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EXTREMELY IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTE! CHAPTER 23 IS THE HAPPY ENDING AND CHAPTER 24 IS THE SAD ENDING! MAKE SURE YOU READ THE ENDING THAT YOU WANT TO READ! AGAIN 23 IS HAPPY AND 24 IS SAD! ALSO AT THE ENDING OF 23 AND 24 WILL BE AN AUTHOR NOTE THAT I WOULD APPRECIATE IF YOU READ! Also I am sooo sorry it took me so long to post this. I was getting my computer fixed and it took a long time. So anyways I am REALLY sorry.

Chapter 22

"The other activity I had planned for tonight I am sure everyone will enjoy. It involves death and imperious curses", Voldermort explained.

Yep it was the end for them. They were going to die tonight. Then eventually someone would find their remains and report it to the ministry. Then their names would be in the paper. Not that the name 'Malfoy' hadn't been in there enough.

Voldermort wouldn't kill one of his followers obviously. So it was him or Hermione. Then again it could be both of them as well. Who knows what goes on in Voldermort's mind? Who knows what evil would occur that night? They would have to wait and find out.

So they were going to die, but what about the imperious curses? How did they fit in? How were they going to tie in here?

"Now let me explain", Voldermort began.

His ember eyes shifted back and forth. Looking everyone in the eye. Making sure that no one would dare challenge him or even have the guts to say anything. Not that they would have even without him shifting his eyes, but it never hurt to make sure everything went according to plan. Whatever that plan may be.

"I will lay an imperious curse on young Malfoy and the mudblood. Then they will begin to throw curses at each other. Torture each other. Hex each other. Put on a little show for us. They will fight until the death. Spell after spell until death. They are already weak and can't handle to many spells so it shouldn't take too long. Then I think we could leave their bones somewhere so that the Daily Prophet will get word of this right away. Maybe we could just pour their blood and bones over Hogwarts," Voldermort finished explaining.

Hermione gulped and Draco choked on the growing lump in his throat. They were going to kill each other and then their remains would end up on Hogwarts. Probably some first year would find their bones and probably be scarred for life.

Hermione and Draco looked at each other in fear, as it slowly sunk in. They were going to kill each other. Fight till the death. Kill the one they loved more than life itself. Kill each other. How could Voldermort be so cruel?

Then they heard the word they had dreading. The word that sounded like hell itself. The word that meant nothing but pain to them. Nothing but death.

"Imperious"

The word seemed to echo in their mind as they gripped the wands that now lay in front of their bodies. They slowly stood up and faced each other unwillingly.

Draco felt the cool stick in his hand. His wand. He could get out of here now. Yet when he tried to fire a curse at a death eater his wand would not work. He tried to turn and run away, but he couldn't. No matter how many times he told his body to turn around in run he kept on moving forward.

With every step his heart broke. With every step the lump in his throat grew bigger. He was falling in to fear. Drowning in pain. His heart hurt so much to think that he would have to kill Hermione or even attempt to. She might kill him or he might kill her.

Hermione tried to run away. She tried to stop the curse. She tried to fight yet she couldn't. She tried to drop her wand a thousand times, but it remained firmly in her hand. She kept trying to forget every harmful spell she knew. Yet they all remained in her memory.

With every step her heart broke. With every step the tears that fell made puddles around her feet. She was going to kill her love.

They tried to say they were sorry that they had to do this, but the words would not come. They tried to close their eyes, but they just wouldn't shut. Both trying to pretend it was real. They would wake up and find it all just a dream.

Yet there was something they both knew. This wasn't a dream. They couldn't wake up. They couldn't pretend it wasn't real. This was their reality and they couldn't hide from it. No matter how cruel it seemed it was still reality. They couldn't run from reality nor could they hide.

Finally their footsteps stopped. Their wands raised. Their fear grew.

'I am sorry, my love,' they thought at the same time.

The room was lit with a rainbow of colors as each hex and curse flew from their wands. The room was filled with puddles from the rain of tears. The room was filled with the thunderous booming of the death eater's cheers. It was just a storm in there.

They sobbed out each hex. The choked on every curse. They felt the pain of the spells they received. They hurt all over, but nothing hurt worse than their hearts. Nothing hurt worse than seeing their loved one in pain. Nothing hurt worse than watching them growing weaker and weaker. Watching death tap on their shoulder and wave cruelly to them. Nothing hurt worse than this. Not even the famous crucio curse could beat this kind of pain. Nothing could.

Voldermort yawned and said, "Well this has been fun but," he paused, "I am afraid that it is time for it to end."

Then they heard that word again.

"Imperious"

Draco then unwillingly raised his wand to say the final curse. He struggled to keep his arm lowered, but slowly it went up. Then the words slipped from his mouth.

"Avada Kadavra"

A burst of green light flowed from his wand. Blinding him. Blinding her. Hurting him. Tearing him apart. He felt as though the spell flowed from his very body. It had so much force that it almost knocked him over. Then it was over.

He saw a lump on the floor. Hermione. He had killed Hermione. He had killed his love.