Still I Look to Find a Reason to Believe

Chapter Seventeen

As Voldemort began inching toward Hermione, she began trying to shake herself conscious. The pain was almost too much. What was it? She didn't know, but it was the reason she was nearly knocked out. And with the Dark Lord coming towards her, she needed to be awake, for he could do anything to her.

When he reached her, he pressed the back of his hand against her cheek and began to stroke it lightly, sending chills throughout Hermione's body, and somehow, increasing the pain. "You know what today is, don't you?" He asked her, and Hermione only replied with a slight moan of pain. "Well," he responded, "I shall tell you. You see, years ago today, I took over the whole wizarding world. All of the wizards and witches, and even muggles. However there were a few wizards I didn't conquer. Such as your precious Harry Potter. He and his crew, excluding you and a select few, managed to escape from my grasps. Even so, they went into hiding. And that is much better then capturing them. For then they couldn't go anywhere. The were stuck. What kind of life is that? All that mattered to them, was that it was life. I left them alone for the time being, but still my hunger for the destruction of Harry Potter, only grew more. That is what tonight is about, Ms Granger. Tonight, I shall finally end what they call war. I will kill Harry Potter, and whoever doesn't come along willingly."

Voldemort took a long breath before continuing, "I'm sure you're wondering where you are going to fit into all of this. Well, a few months ago, I heard a prophet, one that involved a child being born into a family of two sides, in this case a dark and a light side. I knew this couldn't be, since I had separated the wizards from the muggles, but then I was informed that Mr Malfoy had you as a slave, and that you had become pregnant. And I know instantly what the prophet had tried to say all along.

"You may keep your child until we return Ms Granger. But once we return, you and your child, are mine."

With that, and a wave of his hand, Voldemort and all of his death eaters, except one, apparated. Whoever didn't aparate, began walking over to Hermione. Hermione couldn't see whop it was. All she could see was the hood and cloak the death eater was wearing…

The death eaters aparated in, surrounded a small house in the middle of no where. At first they were not able to, because one of the order members casted a spell that would not allowed anyone to apparate there. But they had not been introduced to the new magice that had been made, and Voldemort was able to over ride the spell.

The order members must have sensed the intrusion, because they new as soon as the spell was repelled what was happening. The all retrieved there wands and met one last time in the cellar of the house, where most of there meetings had taken place over the years. "This is it. One last fight. We can no longer hide. So for everything we ever fought for in our lives. Let us fight once more." Dumbledore said these words, as every order member held there heads down, as if in prayer. As they all were getting up to leave, Dumbledore called Ron over to him. "There is something much more important that you must do for me."

The order members apparated from the house to the outside and, with weak shields protecting them, began to cast spells and curses at the Death Eaters, who fired back.

Throughout the village, all that could be heard were spells and incantations being screamed and yelled. The colors red, blue and white lite the whole town and night sky up. Harry was desperate now, casting spells anywhere and everywhere, not caring who he shot. He was surrounded by the bodies of already fallen order members and death eaters. He did his best, as he moved throughout the outside perimeter of the house, to search for Ron, or any other order members, but none could be seen. All the spells being casted had pretty much blinded him, the yelling and cries of the wizards and witches had nearly made him gone deaf. All he could do was keep casting and pray to God, like he had been all these years, that everything worked out the way it should.

As the death eater kept approaching Hermione, Hermione's struggle to stay awake and conscious was at an end. She couldn't do it, the pain was too much for her. The hooded death eater continued to creep over to Hermione, even once she was knocked out. Nothing could be heard but the fire breathing from the torches. The death eater pulled out his or her wand and began to recite a spell in Latin. Only a few seconds later, a blue shield surrounded Hermione, and right after that, as the death eater was about to enter the blue shield, a spell was thrown towards the death eater.

The death eater backed away slowly, scared, not knowing who was throwing the spell. "Who are you?" The death eater hissed, straightening herself out and pointing their wand directly at the hooded figure who had thrown the spell towards them. The other hooded figure slowly brought his right hand up to his hood, and yanked it off. The death eater found himself staring into the eyes of Ronald Weasley.

"Ah, Weasley… Long time no see," the death eater hissed at Ron, trying to scare him, but Ron didn't bulge. He stared directly into the death eater's hood, where he was positive her eyes would be. Then with the realization of whose voice he had heard, his eyes hardened more if possible, and he grinned his teeth together. "Bellarix…" was all Ron said, his hand no shaking as he tried to hold his wand steadily. Bellatrix had been responsible for many of the order members' deaths. One of the most memorable deaths was that that of Sirius Black, but the one that hit Ron hard at heart, was that of his sister Ginny.

Ginny had been taken, along with Hermione, as a slave. Yes, Ginny was a pureblood, but she was considered one of the biggest traitors in the world. A pureblooded witch on the side of light. Voldemort nearly had hand chose her. There was nothing anyone could do when the two of them were kidnapped. Nothing. They were together, separated from the rest of the order because the two were on assignment. Ron had new it was a mistake to let the two girls he cared about more than anything else in the world go by themselves, but Dumbledore was the leader, and he had never led them wrong or astray. Except that time.

After the first year of searching for the two girls, the order gave up. They could have been anywhere. Dead, was what everyone thought them to be. If they weren't yet, they would be. Everyone knew after the first month of searching for them all hope was lost, but Harry, having been in love with Ginny, and Hermione, being his and Ron's best friend, continued the search.

Severus Snape, being a spy for the order came back after one meeting to inform the order that Ginerva Weasley had been taken, and killed by Bellatrix. It was the Dark Lord's order. And although Ron and Harry thought Snape evil, Dumbledore believed letting Ginny die was the correct choice. "If he had protected Ginny, he would have been sacrificing, her, himself, and all the order's information and secrets. Ginerva was a very brave young lady. She knew that certain times call for desperate measures, and she knew that if need be, she would do anything to protect the order." Those were Dumbledore's exact words. And that was it.

Even after all those years, though, Ron still hated Bellatrix and at this moment in time, he took a wizards oath, that he would not rest until she was killed. She was standing directly in front of him, and she wouldn't get away. Ron was the first to cast a spell, and as soon as it was blocked by Bellatrix, she threw one towards him.

At first the two were casting simple spells, but now, it was Unforgivables, and life threatening spells. One after another, sparks flew across the room, sometimes hitting the walls, other times hitting the one it was meant to hit. The two duelers were so into their fighting, they didn't hear the small cracking of someone else apparating in. This hooded figure practically ran towards Hermione, putting down the blue shield and casting one of his own. Now, a light purple shield surrounded Hermione, the bed, and the perimeter of the bed, where the hooded figure was.

He walked to the top of the bed, and kneeled besides Hermione. He shook her gently. "Hermione," he said, and she began to stir. She moaned, and as soon as she opened her eyes she could feel the pain returning. She looked out and the first thing she saw was Ron and Bellatrix dueling. She turned her head, and found herself looking into grey eyes.

A/N: Hahanah…I got it up before Monday! I will try to make the next update on or before Wenesday! PLEASE REVIEW!