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Hermione felt glowing warmth radiate from inside her very core. A feeling of intense power came from deep within her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her arms began to shake and in moments a blinding white light filled the room.
As the light receded, every witch and wizard in the room stood in total and complete silence. A wind began to pick up and Hermione lifted off the ground, raising in the air. Light burst from her fingertips, eyes and mouth. She began to spin, faster and faster and faster. She was a blur to everyone.
Another flash of blinding white light filled the room. It pulsed from the young witch in sync with her heartbeat. Faster and faster she span, the light slowing down. In less then a minute, Hermione was spinning so fast she looked like a line of white twisting in the cold, dark dungeon.
Without warning, she stopped. Her arms slowly went out in front of her. A stream of light began to swirl and grow out of her finger tips. In moments, it was twisting in the air like a snake in water. It twisted around the students, slowly engulfing their bodies in light, undoing their curses and protecting them.
The beam of radiance circled Draco and Blaise. It shot up in the air as a great stream of red light above Blaise. Slowly, Hermione's rigid figure in the air began to descend towards him.
Lucas found himself unable to move. As Hermione's hand neared Blaise's chest, a vicious growl erupted from the terrible man's throat. "Do not touch him!"
The Angelus paused in her proceeding. She slowly turned around and stood still, silent.
"Why?" Her voice flowed out like honey, warm and comforting. Something inside Lucas bubbled up indignantly.
"He is not worthy!" Lucas cried. "I am worthy!"
A forceful wind swept into the room. The students were thrown against the walls, only Lucas remaining where he stood.
"I am worthy!" He shouted once more. "I have sacrificed and I have practiced and I deserve your power!"
Hermione seemed to hesitate for a moment. In that second, Lucas took his chance. Summoning all of his strength and power, he called for a burst of fire like one he had never used before. It came flying from his fingertips, racing towards the blond beauty who stood still in the middle of the room.
The flame engulfed her. It streamed past, burning everything in its path. The room seemed to raise to an unbearable heat as his tirade of fire on her continued. A minute passed like an hour as the endless storm of fire kept its unrelenting pace.
Lucas slowly let his fire burn out. As he pulled his fists back, the flames ended. The entire space where Hermione stood was blackened. Charred remains of rocks lay in ashes on the floor. Hermione's shackles were in a liquid mess.
And there, in the middle of the room, stood the Angelus. It seemed as though no damage was done to her… And then she opened her eyes.
Pits of black stared at Lucas. He felt as though his soul was burning in the deepest and darkest pits of hell. "No…. please don't…"
But the pleading was not from Lucas. Doctor Loverly had thrown himself on the ground. Pounding the floor with every ounce of strength in his body, the doctor sobbed. "Do not kill my son in front of me."
A dainty hand lifted and pointed towards him. "I will not kill him in front of you."
His eyes raised. "You will not?"
"I will not." Her black orbs shifted to him. The doctor shrank back.
"Oh, no."
"You will be dead long before he has a chance to take his last breath."
With that, Tyler Loverly clutched his throat. He began to scratch his arms and face and neck. He was shaking and screaming. "No! Ple…" The word died on his throat as he took his final choking gasp of breath. Seconds later, he was engulfed in fire. Less than ten seconds after that, he was nothing more than a pile of ashes on the ground.
Lucas stared at the place where his father had just been. The man who had shown him magic and had tried to protect him from his bitch of a mother… the man who taught him to ride a broom and showed him that there was a chance for everything… the man who had given him life and the means of taking it away… he was gone.
Lucas did the only thing he could think of… he charged. Racing at full speed, he was almost to Hermione when she turned around. Lifting a hand, he stopped where he was, compelled to stay frozen in place.
"Lucas…" Hermione seemed to purr. "Let me explain something to you." As she turned herself around, her back facing Lucas, he snarled.
She walked forward a few steps, stopping in front of Blaise and Draco. Dropping to her knees, Hermione placed hand on both. "Draco…"
Draco looked up, his cold eyes locking with hers. "Hermione, I love you."
"I love you too." She placed a kiss on his lips. "Blaise, keep him safe."
Blaise looked startled and grasped her hand harder. "Where are you going? No, don't do this!"
A hand went to either of their cheeks, brushing away their tears. It had suddenly clicked. They had read the books. They knew the legends and myths. The two boys who loved Hermione more than life itself knew what had to be done. They knew what she was going to do.
Hermione closed her eyes. "Liana…" she whispered. Draco and Blaise stared at her for a moment, watching her closely as she stayed completely still.
When her eyes opened again, she knew what had to be done. Turning around, Hermione stalked towards Lucas, predator to prey.
"Lucas, you have done more damage to this world than many other combined. You have sinned against your people and against your God. You have turned many a family against each other. You have killed and corrupted the young and old. Without a second thought, you have maimed the innocent and taken advantage of the poor. You have done more damage than will ever be known and for that…" Hermione paused. Her eyes, now back to their normal shade, scanned the room.
Another snarl erupted from Lucas's throat. "And what? You'll kill me? I do not fear death!"
Hermione's head snapped back around to look at him. "You should not fear death but what comes after. For your crimes against humanity and for your sins against your Lord, you will suffer eternal damnation."
The color fell from his face. "Eternal… what?"
"You will have a thirst you can not quench. You have a hunger you can not satisfy. You will run and never go anywhere. You will lust and be unloved. You will have every damned action imaginable placed up you… and then some. For your crimes, you will suffer."
"Yes, I will…" Lucas's eyes swept to the floor. "But I will not be unavenged."
His arm shot forward. Hermione fell to her knees, gasping for air. "No…" A small sob escaped her throat.
Her arm twisted on the ground in pain and Lucas screamed as his body contorted. With a final cry of despair, he fell to the ground and died, his body seizing.
A sudden rush of wind entered the room. It seemed to push the light from the students back to its Angelus. It surrounded her, pulsing heat and power through her. The students all ran forward, falling to their knees around her, encouraging their beloved girl to get up.
Draco and Blaise were next to her, holding her hands and trying to stop the blood flow. Lucas, in a last attempt to save him, had thrown a knife straight into her heart.
A few moments later, the light around Hermione began to fade. As her breathing again slowed, this time it would not return.
Hermione kept gasping for air. "Draco… Blaise… I love you all… send my love…" She grasped her throat. "Oh…"
Draco threw his arms up. "Get out of here! Go back to the school and get help, now! Hurry!"
The students all ran from the room towards the exits, conjuring brooms and jumping on. They were soon alone; just Hermione, Draco and Blaise.
Draco placed a final chaste kiss on her lips as her final breath left her body. As her body began to fall limp the floor, there was another flash of bright light. Draco and Blaise felt a part of Hermione transfer into them. She had passed on her gifts to them. They would make sure she was never forgotten.
In the distance, a baby was born and began to cry. The doctors would comment on the strange birthmark: two small marks on the her back that looked remarkably like wings. They would comment on how the room seemed to get hotter, the wind blew harder, the water went colder and the earth seemed to shake when the baby was born. They would comment on her light hair and eyes. And finally, they would comment on the strange name the parents would give their strange little daughter.
Hermione.
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