Well, it's been over a month since I updated because I was so into updating my TT story, so I never updated. As of now, I'm up to 62 reviews for the story, which is really good. For the last chapter though, I only got 6, which was kind of disappointing, because that's where a lot of stuff happened. Oh well, I guess I shouldn't be complaining, because at least I have reviews. Oh, TomsGirl07, that was so much better than my chapter. I'd use it, but I hate going through the whole replacement chapter thing. One of my many traits; laziness.
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The possessed Hermione sauntered over with an evil smile on her face.
"Who should I murder first? Should I kill the infamous Harry Potter, or maybe make him watch me mangle his best friend?" she said. Her voice seemed like it was infused with Voldemort's evil one. She turned her head, and looked at Ron.
She then turned her entire body. She walked over toward Ron. "Do you know what I hate?" She said softly.
"Uh-uh, no?" Ron said nervously.
Hermione wrapped her hand around his neck, and pushed him into the wall. "I hate boys who realize that they like someone only until the person they like make a big change," she said, jaw square.
"Do you know how long I waited for this to happen?" Hermione said.
Ron looked into her eyes as his welled with tears. He felt like his heart was breaking. Not only was he going to end up dying at the hands of the only girl he had ever loved, but he had also not confessed his soon enough.
He tried to say something, but he couldn't breathe. Hermione smiled evilly. Then she heard a loud voice yell behind her "BOMBARDO!" A large blast of power shot out of Harry's wand, and straight into her back. Her grip soon released somewhat on Ron's neck as he began to feel himself lose feeling in his feet. Then her hand dropped altogether, as she fell to the ground. Harry ran over to where Ron sat on the ground.
Harry helped him up. "Are you okay?" Harry said.
Ron nodded, his hand caressing his sore neck. He felt bruises starting to form on it. "Ron, there's something I need to say. Lately, I don't know what's come over me. I've been acting a lot different with the Quidditch episode, paying Fleur to ask you, or even making out with her. I've been acting like a jerk, and I'm sorry," Harry said.
Ron shrugged, "Hey, I can't be that mad, especially after that whole thing during the Goblet of Fire thing. Now, what are we going to do about Hermione?" Ron said.
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Meanwhile, the true Hermione was trapped in her own mind. She lay in a small area filled with a thick black fog. Her wrists were bolted to the ground, as was her waist. She looked around, trying to free herself, but she then fell back in frustration, as she only had caused large cuts to form on her wrists. She then saw him. It was Voldemort. His long black cloak covered his lanky body. What looked like an icy mist seemed to be coming from his under his hood. He walked over and bent down next to her.
She began to cower away from him. She didn't want to, but just seemed like her body wouldn't listen to her.
"Hello…miss Granger." A sickening voice seethed out, making Hermione shiver. "Comfortable?" he asked.
Hermione just glared at him. She would never, ever speak to this…thing. He didn't deserve to be called a human being.
He stood up slowly. "You know, we have a lot in common," he said, circling her. "We both come from at least one muggle parent, we're always considered the smart one, and lastly… we both hate Harry Potter."
Hermione looked at him strangely. "I don't hate Harry. We both disagree a lot, that's all."
"Poor, poor girl. Think about it, my dear. Who is the one always causing havoc in your life? He threw that ball at you on purpose. He wanted you to fall and die. You know why? He's threatened by you. He knows you're better than him, and he wouldn't let you just break up with him like that. Who was the one who tried to break you and Mr. Weasley up? He thought you weren't good enough for his best friend, so he tried to get rid of you. Believe me, I know how it feels. He's almost gotten you killed so many times. Remember the time with the prophecy and you were hit with that painful charm. Mr. Potter could have deflected it. He could have helped you. But, no, he let you be in all that pain while he got the glory for almost defeating me. (Okay, I know that never happened. But, I just want to make it look like Harry's awful to help the next few parts. So, just roll with me.)
Hermione stared up at him. She was dazed. He- he was right, ads much as she wanted to disagree. She then saw him pull out his wand. An airy pale purple vapor shot out and floated onto Hermione.
She felt herself suddenly stop short. All she could think about was how right he was.
"You-you're right. I don't know how I didn't see this before," she said softly.
He nodded. "It's all right, dear. You can change it. All you have to do is join me. Together, we can destroy him. We can stop him from hurting us anymore. He won't be able to hurt anyone anymore."
She nodded, like a child obeying their parent. "Together, we could do anything. We could rule over this entire world, and no one would be able to stop us, especially not the notorious Harry Potter. Although, we'll have to take down all the people in here, to top them from talking, including Weasley…" he said before he drifted off.
Hermione listened, but as soon as he mentioned Ron, she snapped out of it. "I'll never help you. You're just using me. You'd never come into a partnership. You're just some psycho wanting me to not put up a fight when you try to kill me. Yeah right, no way buddy." She said.
"Suit yourself. I think it's time for me to finish what I started before," he said before he turned on his heel, and quickly stepped out.
Hermione swore to herself as she struggled with the metallic bonds restraining her. She had to get out of here, or at least try.
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The two boys stood over her, pondering over what they should do. They then jumped back as Hermione opened her eyes. She stood up. "I've had enough," a cold voice said.
"I'm thinking this that Voldemort took total control," Harry said as he started to back up.
Ron looked at him nervously, and then looked back at Hermione. Her hair was blowing upwards. Her eyes seemed to have fires erupting within them.
She then lunged at Ron, tackling him to the ground. She then once again wrapped her hands around his neck, tighter than before.
Ron looked up at her. She had a sickening grin on her face.
"Hermione, where is she?" he said with violent gasps between them.
Hermione, the true one, heard this. It was Ron, and she could sense he was in trouble. She couldn't just lay there. She then screamed as loud as she could.
The scream erupted from "Hermione's" mouth. Ron stared up at her. Hermione was inside of herself.
"Bloody hell, this is so confusing," he wheezed.
"Hermione" cringed, and then blinked a lot. Ron looked into her eyes. The fires weren't there.
She looked down. She then released her hands and stood up. "Ron…I'm sorry." She said.
Voldemort then took control again. "Shut up, you bitch." He backed away. "THIS ENDS NOW!" he shouted
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Hermione heard this, and the anger rose up with her. She couldn't let him do this, especially using her like a puppet. She had this strange feeling in her as she began to struggle with the wrist bars.
She then grunted as she pushed against them as hard as she could. There was a horrible creak, and they both popped off.
She then palmed the ground, and pulled herself backwards. Her legs swiftly pulled out of the bars. The tingly sensation filled her body as she got up and ran as fast as she could to where Voldemort had gone before.
She found him doing what looked like fighting with air. "Duh, that must be what I'm doing. She walked up, and saw what looked like a movie screen. She was fighting Harry.
"Where's Ron?" she thought to herself, scared out of her wits. She then saw him. He lay on his side unconscious. Both sleeves of the shirt he was wearing had been ripped off showing the various cuts and bruises that decorated his arms. His robe was totally torn and tattered.
"What have I done? This is all my fault," she said trembling. She crouched over.
This mess, everything that happened to Jay, Justin and Genevieve was her fault. Everything that happened to Harry was her fault. But the worst part was if she had killed Ron, it was her fault as well.
Her emotions became too overwhelming. She opened her mouth, and screamed, "NO!" She then ran toward Voldemort…
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Harry was fighting Hermione when she just stopped and screamed, "NO!" Harry saw that Ron had sat up out of the corner of his eye. He took this chance and went over. He draped Ron's arms around his neck, and pulled him to his feet.
Ron looked up and saw Hermione screaming as she held her arms out. Her head was thrown back, and her eyes were shut tight.
She then stopped. Her head dropped and she looked at them. She moaned as her eyes rolled into her head and she fell to the ground with a thud.
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How was that? Now, you may be confused about some things.
First of all, the spell Voldemort used on Hermione was only to make her totally agree with him.
Secondly, I didn't put what Hermione did Voldemort. I didn't know what to put, so I'll just leave that to your imagination.
Okay. I hope you enjoyed it. I spent a lot of time writing this, so please review. It's like my paycheck for writing this. Later!