A/N: Sorry that this took a while. This website has been so screwed up for me. I haven't even been getting the e-mails that forward the reviews to me. That makes me sad. Oh well, it doesn't really matter. Here's chapter eighteen – hopefully it will be really good.
Professor McGonagall explained what the order was planning on doing. Their plan was to sneak around using invisibility cloaks and disillusionment charms (at the same time) and muffling spells, so that all their movements would be quiet. They thought that avoiding an all out battle was the best plan of action, and all the death eaters they passed, would be stunned. Freeing Draco, Blaise and Hermione was the only thing they were supposed to do and they would do it very subtly; get in and get out.
"One more thing," McGonagall continued. "We are leaving tonight."
Chapter Eighteen: Avada
"Argh! I can't take this anymore." Hermione shouted. "All we're doing is sitting around and waiting for something to happen. We don't even know what's going on back at school or anything. Argh! Just, Ahhh!"
"Stop worrying about things Mora," Draco comforted his wife. "I'm sure everyone back at school is planning something to get us out of here. Who knows maybe even tonight."
The three prisoners were scared out of their minds when they heard someone say, "Wow. From that statement it's hard to believe you don't do better in divination."
Hermione, Draco and Blaise looked around, trying to figure out who was speaking. Harry instantly appeared out of thin air and scared the captives shit-less.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! DON'T YOU EVER SCARE ME AGAIN LIKE THAT!" Hermione yelled.
Harry smiled sheepishly.
"What are you doing here anyway?" asked Blaise. "I don't know how you could have made it here all by yourself. Wherever here is."
"Riddle Manor. And I am insulted that you are giving Harry all the credit. He just blew our cover first." Theo appeared instantly and gave the ghost-voice a body.
Blaise grinned. "I see we have a little rescue party. May I ask everyone else to reveal themselves?"
As soon as Blaise said that a small group of people appeared before the cell. The rescue team consisted of Harry, Ron, Lupin, Theo, Kingsly Shacklebolt, Tonks, McGonagall, Snape, Fred and George and the last one to emerge, Ginny.
Seeing her Blaise shouted, "GINNY! You shouldn't have come, I don't want you to get hurt because of me!"
Realizing what he said, Blaise blushed.
"If I'm not mistaken," Fred said.
"Which I'm usually not," continued George.
"Than I would guess," said Fred.
"That Blaise-y here," said George.
"Has a teensly crush on our little sister," finished both the twins.
Both Blaise and Ginny blushed this time.
"Stop it you two," Hermione scolded. "That's enough making fun of my brother and your sister. Now, if you wouldn't mind than I would preferably like to be out of a cell."
"Sorry 'bout that," Fred and George said simultaneously.
Once that minor distraction had finished, Snape and McGonagall took out their wands and muttered something under their breaths. Instantly, the cell opened and the three teenagers stepped out.
"Thanks guys," said Draco.
Tonks smiled and handed the extra invisibility cloaks to the former prisoners. The fourteen of them headed silently towards the door. They walked on, seemingly without any problems.
When they reached the entrance hall, Voldemort and at least sixty of his death eaters greeted them. None of that would have stopped the team but what really did it, was that Hermione was in Voldemort's hands; a wand pointed to her throat.
The remaining thirteen members of the order and Hogwarts students stopped dead in their tracks.
"Move an inch and I will not hesitate to kill her," Voldemort said icily. "Take off the cloaks. They are not helping you."
Not having any other choice, they did what Voldemort asked.
"Ironic isn't it. Only a few hours ago were we all in a very similar position. It's amazing how fate does these things. Dumbledore must really be too old for his job. It was not wise to bring mere students here. What would happen if they got hurt? That old man lost it years ago. Only I was smart enough to realize that this world was changing and a new leader was needed. Seeing myself perfect, I stood up for the job. Now, here we are. What should we do? Kill you instantly?"
If anyone had looked at Hermione during all of Voldemort's little speech than they would have seen a thoughtful look on her face. Like always, the wheels of her brain were moving faster than a fish swimming away from a hungry shark; a plan forming in her mind.
Voldemort continued though, oblivious like everyone else. "There were many who doubted and still doubt my power. It is those who are either simply stupid or haven't seen what I am capable of. Soon, though, everyone will learn how truly strong Lord Voldemort is."
Voldemort tipped his head back and laughed. Hermione saw her chance.
In one swift move she grabbed his wand, stepped away from him and shouted, "Avada Kedavra." With a flash of greed light, Voldemort fell on to the floor; frozen in his ominous laugh. Only his wide eyes showed the recognition and the fear of death.
Silence filled the room. As though all the energy had been squeezed out of her body, Hermione collapsed to the ground.
Draco ran forward and caught her. Turning to the petrified death eaters, he said, "Your lord is dead. I hope you are all looking forward to Azkaban for no one will protect you now." Turning to face the other side of the room, the order, Draco continued. "Mora has done a lot today, the greatest of which would be killing possibly the darkest wizard to ever live. I suggest we go now so she can rest."
Numbly and without any noise, everyone copied Draco as he apparated away.
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Hermione opened her eyes and looked around. She was in the hospital wing and everywhere she looked was presents and cards. I guess they were all pretty happy with the fact that I killed Voldemort, OH MY GOD! I KILLED LORD VOLDEMORT! AS IN, FEAR ME AND MY ALL-POWERFUL-NESS! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
Looking around once more, Hermione saw Draco asleep in a chair right next to her bed. Smiling Hermione leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips. Draco's eyes shot open suddenly and grinned when he saw Hermione was awake and all right.
"How you ever got enough courage to kill Voldemort, I will never know," he told her.
Hermione smiled as she replied, "Don't worry, I will never know what possessed me to do it. I'm happy I did though."
Draco shook his head. Wordlessly, he handed her a copy of the Daily Profit.
Witch Kills Most Powerful Dark Wizard Of All Time
Yesterday at aproximately five o' clock, the dark lord, Voldemort, was killed by the kiling curse casted by Luciana Amadora Zabini Malfoy. In a huge shock to us all, the witch's original identity was discovered. There are few who do not know of Harry Potter's best friend, Hermione Granger, smartest witch of her age and possibly of all time. Before her seventeenth birthday, Granger learned that she was adopted. Who was her true family? In what I'm sure was a surprise to everyone, Granger was actually daughter of two very wealthy and prominent death eaters, the Zabinis. Before coming back to Hogwarts, Granger married Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune and who, before his marriage, was destined to become England's greatest heartthrob since his father twenty years ago. Over the summer, Granger went from being a muggleborn witch to the most influencial person in all of the wizarding world. After being kidnapped by Voldemort, a rescue party was formed containing none other then Harry Potter, also known as the boy who lived. During their attempted escape, Granger managed to grab a wand out of Voldemort's hands and kill him with his own wand. The world will forever be in debt to Ms. Granger. Without her cunning, bravery and skill, all of us would be doomed.
The article went on to talk about Hermione's life and all the evil deeds that Dumbledore was on. In the center of the front page, there were two pictures. One of Hermione before the glamour spell had been lifted and one after.
Hermione shook her head. "I can't believe this."
Draco grinned at his wife in response. "Oh yeah, it's totally ridiculous. What with you ridding the world of evil and all that," Draco said, sarcastically. His expression changed to an adoring smile. "You were incredible," he told her.
The two smiled at each other for a moment before leaning in and sharing a passionate kiss.
When they broke apart Draco said, "Dinner is going on right now. If I help you get down to the great hall, will you get something to eat?"
Hermione nodded and Draco helped her out of bed. Leaning heavily on him, they made their way down towards the food.
When they entered, everyone turned and stared at her. Not knowing what to do, Hermione stopped walking, causing Draco to stop also.
Without warning, the entire room broke out into cheers, applause and wolf-whistles.
All Hermione could do was blush as everyone celebrated her killing Voldemort. Somehow she had done it, a plain know-it-all girl had stood up to one of the most powerful wizards in history. Not only had she survived but she had killed him. That said something.
A/N: YAY! It wasn't that long or anything but I hope you all enjoyed that. I know that killing Voldemort was very sudden but, I don't know, I just couldn't resist.
Don't worry, this story isn't over yet! YIPEE!