Chapter 6 – The Final Battle
Harry had somehow managed to survive Voldemort's killing curse for the umpteenth time. Hermione and George had been waiting patiently in the chamber off the Great Hall. The waiting was unbearable but Hermione was keeping a very close eye on the time, trying to piece together what events would be happening and when.
They knew Harry had returned as the Great Hall had emptied, except for the severely injured, the healers attending to them and the dead. They were thankful to notice that all the Weasley family at this point were alive, as were their friends, including Lupin and Tonks.
"At least we know they're alive." George spoke.
"Lets hope it stays that way." Hermione said.
"I just wish we could do more to help." George said with a sigh. "I'm getting restless being stuck in here and I feel helpless."
"We've done all we can do." Hermione answered. "We can't risk going out there in case they think we're imposters using Polyjuice potion or something."
Hermione moved over to beside George and placed a supportive hand on his back. He repaid the favour by wrapping an arm around Hermione's shoulder. Hermione was very thankful that she got on well with George, had it been Ron she was stuck with, it could have been unbearable. George had something which Ron seemed to lack and that was being sensitive to other's feelings.
The Great Hall began to fill up again, alerting them that the war was beginning again. Harry was still alive and was about to have his final fight with Voldemort. George's heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he spotted himself with the rest of his family, including Fred, all of them alive but looking battered and bruised.
"This is far too weird." George spoke.
"Molly should be taking on Bellatrix soon." Hermione squeaked.
"That's if it happens. If it doesn't, I'm going to have to kill her myself." George stated. "I will not let that evil bitch survive."
Sure enough Bellatrix had went to Ginny but she blocked the spell Bellatrix had shot at her. Molly jumped up to defend her only daughter. George and Hermione were glued to the peep hole to see what would happen. George's face had paled of all colour and his hands were all sweaty.
"I don't think I can watch." He gasped.
"I've an idea." Hermione shrieked.
"What?" George wondered.
"If we could get a good aim at Bellatrix, one of us could kill her from here, well we could curse her to give your Mum some help." Hermione answered. "Of course there's a huge risk."
Molly and Bellatrix were duelling, both of them duelling to kill. George couldn't just stand there any longer and watch his Mum fight for her life against one of the most evil witches. He pulled the cloak over his head and carefully opened the door. From where he was stood, he had a great view of Bellatrix and could easily shoot a curse at her without touching his Mum. He had to resist the temptation to kill her though but all he needed to do was to distract her for a few seconds and give Molly a head start. He shot a jelly leg jinx at her followed by a full body bind then disappeared back into the room just in time to see Molly hit her with the final curse. Molly's curse hit Bellatrix square in the chest, right over her heart, she stumbled backwards and fell to the floor with an almighty thud, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"Is she gone?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide with fear.
"I bloody well hope so." George answered.
Hermione threw her arms around an unsuspecting George and hugged him with such force that she nearly pushed him off his feet.
"What was that for?" George laughed.
"For helping get rid of that horrible, horrible woman." Hermione cried.
"It was nothing really. Mum did all the hard work." George answered, taken back by Hermione's actions.
Hermione had just stood up on her tip toes to plant a kiss on George's freckled cheek when a high pitched scream filled the air around them. They jumped apart to peer out the peep hole. Voldemort had just found out that his most loyal servant was dead and was charging towards Molly and the other Weasley family.
"Oh shit! Hermione this can't be good." George cried.
"Don't worry Harry will have this all covered." Hermione answered.
"And if he doesn't?" George questioned. "My family are pretty much goners."
George hadn't to worry though as Harry was far too quick for Voldemort and had cast a large shield charm around all this friends and the Weasley family. George and Hermione pulled the cloak over themselves and slipped out, stopping where they too could cast shield charms in a bid to protect their friends and family.
Within moments of the shields being cast, Harry and Voldemort were circling one another, Voldemort shouting insults at Harry and Harry trying to make Voldemort see remorse for his actions. Harry proving that he was a better person than Voldemort would ever be, proving why he was the boy that lived.
"Harry better defeat him this time." Hermione cried into George's arm.
"Well he's already done it once so it can easily do it again." George answered.
Sure enough Harry did defeat Voldemort once and for all. Voldemort was finally gone and this time hopefully gone for good with no chance of returning as all his horcruxes had been destroyed. The battle had completely ceased too and everyone that had survived had gathered in the Great Hall to get medical attention. George and Hermione were beginning to feel sleepy.
"Should we go back to the burrow?" George asked.
"We can't George. We have to wait until we're back at the time we left the burrow at." Hermione answered. "I know it sounds strange but if we go back to the burrow now, the others will return and find us there."
"Where will we go?" George wondered.
"We could always take refuge in the Gryffindor common room." Hermione answered. "We could get some of the house elves to bring us up some food."
"Sounds good to me, Granger." George grinned.
"Have you stopped calling me Hermione already?" Hermione asked. "Didn't last long."