Wahhh! I've been watching too much anime and now I can't stop watching Full Moon wo Sagashite (Searching for a Full Moon) and I wasn't able to write 8 pages and now I'm literally crying in defeat! So…beaten…so…horrible…I AM SO EVIL! Ahhhhhhh! I will go cry alone in a corner, now.
Proclaiming Defeat, Capturing Triumph:
(Harry's POV)
If the world were to end, what would happen to those, to we, who tried to prevent it? And what would happen to those who we fight against? These questions ran through my head as I prepared for the last, the final battle. Shouting orders to prepare the people giving up their lives for the cause of saving all of civilization. Young, old, many had gathered. Hundreds at Hogwarts, all ready to enter a battle not only for their own lives but for the sake of the world, or at least the world as we know it.
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(Hermione's POV)
Dear Ginny,
Sometimes I wish I could just break down and cry, screaming that I've had enough of being strong for those around me. Sometimes I wish I could just tell him how much I love him, and I had forgiven him. I wish I could tell him all that was left was for him to forgive me.
I've killed, murdered ruthlessly. I've been tortured endlessly and cursed. I've been abandoned and betrayed. But I forgave everyone a long time ago. I just can't seem to forgive myself.
So this will be my last battle, no matter if I get killed during or after…by my own hands…this is my last goodbye. So, stay strong and always remember me.
Love Always,
Hermione
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(Ron's POV)
I have to keep telling myself, be strong, be brave. If I survive this thing, I promise I will admit my feelings towards Hermione and beg for forgiveness on my hands and knees, although I know she will probably never be able to forgive me.
"Death Eaters approaching the castle!" comes the shout. Everyone is tenses, and begins to get into battle positions.
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(Ginny's POV)
I admit, I am scared…no, terrified…as I get into battle positions along with the hundreds of other people that showed up. I just hope everyone can get through this, and no one…no one dies…
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(No one's POV)
Hundreds gathered outside of Hogwarts castle, including students from various schools such as Beuxbatons and Dermstrang. They would take care of the Death Eaters, as long as Harry would lead them into battle and hopefully defeat the Dark Lord once and for all.
The Death Eaters came closer, and clashed with the hundreds gathered to stop them in their tracks. Spells collided with people, and both sides fought hard. If you were watching from above, you would see the Boy Who Lived…the Chosen One…making his way through the crowd, towards the center of the battlefield where Voldemort awaited him.
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(Harry's POV)
"This is it, Voldemort! The end of the line! Only one can live while the other survives, isn't it? I'm going to be the one to survive," Harry yelled over the roar of the raging battle.
"You speak great words for such a scrawny little seventeen-year-old boy, don't you, Potter? Such…harmful words," hissed Voldemort. And this began the battle which had lasted for seventeen years, which held the fate of the world in its outcome.
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(Ginny's POV)
I am making sure to stay close to Harry and Voldemort, and I watch closely. Hermione and Ron are nearby, ready to help him if need be. So far we outnumber them greatly, and there seems to be no doubt we will prevail over at least the Death Eaters, if not Voldemort himself.
This will be a life-changing day for sure.
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(Hermione's POV)
We have been fighting for hours (An/I have only gotten two pages written…maybe this won't be as long as I expected. But then, who knows?). Over half the Death Eaters are dead or captured. Many of us have been hurt or killed, but the battle rages on. I fight ruthlessly, like a fighting machine. (An/I am a lean, mean, fighting machine. Lean, mean, fighting machine…heh heh…) How many have I killed now? At least ten men. Harry isn't doing the best with Voldemort, either. He is hurt and bleeding, but I know better than to interfere. Ron keeps glancing worriedly at him, and at me. Mostly me. I have felt his eyes on me for at least half of the battle. What's with him? Has he forgiven me? But it's too late, isn't it?
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(No one's POV)
"Avada Kedavra!" shouted Voldemort once again. Harry dodged it. Now was the time to set his plan into action. He ducked and dodged, but never once cast a spell. He was wearing Voldemort out, and Voldemort knew it.
Finally, Harry saw his opening. But Voldemort got there before him, casting another Avada Kedavra curse at him. It was going to hit.
That is, until someone stepped into the way of the curse. The person flew back into Harry, momentarily knocking him off his feet. He opened his eyes, only to see that the person who had blocked the curse was not Ginny, or Ron, or Hermione, but his second most worst enemy: Draco Malfoy.
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(Ron's POV)
Hermione's eyes widened as she watched Malfoy jump in front of Harry. Why would he do such a thing? I was sure that was what was running through her head. But instead, she ran over to his body in supposed shock. Why would she care? Why would Hermione care about the very one who had put her under the imperious curse and turned her in to Voldemort? Had she betrayed us?
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(Hermione's POV)
Malfoy took the blow for Harry? I am sad for his death, because he was a traitor to the Dark Side, and helped us in more ways than one. He is the one who helped me escape from Voldemort. But I cannot think about this now, there are too many spells being shot at me, and I have to fight back. So I will be sorry after the battle is over.
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(Voldemort's POV)
Mwahahahahahahahaha! I knew that idiot boy was a traitor all along! I never knew he would go as far as to block my Avada Kedavra curse from hitting Potter. Ah, well, no loss.
Oo…oops…must…pay…attention…to…fight…
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(No one's POV)
The Death Eaters were suffering greatly, but so was the good guys (An/I don't know what else to call them! Sorry! Grammatical sentence errors! Please, forgive me! Whaaaa!). If Harry didn't defeat Voldemort soon, all would be lost.
The battle between good and evil continued, duck, dodge, Avada Kedavra! (An/Another terrible sentence as the author has a terrible confusion in her head…mumbly jumbly searching for a full moon…GOMEN NASAI!) Harry was becoming tired, and he was hurt. He was surely going to be defeated. But he had one last resort.
Harry had hoped it never came to this, but the need was dire and the time was right. He would use the spell Dumbledore had taught him as a last way out.
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(Harry's POV)
I'm sorry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, all you guys. But I suppose this is the way it'll have to be.
"Ferire Eos!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs.
A brilliant light surrounded both of the components, Voldemort's eyes wide.
"Nooooooo!" he shrieked as his body was blown back by the force of the explosion.
Voldemort landed thirty feet away after flying through the air. A cheer rose from the good guys (An/GOMEN NASAI!) and renewed vigor sprung throughout the crowd. They began to vigorously beat back the enemy, showing no mercy.
But one thing was missing: Harry Potter.
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After the Battle:
"It can't be…he's gone? For sure?" sobbed Ginny.
"Ginny, I'm sorry." Ron was crying too, along with most of the Order packed into the small room. Harry's body lay on a bed at the center of the room. Ginny had thrown herself onto the bed next to him and sobbed into his chest. He was dead.
Everyone was so preoccupied with their loss and victory that no one noticed that one person was missing. Until…
"This is too much! I can't lose him! I'm just going to die!" wailed Ginny. "Wait! Oh, no…" Ginny paled even more than she already had, if possible.
"What is it, Gin?" asked Ron, worried for his little sister.
"It's Hermione…she sent me this letter, and…" Ginny became unable to speak through her tears as she handed the letter to Ron.
Ron's eyes became wide and he immediately rushed out of the room, searching for the girl he dreamed of. His Hermione.
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Hermione stood at the edge of the lake, looking at the knife she held in her hands. It would be so easy just to die right there and then. But something held her back.
She was cursed, broken, and no one cared. At least, so she thought.
"Hermione!" someone called from behind her. She just sighed and continued to tell herself, It'll be all over, and you won't have to suffer. No one will ever have to suffer because of you! That's all you ever do, is cause suffering. You're only good for killing.
Her eyes filled with tears as she brought the knife closer to her wrist.
"Wait! Hermione don't!" Ron ran up to her and grabbed the knife out of her hand. "How could you! Why? Why did you…"
"I don't know!" Hermione fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Ron knelt down next to her and held her close, hugging her and comforting her.
"Ron, I'm cursed! All I'm good for is…killing…"
"No, you aren't! Sure, you may have changed, but…I want you back, 'Mione. I…"
"But you could never forgive me…I've killed exactly 23 people. Ron, I killed them!" Hermione wailed. Ron just held her tighter.
"Hermione, Ginny and I, and everyone, we all know you've changed. But we'll accept that change in you. Because Hermione, what would we do without you?"
"But…"
"No, Hermione, listen to me. Ever since you've come back, you've acted strangely and cut yourself off from everyone. We don't know what you've been through, and I doubt we ever could, unless you told us. But we won't ask, and you can tell us when you're ready. Until then, 'Mione, will you be the old Hermione? The one who would spend hours in the library reading and doing homework? The one who scolds us when we do something wrong or forget about something we're supposed to do? Because we need you, Hermione! We fall apart without you. You keep us in order, along with Mum. And we especially need you now, after…after Harry…died…We all need you. I need you, 'Mione! Because…because…'Mione, I love you," Ron said.
"Ron…" Hermione looked up at Ron, her face stained with tears. "Ron!" She clung to his robes in a tight embrace. "Ron, I love you too…"
Ron and Hermione looked somehow happily and sadly at each other. And then Ron captured Hermione's lips in a kiss. The kiss they had both waited for for so long. As the sun set behind them, Ron stood up and took Hermione's hand in his.
"Let's go back, Hermione."
"Yeah," Hermione said, smiling as she stood up. They walked back towards the castle hand in hand, ready for whatever journeys lay ahead of them.
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I think I will only write a very short chapter, if any, after this. But if you want an epilogue, read my songfic "Think of Me". I'm also going to add a chapter into that story. So thanks for being such wonderful readers, and thanks for reviewing! I hope that I will write another story someday, but for now I will just take a break from everything. You know, somehow I think I deserve it. I'll work on my site, write song lyrics, compose actual songs, work harder at school, etc. But only until summer! Yay! Go summer, go summer, go summer…