Hey guys~! Last chapter, well second to last if you count the upcoming epilogue; but you know. I'm sorry if I skip through time a little to often in this chapter. I hope you guys like it! Also Happy belated Holidays to everyone and for those who don't celebrate anything think of this chapter as a gift to you.

Paring: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger

Rating: MA

Warning: Blood, Gore, Death

Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Seconds turned into hours and hours into days, which respectively turned into weeks and months; all this time had flown by Harry James Potter without a care in the world. January to late May and not a single dream in sight, and the peace finally settled over Harry to the point where he was relaxed. He and Hermione had forgotten about the premonition he had at Christmas, though they have forgotten that doesn't mean that the Order hasn't. Every other week Sirius checked up on Harry and Hermione, seeing if either teen were wary of anything. He was pleasantly surprised to see them act truly their age, without a care in the world.

Then OWLs came up and both teens were up to their necks in books and trying to be prepared for all their subjects. For Hermione she was studying for everything besides Divination, all she ever saw in that subject was a bunch of nuts look in crystal balls and reading tea leaves. Viktor ended up making sure that she was eating and sleeping properly as the exams came closer, believe it or not it was an extremely hard task.

First the professor would have to track her down and then persuade her to go to the Great Hall so she can eat before pulling her up to their room so she can bathe and sleep. He didn't mind though, it gave him more time to just be near her since he split his time half and half. Half of his time was dedicated to Hermione and the other was to finish lessons and make a practical exam for those who want to be in a sort of Quidditch career. It was time consuming seeing as he had to follow the Standard European rules and guidelines as he made the exam.

As for Harry, the young teen expected to pass only one class and fail everything else; everyone thought he was studying for Potions or Herbology but he was still reading up on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Though he may have forgotten his vision he was still paranoid, no one could really blame him with all the shit he had seen his entire time at Hogwarts. Every year he had been in mortal peril and every year not a single professor helped him out nor believed him until Viktor became a professor. When he studied with Hermione she usually got him to at least view over other subjects so he wouldn't completely fail, something he would be grateful for.

Before anyone knew it they were sitting in the Great Hall, all the tables were vanished and replaced with desks with Remus watching over the group as they took the written part of their OWLs. His eyes were vigilant as he scanned the rows of teens looking for any and all cheating that may or may not be going on, a small bang alerted him to look out one of the giant windows as a blast of color danced across the sky. Some students paused from their work to look out the window, some held looks of wanting as a giant W popped out of nowhere.

Remus smiled as he watched the fireworks before noticing that everyone else was watching them as well, "Get back to work, maybe you'll be able to catch another show later." Hermione smiled as she watched Harry fill out his essay with ease, her own essay was filled to the brim with information with her even having to ask Remus for more parchment. Now all she was waiting for was the rest of the time to pass by so she could finally spend some time with Viktor, their time together has diminished greatly since OWLs have come by. The bright colors of the fireworks outside were mesmerizing but then a loud creek was heard through the Great Hall as Dumbledore stepped through.

"Miss Black-Potter? A minute if you will," the headmaster said gravely, his eyes weren't twinkling and his stature was stiff as stone.

She was about to stand when Remus put a hand down on her shoulder, keeping the young siren in her seat; his body was placed in front of her in case the old wizard tried something. "She will not be going anywhere, you have no authority to take her out of her OWLs before they are finished," he growled at the obscene man.

"This is not a request Professor Lupin, it is of the up most importance that she come with me."

"By who's right."

"The Minister's."

Everyone could see he was at a loss, and could not figure out what to do; Hermione decided to make it easy on him. "Its alright Professor, I was done anyway," she murmured before standing up. Her wings brushing the edge of her chair before she tucked them into her as much as she could so she didn't knock into anyone else. A look over in Harry's direction solidified her fears, something bad was going to happen. Whether they liked it or not, and soon she would come to regret leaving with Dumbledore as would everyone else.

Harry looked on as she left the Great Hall with Dumbledore, her halo glowing brightly as she left and as she turned a corner he could still see some of the shine. With a flick of his wand Remus closed the doors again with a sigh, he looked over at the clock Remus conjured up and realized he had fifteen minutes left to write his answers. The entire time he was sitting there with a quill in hand Harry had a sinking feeling.

Something was happening, something bad.

As the fifth years transitioned to the practical part of their OWLs Harry's gut was burning as if someone set him on fire, he was barely paying attention to the Ministry proctors as they called different people to them. "Potter, Harry" a young woman called out. Her brown hair was put into a bun and her eyes were alight as he came closer to her, she had a clipboard in her hands and he knew it was show time.

"It says here that you have interests in being an Auror?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Well lets see if you can cast a Patronus Charm, then after transition into a Stunning then a Shield Charm."

She settled into her chair and watched as Harry got into the right stance before moving his wand and saying the incantation, and to her surprise and delight she watched as a corporeal Patronus stag danced across the air. It was soon burst apart as a red blast of magic tore it apart and with a swish of her wand she was able to send a Stinging Charm to him. She watched happily as he was able to rebound it into the ceiling, "Good work Potter, just as good as your father."

He perked up a tad bit, "You knew my father?"

"As well as your mother, I hope this teaches you not to judge a book by its cover. I'm not as young as I look."

Looking closer he saw the graying hair as well as the crow's feet at the edges of her eyes and was astounded, this woman must be around fifty years old. "Excellent work, Mister Potter. Have a nice day. Patil, Padma!" Harry quickly left the Great Hall and wandered out to the courtyard, his head pounding as he did so. When he got out he saw a crowd of students, some in their uniforms and some in casual attire. All where watching as Fred and George mounted two brooms before taking off into the sky; it wasn't long for the fireworks to begin.

Though a pounding pain rippled throughout his body and he fell down against the people behind him, he was limped as his mind took over. People around him were freaking out and a seventh year picked him up, though he was oblivious to all this.

"Where is he?"

"Not here yet my lord."

Hermione was bound to a chair in the middle of a huge room, clouds of black smoke surrounded her as the voices went on. Her face was distorted with agony as she was forced to look up in the eyes of Fenrir Greyback and Rodolphus Lestrange. "Where is the prophecy!?" the werewolf roared at her, his yellow teeth dripping with saliva.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Lestrange raised his wand and muttered, "Crucio." The young siren was writhing in pain as she felt wave after wave of unbearable pain wash over her; the beautiful white wings she was graced with spasmed and her halo began to dim. Then the image flashed to where she was ripped to pieces by Fenrir's claws, blood splattering the floor of the dark room. Harry watched helplessly as the scenario played out, she finally succumbed to darkness while looking into his eyes. "Keep searching then, the Prophecy must be somewhere in this damned Department," Rodolphus ordered everyone else.

They all left to do their own tasks, leaving Hermione in the chair as her body bleed out; with pools of red growing around her paling form.

With a start Harry awoke in the Infirmary, the sun illuminated the entire room in its lovely glow as it went down but he had to go. He was going to see the last person who had his sister, and that person was Dumbledore.

~.~.~.

"Password?"

"Let me in!"

"No password no entry."

Harry growled in annoyance as the gargoyle refused to let him into the Headmaster's office, Neville and Luna watched from the shadows as he desperately tried every password he knew. "What's wrong mate?" Neville asked as he and Luna got closer. The blonde watched as he stressed out, his green eyes were filled with worry.

"Its about Hermione isn't it?"

"How did-"

Luna gave him a reproachful look that said 'don't question me', and he sighed; effectively giving them her answer. "Tell us about it," Neville lead Harry away from those god forsaken gargoyles to the Great Hall, where most of the students were. He took his usual seat near Ginny and the rest of the Weasley, besides Ron since the youngest male was still bitter about their friendship ending. "I had another one of those dreams, but this time Hermione died and now I can't find her," he admitted.

Fred and George looked over to him, "So that's why you fainted during our little show." George nodded with Fred as if to verify the statement, but the didn't seem mad; in fact they were quite worried for him. Harry nodded and sighed, "She was last seen with Dumbledore and he's not here," Neville added on to his story, which caused Harry to perk up.

"What do you mean he's not here?"

"He left to go to the Ministry, that's all he told McGonagall and Flitwick. He's been gone since the middle of your OWLs," George told him.

"Then where's Hermione?"

"No one knows," Fred told him, "The Gryffindors have been freaking out as well as Viktor, poor guys been going nutters." Harry ate the food Ginny placed in front of him and he looked at the mashed potatoes and sausages with disdain. He wasn't hungry, how could he eat if Hermione was missing?!

"Lets go find her," he spoke up suddenly, looking at Neville, Luna, and the Weasley siblings; without warning he took to his feet and ran down the aisles between each table. The others followed him as he ran out of the Great Hall, narrowly avoiding a worried Viktor when he almost bumped into the man. "Vhere are you going?" he called out as the small group ignored him.

Being the wonderful teacher he was Viktor decided to follow them, as to make sure that they didn't get into massive trouble. "How are we going to get there?" he heard Harry ask, to which Luna replied, "We fly of course." She took them out of the castle with Viktor close behind, he ejected his black wings out and took flight to keep up with them. "Harry! Vhere do you think you are going?!" He yelled as he flew next to the teen.

"To the Ministry to find Hermione!"

"Do you really think I vill let you go alone?"

While he didn't say it out loud Harry was willing to do this on his own if he had to; for the only family he had left, he would give his life if need be. He refused to answer as Luna charge head first into the Forbidden Forrest, closely followed by Ginny. As they passed by multiple webs and trees they came across a small clearing where a small family of Thestrals were grazing.

"This is how we get there," Luna announced as she stepped aside to let them on. Harry went up to one and got on with Luna following his example, Ginny and the Twins were staring in shock. It looked like they were floating on their own, Neville guided them to a Thestral and had to help them onto the creature. Viktor touched down on the ground next to Harry, "Is she okay?"

"I don't know."

He waited as Fred and George climbed onto a Thestral before lightly kicking their sides, causing the beasts to spread their wings and flew off into the air. Viktor spread his own wings and shot up into the air, despite the feeling of freedom flying gave him; the Bulgarian felt a twinge in his chest. Was that the right word to describe it as? A twinge? Maybe a shock of despair?

No? Too gruesome? What do you mean 'too gruesome'?

Okay then, how about a stab in the gut?

No? Then lets stay with twinge. You know what? Just use whatever metaphor or simile you want to use, 'kay? Just put it in a negative way and BAM! you have yourself a nice bit of emotion.

The Bulgarian followed the teens closely, not wanting to lose them in the approaching dark; not matter how much he wanted to tell Harry that they should wait for Remus or Sirius to back them up he just couldn't. The teen was far too irascible for him to do that, so he settled for the second best and opted to protect them as best as he could.

A mistake that would cost him everything.

~.~.~.

A sigh passed her lips as she signed yet another page, relinquishing her former Muggle heritage and accepting the name of the House Black officially. Sirius stood behind the chair Hermione was sitting as the lawyer filed the stack of pages she had just finished signing. This was before putting another stack in front of her, "This is for your acceptance as the second in line to be the heir for House Potter. Please sign on the dotted lines."

Though apart of her felt awful that she was releasing the bonds from the people who had lovingly raised her, Hermione knew that this was her new start in the Magical World. There was absolutely no way she could ever go back to the Muggle world looking as she did; to them she would be an anamoly that needed to be studied.

For the most part, Hermione was grateful that Sirius was there to help guide her as she signed all these legal papers; Dumbledore himself just leaving her to fend for herself. Claiming that he needed to have a hearing with the Wizengomat, and as fate would take it Hermione got a chill down her spine as she watched Sirius and the lawyer converse about something else. It was as if someone was trying to rip her soul out of her body; all at once Hermione knew what was going to happen, what exactly was going wrong.

Viktor was going to walk into danger, and he was near; he was in the Ministry to be exact, and she knew. She could feel it in her mind and with a hurried explanation of having to use the lavatory Hermione took off. Using only her instincts to take her deeper into the Ministry, though some parts of the journey was strenuous. Especially the entire bloody ride in a cramped elevator with wizards and witches who have never seen a Siren before, and people soon learned that Hermione didn't like being prodded in her wings without warning.

"Welcome to the Department of Mysteries," an arid voice called out to her, but the Siren paid her no heed.

Fast as lightning she flew through the halls and picked the right places to veer until she came to an open room, filled to the brim with shelves that had little orbs on them. In the middle of the room was a group of people all with their wands drawn and surrounded by dark clouds, all she could see was her mate. Her halo was a beacon in the dark, and her approach was as swift as a fox. The Siren barreled into the first cloud of smoke with a screech, pulling the Death Eater hidden inside up high into the air before dropping him.

Just as the streak of light that had been Hermione passed by, Harry and the group took off in different directions; each and everyone of them was trying to find a way to elude their predator. In Harry's hand was the actual prophecy that they were looking for; the one were they were willing to kill teens and young adults to steal. A wave of pressure was lifted off of his shoulders when he saw Hermione streak by, his worry was now diminished. Now all he had to do was find their way out of the Department before returning back to Hogwarts.

Veering to the side to avoid spellfire from a crazed Lestrange, Viktor smashed into an entire shelf of orbs and sent the shelves into a domino affect; causing those running on the ground to sprint even faster. Not for the obs in the teens' hands, but to escape the falling shards and spheres of glass. The Bulgarian cried out in pain as his left eye was cut by a falling piece of glass as he slammed into the ground. "Gahhh!" his hands flew to his face as if to protect his eyes from harm. Hermione landed near him, with her wand at the ready as they were soon surrounded by Death Eaters. Then the spells came down on her in a relentless barrage, a 'Diffindo' severely injured her left hand but she didn't stop trying to deflect as much as she could. A long and drawn out 'Crucio' set her to her knees before Luna and Fred burst into the scene.

The two were using every spell in their arsenal to give both Hermione and Viktor time to recover, the latter having it harder because he could only see out of one eye without causing him mind-boggling pain. "Go, go, go!" George called out and they ran to the door that they had opened; with Hermione and Viktor above them. Providing them with some type of protection, as well as a source of light in Hermione's case; through the door they went and immediately began to plummet.

"Alesto Momentum!" Hermione cried out, a sighed in relief as the group were jerked away from hitting the floor at the last second. Then both she and Viktor descended to see what the glowing arch in the room was, the way it felt was chilling to her bones. "The Prophecy, give it to me boy," a sinister voice called out to them from the shadows as Lucius Malfoy emerged with his hand outstretched toward Harry.

"We've waited for so long, as have you."

"I've waited fourteen years," he mumbled as he looked at the orb in his hand.

"I know," Lucius cooed.

"But I can wait," he chucked the orb away from him, not caring as Lucius dove for it. Only for the Prophecy to slip from his fingers, and in that moment he knew that his life was as good as dead. Then the room descended into total chaos, Death Eaters were shooting to kill and the students were barely holding their own. Hermione was getting chased by Fenrir Greyback and Viktor was throwing people into the arch before dodging the Killing Curse Bellatrix sent his way by an inch. Then everyone heard it, the cry of battle before she fell to the ground.

Neville turned to see her get hit out of the air with a 'Crucio' before getting her throat slashed open by Fenrir, who eagerly liking the blood off his claws. He watched in pleasure as her throat spilled blood onto the ground and her chest was bleeding from every cut and rip in the skin, as well as one of her wings was nearly severed by his claws. His happiness didn't live to long before a green spell nicked him in the leg, but nonetheless touched him. Before he too fell to the ground; his death was a slight miscalculation on Bellatrix's part since she was aiming for himself.

Viktor was paralyzed before the wall burst open with enough force to bring down the entire wall and a little of the ceiling. Remus dashed forward to grab Hermione and sprinted out of the battlefield, dodging all the curses and hexes sent his way. He also hopped over corpses with ease as he rushed to get to a safe location, the other Order members watching his back until he was gone.

In the middle of it all stood Viktor, and all he could do was watch as Harry ran after Bellatrix who took off to the Atrium of the Ministry. With his one good eye he found his next fight, one that might be the last; though he would open it with welcome arms if Hermione perished. The young Potter was livid and at the current moment was not above using the Unforgivables.

"Crucio!" He watched with a sick sense of glee as the demented witch fell to the ground. With his wand raised he pointed at her, wanting to take the final strike but was unable to; and she knew it as well.

"You can't do it, we all know it."

Bellatrix gave a hearty laugh as her master gave her the time to escape by distracting Harry, she quickly got up and ran to a floo before disappearing in the flames. The sneering face of Voldemort was staring at him with a wand raised, and those crazed red eyes staring into his soul, and then Harry felt it. A probe inside his head as his enemy sifted through his memories, before finally exiting.

"You know shes dead," he hissed, "Though it matters not anymore, come Potter lets fight it out. A fair duel if you will."

With a vigilance that Moody would be proud of, Harry waited for the first move as tense as a spring. Then it came a flash of green that he fell to the floor to doge followed by a bright red jinx. "Diffindo!" Harry roared, hoping that the Cutting Curse would hit true, but the Dark Lord had vanished.

"Such a waste," he cooed darkly, his snake like sneer was the only thing Harry could focus on. A bright blue curse flew by Harry where as the next purple one it him, and he felt his arm break cleanly; and his scream echoed through the entire Ministry. Remus was trying to keep Hermione alive to the best of his ability when he heard it, a blood-curdling scream that froze the blood in his veins. "H-Ha H-Harry," Hermione choked as she tried to get up.

"Please Hermione, don't move," Remus begged her.

"Vi-Viktor."

"Please!" he cried out as she opened the wounds he worked hard to close, but there was no stopping her. With a quick swish of her wand Hermione knocked him out, and with her determination she pushed passed the pain and worked her way to the Atrium. Stumbling on everything and anything in her desperation to get to Harry she soon found herself on the ground clutching her hand to her throat where her barely healed skin broke open. Though she got back on her feet and kept going, and stumbled on only stopping when she passed by Viktor fighting off three Death Eaters by him self.

"Stupefy!" Viktor roared as he brought one down and Hermione whispering a Bone-Crushing Hex at the second one, before continuing on her way. She didn't regard anything from that point on, the twin's fighting against four Death Eaters, or Ginny being healed by Sirius. All that mattered that moment was Harry. When she got into the Atrium she gasped to the best of her ability, there was Harry; her brother, her friend, her confidant, being tortured within an inch of his life.

"Get ready to embrace Death Potter," Voldemort said, his wand raised as he stood feet away from her brother. Hermione pushed herself, no matter how much it hurt or how tired she was. "Avada Kedavra!" and the horrible green light flashed through the air.

Just in time for Viktor to burst into the Atrium, just in time for Harry to look up.

Just in time to watch the Brightest Witch of Her Age fall.

Don't worry guys! I had to leave it at a cliffhanger, it was there and I took the opportunity. Sorry, but this is the last chapter, then the epilogue is next.

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