Mione lay on her back, facing the dazzling stars above. The chains had been broken but there were livid marks on her wrists and ankles where they had bitten into her flesh. They hadn't been poisoned at all, Harmony realized. They were made of Iron. The evil Necrosis had used iron, a substance deadly to magic users if they were exposed to it in large quantities. Mione had been poisoned by the iron... her eyes were open, but they looked pale and cloudy, as if their fierc cofee quality had been diluted by milk. Her caramel curls lay scattered around her, tangled and messy. Her face was pale and she looked on the brink of death.
Harry Potter lifted his emerald gaze to the sky so all the stars in the heavens were reflected in his dazzling gemstone eyes. His face was twisted in bitter unhappiness and he let out a primal inhuman howl at the skies, clutching Mione's prone body in his arms.
"OH WHY!!??? Why is this happening?" he shouted in a voice so full of horrible misery it was inhuman. "Why did it have to happen to Hermione Jane Minerva Sophia Granger of all people! Oh my god! I had just realized my true love for her!" Tears like pearls and diamonds rolled down Harry's handsome cheeks, each one reflecting all the stars in the heavens. They splashed onto the concrete, making tiny lakes of human suffering. All around stood Harmony and the teachers. Each had their heads bowed in sorrow, each had tears glistening in their eyes. They were mourning both the loss of one of Hogwarts' greatest students and the loss of the beautiful love relationship between Harry and Mione.
A tear of the purest crystal formed in the corner of one of Harmony's rose petal eyes, and rolled down her white cheek, slowly, sadly. It was a single crystal tear that was comprised of all her compressed sadness at what had just taken place, her sorrow for Harry and Mione and her sorrow for the wizarding world. It splashed on the ground and Harmony gazed into her reflection in the tiny pool it made.
She could see her face, a white oval in which large pink eyes with a gold undertone took a prominent place. She could see her silvery blue hair hanging like icicles on a winter's dawn. And then, looking at her own reflection, Harmony was visited by an idea that could save the wizarding world.
"I've got it!" she said in a fierce but good voice, looking as proud and wild as a winter's blizzard. "I have the solution!" All the teachers stared at her, gasping. Harry looked strait at her, an urgent expression in his fierece fir green eyes. His expression implicitly told her that he was ready to hear whatever she had to say and that he treated her opinion as the highest in the world after Hermione's own.
"True love's kiss!" Harmony said, her bold crystal voice whirling like the sweet wind on a winter's dawn and defying the very cruel indifference of the stars. "If you kiss her and your heart is pure, and you love no other, that will save her life! True love is the most powerful force in the entire universe! It can conquer death, reduce cities to ashes and redeem the heart of evil! You must kiss your true love, Harry, and you must mean it!"
Harry nodded once at Mione, in a stern, polite, almost military fashion. And then he bent his head down to Mione's own, his face transported into an expression of extraordinary tenderness and love that looked nothing like the misguided lust and false desire that he had shown in the presence of the vile Weasel tramp. It was a look of true love, the purest and most beautiful force in the universe. Looking at his expression, Harmony remembered an ancient Veela legend that the hearts of the stars are comprised of pure, white, dazzling love.
Then Harry James Potter, savior of the wizarding world, bent in to kiss his one true love, the Muggleborn genius Hermione Jane Minerva Sophia Granger. He bent closer and then in one extraordinary moment their lips met, soft and light as a feather's touch. But all present were sure they felt a faint but mighty thunderclap that stretched from one end of the universe to the other.
For a moment nothing happened. Harry and Mione's lips remained connected, and Harry's diamond tears rested on Mione's cheeks. Then, a soft white light began to spread across the scene, emanating from the two young lovers. It was thin and pale at first, so that those who saw it could not quite believe it was there. For a few brief seconds Harmony wondered if she was deluding herself. Then the light spread and grew, a gleaming white star that made the bleak night brighter than the day itself. White light shone from the astronomy tower, throwing everything into dazzling white and deep black shadows, making the world gleaming and pure. Harmony threw her hands over her eyes to protect them from the almost-unbearable brightness. It was as if every star in the sky had simultaneously gone into a supernova. The heavens were dazzling and white, and silver, gold and bronze comets corruscated across their length and breadth. Harmony threw herself to the ground, wondering if the end of the world had come.
Then there was a deep boom, like the sound of a pipe organ only a thousand times louder, one that seemed to shake the assembled watchers to the depths of their bones. Then there was a strange but beautiful sound, the most marvellous and strange that Harmony had ever heard in her life. It was a fine high weird celestial singing, as though a quire of angels were singing their hearts out, or the stars themselves had found voices. It was faint at first, but it grew until the world rang with the glorious but terrifying sound. Harmony felt tears of joy streaming down her face, but she didn't know why.
Then she looked up. She could see again. It was still as bright and dazzling as before, but somehow she could see. Harry and Hermione were floating in midair, surrounded by stars and wheeling comets. Their lips were still interlocked, and sparks and beams of burning light seemed to fly from their very auras. Mione had regained conciousness, and her eyes were alive with their usual beautiful chocolate brown. Except now they seemed a thousand times brighter than usual. She looked as though her whole body was filled with radiant light, shining out of every pore. Her face had been transubstantiated by love. She looked more beautiful than all the flowers and gemstones on the planet.
Harry's face was shining next to her and he too had been transformed by the miracle of love. His eyes shone the mysterious green of an intergalactic nebula, and his strong hansome face held all the dignity of a king. They were reflected in each other's eyes, the most perfect miracle of love and happiness ever seen in the history of the universe. Harmony let out a gasp. Her mission had finally been achieved.
Then the singing stopped, the brilliant white light faded and the stars took up their familiar places in the sky once more. Harry and Mione landed back on the ground, their faces looking like two mirrors eternally reflecting each other's overflowing love. Their hands were touching. All traces of Hermione's sickness were now completely gone. Everyone's faces were fixed in expressions of astonishment and wonder.
Then Necrosis got to his feet, his face showing only hatred and contempt for the purity of Harry and Hermione's love. He clenched his mighty fists and let out an animal growl. "This is delusion! You two will never be a couple!" he roared in a voice so terrible it might have been an echo in the caverns of hell. "I'll destroy you!" And then he ran towards Harry and Mione, his chain stretched out.
But before he could do anything, Harry and Hermione each raised a hand, and a pure beam of white light flowed from each of their palms. They intermingled, making a beam of love. The beam hit Necrosis in the chest and he let out a terrible scream. He crumbled like an umbrella in the heart of the sun and twisted into nothing. There was a burst of fire and nothing remained of Lord Necrosis besides a pile of ash and a single butterfly, which flew off into the night. Harmony sadly watched it go.
But then she turned to Harry and Mione with an expression of overwhelming joy. Her mission had been achieved. True love had succeeded despite all the odds.
She wondered if she would ever find love...