"Why would she, Hermione? After everything I've put her through, why the bloody hell would she love me?"
"Because I know you can change." Ron spun around, his blue eyes meeting her dark brown ones. Ashton seemed to have gone to get her a drink.
"How do you know I can?" he asked softly. She gave a small smile and began walking away. Stopping a moment, she looked back over her shoulder.
"Because I believe everyone gets a second chance." With that, she disappeared into the crowd. Ron stared after her and then headed out the side door of the Great Hall. The teachers had made a sort of garden thing for the students to enjoy. It was magically heated so a lot of the students already occupied it. Hermione followed Ron as he headed farther back, but something was bothering her. Something rustled and she turned around, but the path behind her had no one on it. They finally stopped at one of the benches. Ron put his face in his hands.
"I don't believe it," he muttered.
"What's not to believe, Ron?" she asked, kneeling down beside him. She reached up and took his face in both her hands, staring directly into his eyes. "No one should be forced to live their life without the person they love."
"You did that to Harry," he said. She sighed.
"No Ron," she said. "I didn't."
"RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Everything around them exploded as something started to screech. Ron reached for his wand while trying to cover his ears at the same time. Hermione backed into him as she stared, terrified, at what was before her.
They tore at each other, all trying to get at the two students. Some of them ate each other because they could not wait any longer. Blood flew as skin and bones were ripped apart by these monsters. Hermione let out a scream as one grabbed the hem of her dress.
"Incindio!" Ron yelled, and three of the beast burst into flames. Blood dripped from them as they fell back against the overwhelming masses that seethed from the woods around them. Suddenly, Hermione found that there was nobody behind her.
"RON!" she screamed as she watched in horror as he sank into the masses. She clambered up onto the bench, tears running down her face as the masses tore at her dress to get to her. Something flew through the air and dropped at her feet. She shrieked, backing away from it. One of the beasts reached and grabbed the old wizard's head, tossing away the half-moon spectacles before devouring the head.
"RON!" she cried again. "RON!"
The last thing she saw was the rotting flesh as the masses pulled her in.
A/n: SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry! I am sooooooo sorry about this being so late, but, as you can see, I wrote quite a bit. I have been on vacation and just got back in time to send this in. Here it is! Hope you like this one. I'm pretty sure all of you have figured out what's got them, but I won't tell…until the next chappie probably. ENJOY! And PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks soooo much to:
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