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No witty little A/N for you this time...Sorry.
Thanks esspecialy to tastethekiss, for giving me my motivation!
I am working on a Titanic piece at the moment. Actually I'm really proud of it. And I have another fic featuring Lavender. I'm really fond of the one too...I'll post the later.
CHAPTER 13- "This ends now!"
Hermione screamed as she dropped to her knees. Tears were already pouring down her face as she brushed back the flaming red hair away from his face.
"Fred! No, oh my god, no. Please get up!" She screamed hysterically reaching for her wand.
"Enervate!" There was a flash of light but nothing happened. Frantically, she tried again in vain.
"Enervate!" She shouted, wiping the tears angrily from her face. Fred's hollow eyes stared up into hers. There was no laughter or glints of mischief, only a dull empty blue color remained. She felt a hand on her shoulder and whipped around. Ron stood there, staring into his brother's blank face.
"Hermione…" he began. She swatted his hand away.
"No! I'm must be doing it wrong! Leave me alone! I have to concentrate!" She pointed her wand at him and said the spell again with no result. "No, no, no, no, no…" She whispered.
Finally, she buried her face in her hands and blinked back the tears. She didn't resist the arm around her shoulder. "Don't go…" She murmured into her fingers.
She looked up. Harry was battling Voldemort with a renewed fierceness. She felt a sure of rage as the wicked creature in front of her carried on with his duel as if he had not just murdered her fiancé. She stood and made her way towards Voldemort. A hand caught her arm holding her back. Ron was holding her, a deep sadness in his eyes, but at the same time rage and worry glimmered there.
"Hermione, it's too dangerous! They need our help here!" Hermione shot an angry glare at him, daring him to hold onto her a second longer.
"Don't look at me like that! Harry has to do this himself! Please, Hermione, just leave it!" he said grabbing her hand with both of his, "If you get in the way, he'll kill you too! Just leave it alone!"
Hermione felt her rage evaporate, only to leave the empty feeling inside her. As she began to feel the tears sting her eyes again, she also felt Ron steer here off to the side, away from the battle. When she opened her eyes she found herself in the Entrance Hall. Fred and George had left Hogwarts here… She felt a lump rise in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, determined not to cry. The more she cried the more real it became. She felt Ron's arms around her. The feeling felt nice and she began to sink into the embrace. Something clicked in her mind and she gasped and pulled away.
"We have to go help!" She said hurriedly. Ron sighed and they ran onto the grounds.
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Harry didn't even stop to glance at what was going on behind him. Fred was dead. He saw the light hit him. The feeling was tearing at his heart. He saw Hermione drop to the ground screaming and he couldn't watch any longer. It was time to finish this. Harry turned to Voldemort, who was standing there, smirking, as if he believed he had just weakened him. He was very mistaken… There was a fierce anger bubbling up inside him. Harry needed this to end, and he wanted to end it.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry shouted, aiming his wand straight at where a normal man's heart should be. Voldemort sent a killing curse his way. Harry dodged it, falling to the ground. Harry felt the spells hammer the ground as he made to get up, shooting hexes at Voldemort. One of his stinging hexes swept Voldemort's shoulder, ripping the black robes that covered it. Voldemort let out a snarl and glared at Harry. Voldemort turned to the group of people huddled around Fred's body.
"CRUCIO!"
The spell hit Ron straight in the chest. He doubled over, his screams tearing through the air. Voldemort laughed cruelly, throwing a glare at Harry, who stood in horror for a few moments before his anger hit him.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" Harry shouted, raising his wand. "EXPELLIARMUS!" Voldemort, who was concentrating on torturing both Harry and Ron, watched as his wand went flying out of his hand.
"No!" Voldemort roared. Harry summoned the wand, snapping it in two.
"This ends now!" Harry shouted back, feeling the magic crackle through the air as his emotions got the better of him. Voldemort stood his ground, still trying to pull of his "Dark Lord" intimidation.
"IMPEDIMENTA!" Harry shouted. Voldemort flew back and slammed into the ground, unconscious. Harry looked wildly around. He was actually about to do this… The battle had frozen, all eyes looking his way. The Death Eaters stood in horror as their master lay on the grassy land near the trio's birch tree. Ron stepped forward, his eyes full of a mixture of rage, sadness, concern, and a want for revenge.
"Harry, kill that bastard."
Harry looked around at Voldemort, the "man" who had killed too many. Harry's mind was full of panic. He knew he wasn't ready for it. He was exhausted but it was now or never.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted from beside Fred's body. "Do it." She said in a deadly tone. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and muttered the curse he had seen too many times. The green blaze shot out of his wand, hitting exactly where a heart should be.
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A/N:. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ALERT ALERT ALERT!!!!!!!!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I NEED IDEAS FOR NAMES PLEASE!
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Sorry about the length of this! I know, I know, its short.
I decided to update before my goal because I was only one away. THANKS SO MUCH TO MY REVIEWERS! This was very hard to write because of the happy holiday (For you people not form the US, it was Thanksgiving here.) and this was a depressing chapter and only more to come!
I'm going to set a goal of 130...ish.
Thanks again!
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