A/N: Thanks for waiting patiently everybody! I've been sick…(Blah)…So I haven't been able to update. But I'm back! Here we go!
Chapter 13: Out of Her Dreams
Flames. Hogsmead was in a blaze, the buildings shooting sparks to the sky. High above a brilliant green skull glittered. All around her people were screaming. Hermione turned around wildly, trying to make sense of everything around her.
"Ron! Ron!...RON!" Hermione screamed, trying to find the one piece of security left in the world.
"Hermione!" Ron ran towards her. "Where are Harry and Ginny?"
Hermione grabbed his hand and they ran towards the edge of the village. "I don't know! I thought they were with-" They stopped dead. A sight more terrifying than anything else met their eyes. Lying spread eagled on the ground next to each other were Harry and Ginny. They were dead.
Hermione screamed and buried her head in Ron's shoulder. Ron wrapped his arms around the sobbing Hermione. Suddenly they heard a low hiss behind them and turned slowly. Hermione gasped as she saw the towering black figure before them. Ron clung to her harder.
Standing before them was none other than Lord Voldemort.
"I wondered when you would find them. Yes, this is what remains of the great Harry Potter. So much for my downfall. How could a mere seventeen year old boy defeat me anyway?"
Hermione tried to pull out her wand, but Ron held her back. Voldemort laughed. "That's right. You wouldn't want the mudblood killed…"
Ron pushed Hermione behind a dust bin and pulled his wand from his pocket. "SHE'S NOT A MUDBLOOD! SECTUMSEM-"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"NO!" Hermione scrambled from behind the bin to catch Ron. His eyes were blank and staring. "No…No!" Hermione sobbed.
"No…No…No…NO!" Hermione sat bolt upright. Panting, she looked around. Ron hurried over to her side by the couch and stroked her hair. "What happened?"
