Chapter Sixteen: The Defect
It takes guts and a gun,
Just like in bud Dwyer's lil' surprise.
A
defect,
no one'll ever see it coming.
I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance, orchestrated by the enemy.
It dwells deep, yet grows strong, within...
(Am I working against myself? well am I?)
Everything dreadful happening, imagine how I should feel,
When realizing that it was planned,
From a beginning that I don't even recall,
You might call this a tragedy, seems more to me like simple standard habits.
Wishing to be finally saved,
Waiting for something/someone that would order me to follow a certain purpose
With both convictions & deviations.
If you'd only knew how...
I'm tired of your paintings.
Your
bold landscapes sucks and have ceased to amaze me long ago.
Be a
pal and let me add a fantasy of mine, abstraction.
Of scarlet and red pure... so pure.
Are there any written rules related to simplicity
(Of actions, of thoughts...)
I guess not. So how come you're judging?
You won't the day that it will end, drenched in vital fluids.
As you are forced to witness the spontaneity of the events.
And I won't be a bother no more?
"Ill see you at dinner then?"
Blaise kissed Hermione on the cheek, basking in their new lease of freedom, and headed off to herbology. Seconds later he was back by her side and she gave him a quizzical look.
"Sorry, I forgot to …….." He stuttered, before kissing her passionately, in front of the entire student body, who were eating breakfast in the great hall. The pair's relationship had not gone unnoticed by their fellow Alumni. And whilst most of them were only a little swayed by the developments, there were some, mainly Slytherin's, who heartily disagreed with the pairing.
Hermione giggled as Blaise pulled away, slightly redder then previous, and attempted to saunter casually out of the great hall, failing as he turned to wave and fell into a group of second years.
Ginny smiled at Hermione who was grinning and blushing like an idiot.
"Going well is it?" she laughed, and Hermione sighed.
"He's so cute!" she stared wistfully after his retreating back, "you have no idea how much I love him!" she gushed, then stopped hastily at Ginny's saddened look.
"Oh! Gin! im so sorry……I forgot…….well I mean I just….."
Ginny stopped her babbling.
"It's fine. It's been awhile and you didn't know to start with so…….its okay mione"
The two girls looked down at their cereal, the atmosphere tinged with regret and melancholy.
Finally Hermione made her excuses and hurried out of the hall and towards her transfiguration class.
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"Now Gryffindor's!" professor McGonagall's stern voice echoed over the preoccupied students.
"The exams are nearly upon us and so I need you all to concentrate and study harder then ever before. These exams decide your future. Your careers. Your lives. They are not to be taken lightly!"
Harry and Ron exchanged alarmed glances, whilst Hermione was diligently taking notes.
"Your exams will consist of a written paper and a practical. We will be preparing for the written assessment in today's class, if you'd like to get out a sheet of parchment"
The class was filled with the hurried scrambling for sheets of parchment and quills.
Hermione glanced down at the sheets of tidy notes she'd written and smiled with satisfaction. Her page was not covered with tips and hints for exam technique as suspected. But a detailed plan of her proposal. After all she was the one with everything to prove. Blaise had died for her, trusted her and loved. She'd been the one to keep screwing it up.
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A week later and the exams were in full throttle. Blaise sighed anxiously as he awaited his charms exam. He had always excelled in his classes, but today he was going to do something spectacular.
"Blaise Zabini!"
As he entered the classroom and seated himself in front of the panel of three wizards, he placed his wand on the table in front of him mush to the examiner's surprise.
"But, young man, don't you need this" the wizened old chief of the examinations board, said kindly and Blaise shrugged.
"Not particularly" he answered.
"Well then, let us see an engorge charm"
Blaise smirked. Easy! He lifted one hand and directed it towards a quill on the desk, which instantly grew to gigantic proportions.
"My my, Wandless magic! Young man, who taught you this?" the chief examiner exclaimed, as the other's looked on in awe.
"Dumbledore taught me to control it, but ive always had the skill I guess" Blaise answered.
"Ah, Mr. Hibbins!" Dumbledore suddenly entered the room, smiling at the old wizard.
"I see you've met young mister Zabini here and his talent" he added, running an amused eye over the six foot tall quill and the motionless wand.
"Oh yes! Quite impressive I must say" Higgins replied, "Are his parents of sinaiuto descent also?"
Blaise frowned.
"Sinaiuto?" he asked Dumbledore.
"Without wand or help Blaise." He explained.
"Mr. Higgins, Blaise is actually the son of Blaise Kendal and Dahlia Vourn"
The three examiners expressions suddenly paled.
"Incredible!" Higgins whispered, gazing at Blaise with a certain look of awe and respect.
"Blaise you may go. I believe you've passed" Dumbledore said gently and Blaise made to exit as quickly as possible.
"Passed Dumbledore? He's bloody well off the scale!"
Blaise could hear Higgins exclamations as he left the room. Bloody hell, that hadn't turned out as smugly as he'd expected. He had expected a slightly stunned audience, but not complete astonishment and his heritage to be dissected in front of him.
"Blaise!" Dumbledore caught up with him as he turned a corner.
"I thought we agreed no wandless disciplines in your exams"
"I know, I just wanted to show people what I could do. Im sorry"
Dumbledore eyed him charily, and then his face softened.
"You got more then you bargained for in the reaction stakes I believe" And Blaise nodded.
"People are always going to marvel at this type of skill, Blaise, and if you cannot handle your past being discussed at every corner, then you should think twice about using it complacently." He educated not unkindly, but wisely.
Blaise nodded.
"I need to find Hermione"
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"You did what!" Hermione exclaimed as Blaise narrated the day's events for her benefit.
"I can't believe you would use that sort of power so irresponsibly!" she cried, frustrated.
"If you – know – who ever got word of this, you could be used for so many dark things and I couldn't bear to watch you do that to yourself!" she sobbed, a little dramatically in Blaise's view.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
"Im sorry okay" he murmured into her hair and she nodded.
"Marry me?"
"What!"
Marry me?" she repeated again, less muffled as she looked up at him.
Blaise stared at her taken aback.
"Did you just ask me to marry you?" he asked gently, and she nodded.
"I love you, and I did have a huge speech written out and everything, but it just seemed right to ask just then……"
Blaise however was still staring dazedly at her.
"Im sorry, I shouldn't have" she muttered, pulling away from him.
Blaise watched as she walked away from him, and felt his heart lurch sickeningly. If he let her walk away now, would it be the biggest mistake of his life?
"Yes"
She stopped and turned to face him.
"Seriously?" she grinned and he smiled back.
"Yes"
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So the time had come.
Harry stood dead still as he watched in horror as the scene he'd dreaded for the last seven years unfold before his eyes. His gaze drifted from terrified face to terrified face. Friends, acquaintances and strangers struggled to their feet, clinging desperately to each other, as the dust settled, from the blast that had swept from nowhere through the great hall, where the written potions exam was taking place.
Harry had just reached his final question when an enormous cloud of dust and a petrifying explosion had ruptured through the traumatized students, throwing them to the floor, and igniting any surplus material.
Harry gazed frantically through the roaring flames for Ron and called his friends name.
"Im here mate", Ron was instantly at his side; hand on Harry's shoulder as they stared out over the devastation.
"Harry!"
Hermione dashed towards the pair, from where she had been sitting on the other side of the hall, Blaise directly behind her.
"Where's Ginny?" Ron asked desperately.
"Probably in the common room with the other Gryffindor's. She'll be perfectly safe" Hermione soothed Ron's panic, clutching at Blaise's hand.
"Harry? Ron? Mione?"
The trio spun around as Ginny's voice echoed in their ears.
"Ginny! What are you doing here!" Ron yelled, his panic returning.
"I was on my way back from the kitchens, with Brett, when we heard the explosion. Harry is this what I think it is?" she asked intently, not quite managing to hide the fear in her voice.
"Brett's here?" Hermione asked and the American teenager raised a trembling hand from where he stood a few metres away from the group, helping an injured sixth year to her feet.
"Brett!" Ron called and he came sprinted over.
"Yeah?" he replied breathlessly.
"I want you to take Ginny upstairs to the heads common room, okay. Stay with her and make sure she'd safe! Got it?" He explained quickly to the other boy, who nodded, taking Ginny's hand.
"No! I want to fight Ron! Harry, tell him!" Ginny wailed, clawing her way out from Brett's grasp.
"Think of your baby gin. Yours and Draco's child! Don't put yourselves in danger gin…….. Please!" Harry pleaded desperately.
Ginny relaxed into Brett's grip once again, defeated.
"Okay, I love you Harry, I hope you know that I care about you so much…"
Harry stared at her with saddened eyes, then leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"I love you too Ginny. Don't forget about me okay?" he grinned inappropriately for the occasion, but Ginny grinned back, a fearful look in her eyes.
"Never"
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"I want to fight!"
Brett held Ginny to him, as she grew more and more frantic.
"I promised Ron and Harry I would keep you and your baby safe and alive, gin sweetie. Don't make this hard for me"
Ginny clutched harder at Brett's torso, and dissolved into tears.
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"Harry!"
The trio turned to hear Dumbledore's booming voice from behind them.
"Professor, is this it?" Harry replied, bravely.
"Yes, Harry, this is it. The death eaters have stormed the castle. Voldemort will be here shortly."
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, who gazed back at him, the fear and panic gone, replaced by determination.
"Ready?"
"Ready" they replied together.
"Ah, Harry potter. How nice to see you again"
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"Even your mudblood mother isn't here to save you this time"
Harry saw everything in slow motion. The destroyed hall, the screaming students, the bloodshed. And Voldemort. Right at the heart of it all.
"Im not the one who needs saving, riddle" Harry replied venomously.
Time seemed to stand still as both wizards yanked out the wands and fired the same curse towards each other.
"Avada Kedevra!"
Harry had never thought that he would yell those words and mean them so much. And yet the amount of hatred and disgust he felt at that moment of time seeped into his brain and through his veins unstoppably.
As the lights of their wands connected, spiralling them into what was a mirror of the first time they had truly fought each other, in Harry's fourth year, just after Voldemort had risen again. In the silvery web that separated them from their respective army's and suspended them in the air, Harry had his final bright idea. Hermione would have been proud of him, it was so inspired. His father would have proud at its sneakiness, he laughed suddenly.
"I wouldn't laugh, potter. You are about to die" Voldemort hissed, but Harry shook his head.
"Nah I don't think so" he replied casually, now totally prepared for the series of events that would unfold from this moment.
As predicted the ghost like wisps of people, who had died at the hands of either one of the pair, slowly due forward, and Harry watched nervously, hoping his connection was strong enough.
Low and behold, although not killed directly by Harry, but because Harry had created circumstances in which it were necessary, Blaise's wispy frame stepped forward.
He drifted towards Harry, as if protecting him, and Harry leant across to whisper in the ghosts' ear.
"Harness your power Blaise. Why should you control it? It's yours to unleash. He killed your parents! Just like he killed mine…. and Hermione – he tried to take her from you!"
He looked to his right and saw Blaise standing rigid, his face growing red with anger. The words were being transmitted straight into Blaise's mind through his ghost form.
Harry suppressed a grin at his successful plan.
Come on Blaise, get angry! He willed, desperately.
Voldemort's eyes grew narrow, as he watched these events slowly unfold before him.
He turned to his death eater's and grinned unpleasantly.
"Kill them. Kill them all" he gestured to the terrified hall of students and the death eaters raised their wands.
C'mon Blaise! Harry yelled inside his mind, and there was a sudden earth shattering explosion as a tidal wave of tiny silver fragments from the suspended orb smashed and hurtled outwards. Harry fell to the floor, scrambling to his feet and aiming his wand at Voldemort.
There was no hesitation in his mind.
"Avada Kedevra"
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"Harry!" Hermione dashed forward and threw herself at Harry's side, as he collapsed where he stood.
"Hermione, the death eater's, you've got to stop them. The students." he cried hoarsely.
She looked up wildly, and saw the death eater's, furious at Harry's success, were throwing spells left, right and centre.
She then caught sight of Blaise, doubled over, eyes lolling back in his head, clinging to Ron.
"Blaise! What's wrong? Have you been hit?" she cried, but he shook his head.
"I don't know why mione….. "He croaked painfully, before losing consciousness, two minutes after Harry did.
Hermione watched as Ron hauled Blaise's body to a safer corner of the room, and then sprinted back for Harry, whom he left at Blaise's side.
He looked at Hermione.
"Ready?" he asked and she nodded, pulling out her wand.
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The aftermath was atrocious.
Hermione walked quietly through the hospital wing, where the students with the most injuries lay in the beds. The great hall was also filled with students who were less seriously wounded and the library……….
Amongst the books lay those who had not survived.
Hermione reached the curtained off corner of the wing, and stepped inside, drawing the curtains once again, behind her.
Two beds lay side by side, each enclosing two of the most important people in her life. Harry and Blaise had been in their coma like state for the pass twenty four hours, neither looking like they would awake any time soon.
She sat exhausted, in the chair next to Blaise's bed and gently stroked his unruly black hair, which fell across his ashen face. She'd give anything for him to wake up right now, she thought desolately, as she watched him sleeping. The ring on her left hand glinted in the bright light of the hospital wing and she felt her stomach lurch.
"Hermione?"
The girl jumped and whirled round to find Harry attempting to pull himself into a sitting position and grimacing with pain.
"Harry!" she cried, "don't move! Madam Pomfrey?" she cried and the mediwitch came running.
"Oh my! Mr. Potter! Don't try and sit up –you'll be in far too much pain!"
Hermione backed off, to perch on Blaise's bed and slid her hand across his, feeling it cold to the touch, as madam Pomfrey attended to Harry. He had so many injuries; it was hard to know where to begin.
All of a sudden, Hermione yelped, as she felt his fingers spring to life and grasp her own.
"Blaise!" she exclaimed excitedly as she twisted round to face him, throwing her arms round his neck as she did so. She sobbed uncontrollably, as he clutched her to him more tightly.
Eventually she pulled away, allowing madam Pomfrey to examine his wounds.
"Hermione dear, perhaps you should alert the headmaster to the boys awakening, hmmm?"
Hermione nodded and set of through the castle to the great hall, where she knew Dumbledore would be, observing his students.
As she entered the gigantic room, her jaw dropped at the amount of walking wounded that unfolded before her eyes.
She instantly spotted several of her house mates and hurried over. Seamus and dean it seemed had been responsible for killing one of the death eater's that had sprung their murderous attack on the young pupils.
"Seamus! Dean! Are you guys okay?" she asked, her voice full of concern.
Seamus winced as dean attempted to stem the bleeding from his friend's chest.
"Perhaps you'd better get to the hospital wing" Hermione urged Seamus, but he shook his head.
"No room mione. There people worse off then me right now" he attempted to reassure her, but she refused to acknowledge his excuses.
Pulling out her wand, she smiled grimly.
"I don't actually have my licence yet, but ive passed every test on the course with full marks, so far…." She murmured, and Seamus smiled feebly.
"Hermione, you are the smartest witch I know. I have complete faith" he grinned.
"Okay then" she replied and slowly placed her wand over his wound, muttering several spells as she did so. At once the bleeding stopped and the deep cut healed over, leaving just tender looking scarring.
"Use the asesino spell for a pain killer, okay?" she added as she moved away, towards Dumbledore and the pair nodded in thanks.
"Professor?" Dumbledore halted his healing of Susan bones broken arm, as she called his name tentatively.
"Ah Hermione, how can I help you, my dear" he replied warmly.
"Harry and Blaise are awake sir" she explained and his eyes twinkled.
"That's wonderful news. Ah yes, very good indeed!"
He stood up and smiled at Hermione.
"Im certain you can take over from me in this area, hmmm?" he smiled down at her and she beamed back.
"Of course sir" she replied confidently, taking over his position of healer, and bending down to fix Susan's arm.
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"well you see boys, Harry's blood has been running through Voldemort's veins since his fourth year, and therefore his death caused Harry to become very weak and fall into this coma like state" Dumbledore paused whilst explaining why Harry and Blaise had passed out like they did after Voldemort had fallen.
"Blaise, you also fell into a coma, due to your part in the potion, that more or less saved Harry's life down there. Without the extra protection, Harry would never have held up against Voldemort for so long. Never long enough to convince you indirectly to lose control of your power."
The elderly professor sighed deeply.
"I want to thank you both sincerely. I have the utmost respect for you both and I am humbled in your presence."
Both Harry and Blaise swelled with pride at Dumbledore's words of praise. The struggle had been a long and difficult one, but they had survived.
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"Hermione!"
The seventeen year old girl looked up, from attending her latest patient, to see Ginny running towards her frantically, Brett following a little slower behind her.
"Ginny! Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" Hermione hugged the younger girl to her comfortingly.
"Were both fine. What happened? There's injured students everywhere. You can't get near the hospital wing and we've all been confined to our rooms for the last ten hours!"
Hermione sighed.
"I think this is what they call hell, Ginny. Absolute hell".
The three surveyed the hall, which was now full of students, healing each other with the charms suggested by Hermione as she'd made her rounds, helping those worst off.
The hall itself was in disarray. Desks were upturned and smouldering from where the explosion had ignited them. Stone pillars lay crushed across the blackened and dusty floor, and the windows were completely smashed.
The teacher's who weren't injured or lying in the library, for dead, were slowly helping the students back to their common rooms, where the head of the houses were ensuring everyone was able to rest and clean up.
The cleanup operation was well underway.
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"Mum! Dad!"
Ron jumped up and darted across the room, to hug his parents, as they came to take the Weasley's, Harry and Hermione back to the burrow.
Mrs. Weasley hugged Ron tightly, before greeting Hermione and Harry in the same way.
"Im so glad your alright!" she beamed, "Ginny, dear!" She moved forward to hug her daughter, who was seated behind one of the house tables in the kitchen area, where the majority of students were milling around, greeting their folks.
Ginny held up a hand to stop her mother.
"Mum? You know back at Christmas when you offered to take care of a little one for me?"
Molly Weasley nodded, not quite making the connection. Ginny rose, allowing her parents to make out her increasing bump.
"Oh Ginny sweetheart!" molly gasped, then smiled, hugging her daughter tightly.
"Of course that offer still stands…… are you both well?"
Ginny, astounded at her parents acceptability burst into tears.
Hermione stepped forward and took molly's arm, leading her away from Ginny, who was being comforted by Brett.
"There may be another couple of additions to our group, if you don't mind?" she murmured. Molly shook her head.
"Of course not. Who are they?"
"Well there's Brett and Amy, the two Americans. Amy is Harry's girlfriend."
Molly glanced over her shoulder to see Harry enveloped in the arms of a striking blonde girl.
"And there's my fiancée…"
Molly stared at the girl in front of her, who lifted her left hand up for molly to witness. A gleaming diamond nestled on her ring finger, shining in the sunlight.
"Congratulations!" molly cried, hugging the younger witch, "who is he then?"
Hermione grinned.
"Blaise Zabini"
Molly stood there shocked for awhile, and then spoke again.
"Who's the father of Ginny's baby?"
Hermione grinned again.
"Draco Malfoy!"
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The party that travelled back to the burrow was a cheerful and rowdy one. The previous events were pushed far into the backs of their minds as they laughed and joked with each other, in the two ministry car's provided by fudge, who was overly grateful towards Harry ad Blaise.
Hermione, Ginny, Brett and Blaise travelled with Mrs. Weasley in one car. Harry, Amy, Ron and Mr. Weasley in the other. Jemma, the girl Ron had met at the chess tournament, was meeting them back at the burrow, and had been, like everyone in the cars, invited to stay for the summer.
As the tired but content students slowed to a stop outside the familiar, slanted building, that was the beloved burrow, Hermione thought back to the remembrance service of yesterday. The list of names read out by a sombre Dumbledore had been an extensive and distressing one. Many of their friends and classmates had died at the hands of the death eater's. Ginny had sat with tears streaming down her face, as she thought about Draco and how Voldemort had murdered him as well. Blaise had, however, sat in a total state of remove from the proceedings, his hand clasped tightly round her own. It was if he were remembering how he'd nearly joined the names on that grave list.
"Mione?"
Hermione looked up to see Blaise peering into the car curiously, and realised everyone else had already disappeared inside the burrow. She could make them out through the large kitchen window. Ron and Harry laughing with Amy and a beautiful European looking girl. Ginny, an arm round Brett's waist, talking with her parents and Then she saw her reflection in the glass. As if part of the group, standing side by side with Blaise.
She turned to him and kissed him lovingly on the cheek.
"Welcome to the burrow"
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A/N:
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! My penultimate chapter is finished!
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
I couldn't be more upset that my story is coming to close. Everyone has made their final choices, Voldemort's been killed and life is good again.
So here it is……… my final recap of a chapter…………enjoy!
Exams have started. Blaise and Hermione are getting married! Ginny told her parents about her baby and its father. Everyone is in love and happy. Voldemort's been defeated! YEY! That's about it I think………..
Read and review!
I might write a sequel if anyone's interested? Let me know!
Love you all XXXXX
- The epilogue is still to come! -