A/N: Yea, so I was gonna wait another day to post this but I changed my mind, so here's the next part of the story!!
Hermione stood on the balcony for another ten minutes before she saw them approach. There were only six of them, five Weasleys and Harry Potter. Hermione grinned to herself. That's all, this will be easier then I thought. She watched them get closer and she stood there in plain sight. She saw Harry look at her and he looked away. She turned and walked away just as Harry looked back to see nobody on the balcony.
Hermione walked into the room. She waited to see who would come into the room for her. Whoever it was would feel her wrath. It took another five minutes before she heard someone open the door.
Standing there, with his wand at the ready was Ron Weasley. Tall, lanky, head full of red hair and a face full of freckles. What did I ever see in him? She thought to herself.
"Hermione!" He croaked out.
"Oh Ron, thank God!" Hermione ran into his arms.
"What happened to your appearance? I never would've known it was you if it wasn't for the Prophet."
"There's a really long story behind it."
"The Ministry thinks you killed your parents,"
"I never touched my parents," Hermione said, "the Grangers on the other hand," she pulled out her wand, "got off easy. I should've done more damage but in my anger the killing curse just came out, no complaints though. You on the other hand will have a much more pleasant time." She pointed her wand at him and shouted, "Crutio!"
Ron, still in shock from what Hermione said, fell to the floor in agonizing pain. His scream had to be loud enough for the country to hear. Luckily, Draco's room was soundproof and no one could hear him. After two minutes she lifted it and he lay on the floor panting.
"Weasley, when will you learn to take the pain?" Hermione sneered, "You couldn't even handle those birds I set on you in sixth year."
"Mione," he chocked out.
"Shut up!" She snapped.
"What's- happened- to you?" he rasped out.
"I'm who I'm supposed to be. Bellatrix and Voldemorts daughter!"
"What?" he asked in shock.
"That's right, now, be a good boy and see if you can handle this. Crutio!" she left it on for a little while this time. Ron was near unconsciousness so she put him out of his misery. "Stupefy!" and he fell to the floor, near dead.
With that task complete, she exited the room in search for others. By the North Wing she heard hushed voices.
"Stay behind me,"
"I'm capable of fighting George!"
"Mum told me to look after you Gin-."
"Hermione's my friend too! I'm not gonna stand back and watch while everyone else rescue her!"
Hermione heard George sigh. She stood back in the shadows, put on her best scared face and ran out. George and Ginny, both with the same red hair as Ron, heard her rushed footsteps as Hermione turned down the North Wing.
"Mione!" Ginny exclaimed. Hermione ran into her arms.
"Thank God you're here." She muttered into Ginny's shirt. George hugged her from behind ands the three of them were huddled together. Quietly, Hermione pulled her wand out and cast a non-verbal spell on George and Ginny. They both toppled to the ground.
"What was that?" Ginny choked out.
"A little welcoming gif," Hermione sneered. "Welcome to the Manor of Hell!" Hermione started firing curses at the two of them. She had been practicing double spells, when one curse could hit two people. Two bird with one stone as the muggles say.
Ginny was able to block one of the curses.
"Protego!" she said, "Hermione, what are you doing?"
Hermione stopped firing curses. "You see, your dear mother killed my mother so I'm making her pay!"
"Mum didn't kill-."
"She killed Bellatrix, my biological mother. Harry killed my father, and for that, you both must pay!"
Before any of them could do anything, Hermione cruitiated George while Ginny watched in horror. By the time Hermione took the curse off George, Ginny was in tears.
"Hermione, this isn't you." She whispered.
"Weasley, shut your damn mouth! You have no idea who I am!"
"Mione-."
"No!" shrieked Hermione, "Stop talking now! Stupefy!" She added to George and he passed unconscious as Ron had.
"Hermione please," Ginny begged.
"Fuck!" Hermione screamed, "I thought I told you to fucking stop talking!" she was shaking with rage and Ginny was crying quietly. "I want your mother to know what it feels like to lose a loved one to the enemy!"
"She already does," Ginny sobbed, "remember, the Death Eaters killed Fred!"
"But that doesn't make me feel better. Your mother has to feel the pain by my hand!" Ginny stared at her. "Stupefy!" and Ginny collapsed to the floor.
"Three down, three to go." She muttered. She took off through the house, down a flight of stairs. She wanted to check on her Aunt to make sure she was safe, but first she ran into Draco.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To check on Aunt Cissy,"
"She's fine, safe. They won't get to her and she agreed to stay in her room no matter what." Hermione nodded. "How's it going on your end?"
"Ronald Weasley is near insanity unconscious, George Weasley is knocked out, I think I broke his leg, and Ginevra Weasley is critical."
"Very well,"
"Anything on yours?"
"Arthur Weasley is dead,"
"That'll cause the old bat some pain," Hermione grinned.
"Agreed, I've caught a glimpse of Potter in the basement. I think he was heading down to the dungeons."
"I'll head down there, check the attic." Hermione said as she took off o the stairs that led down, but before she reached them she heard voices in the drawing room.
"I'm worried Mrs. Weasley. I've got a bad feeling about this." It was Potter and he was worried. As he should be she thought.
"It'll be fine dear, we'll save her."
"It's not her I'm worried about. I think it was a mistake to come here. I think she's changed."
"Oh don't be silly dear,"
"I think we should find the others and get out-."
"That won't be necessary," Hermione said.
"Hermione," harry Potter said. He changed from the last time she saw him. His hair, still messy, was shorter, but his face had developed more and he was more handsome, not that Hermione cared or anything. His scar and glasses still remained on his face, but he'd built a little more muscle on his arms.
"Hermione dear, are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley, red hair askew from the search, had a concerned look on her face.
"Better then fine actually," she started waving her wand; trying to send a message to Draco to say she had the two she wanted the most. It was the same sign he sent to his Death Eaters the night she met him.
"We've been so worried," Mrs. Weasley continued.
"there was no need to be."
"Did Ron find you? Where is he? Have you seen Ginny or George?" Mrs. Weasley asked in a panic, "or Arthur?"
"Oh Ron found me, and I ran into Ginny and George."
"Where are they?"
"All unconscious. I believe George has a broken leg and the others are in critical condition."
"What?" Both Harry and Mrs. Weasley shouted at the same time, in different tones. Ms. Weasley was a weak sad yell while Harry's was furious.
"Your children are in danger of dying, but you shouldn't grieve over them, save that for your blood traitor husband, he's already dead. At the hand of my dear cousin." As if on cue, Draco entered the room.
"Arthur," Mrs. Weasley whispered, tears in her eyes.
"What's going on Hermione?" Harry asked harshly.
"You see, what's going on is you both just walked right into your deaths. It was all a plan to lure the two of you here."
"What?" he asked, "why?"
"Well Potter," she spat, "you killed my father, Tom Marvolo Riddle, and you Weasley," she hissed towards Mrs. Weasley, "killed my mother Bellatrix Lestrange. I found this out the day I came home from graduation, well no, it was when I was packing up the house. I killed the Grangers for keeping it from me and then devoted myself to killing the two of you. To avenge my parents!"
"Hermione, you can't do this." Mrs. Weasley said.
"You see, I already have. Your traitor kids will probably die, and so will you." She pointed her wand at her. "Avada-."
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted.
"Protego!" Draco blocked both Hermione's and Harry's spells.
"I won't let you kill her! She's like a mother to me! She was a mother to you as well!" Harry roared.
"Shut your fucking mouth Potter! I don't need some blood traitor to mother me! I have my Aunt to do that!"
"Your going to throw away years of friendship for a murderer mother and father who tried to kill you?"
"Yea! They are still my parents. Draco, release the shield. I want this over with!"
Reluctantly Draco cast the shield away.
"Now, who wants to go first?" she pointed her wand at Harry. "How about Potter, for killing my father, the greatest man to live!"
She pointed her wand at him and had the killing curse on the tip of her tongue when a shout of "Avada Kedavra," was heard from the other side of her and she saw a flash of white blonde hair run in front of her and Draco dropped dead.
"NO!!!!!!!!!" an ear splitting shriek from Hermione as her cousin lay dead at her feet. She saw Molly Weasley's wand still at the ready. "You'll pay bitch!" Hermione hissed, "Crutio!" Mrs. Weasley trembled in pain and Harry's eyes flashed in anger.
"Leave her Hermione, you want me? Have me!"
"In due time, Potter. She killed my cousin, now she's got to pay!" Full of rage, Hermione kept the curse on Mrs. Weasley for a very long time. Harry stood there, in horror and anger. What had happened to the sweet bookish girl he knew from Hogwarts?
Hermione finally let the curse off and Mrs. Weasley lay on the ground. She had no strength to get up and was panting heavily. Hermione was sure she was going to pass out. She grinned in triumphant.
"Duel to death Potter,"
"I don't want to kill you," Harry said, "You may have changed on the outside but I know inside, you're still Hermione Granger bookworm."
"No!" she shrieked, "I'm Hermione Riddle, daughter of the darkest and best witch and wizard to live!"
"That's not true," Harry retorted, "that's not who you are-."
"Shut up Potter! Duel me, or die. Not that you have a choice. You'll end up dead in the end." Hermione raised her wand and shrieked, "Crutio!"
Harry was able to dodge it, seeker reflexes in play. Harry knew he had no choice but to duel her, but it wouldn't end in death. The two dueled for at least fifteen minutes. Both were growing tired.
Why the Fuck won't he drop dead? Hermione shrieked in her head. She looked up at Potter and had the killing curse on the tip of her tongue, once again, ready to use it but she had a moment of distraction. She didn't know what caused it, but she thought back to times laughing and joking with Harry and Ron, and that moment of distraction caused her everything. The last thing she remembered was looking at Harry, sorrow in her eyes, before everything went dark.
A/N: So this was a very intense chapter and it made me really sad to kill off Draco… ir really did cuz I love him so much but unfortunately I did… it had to be done and sometimes u gotta do what you gotta do right? So, two more chapters are left now… which is kinda sad right? But sequel in the works… ideas are welcomed after the story is complete! I hope to receive reviews for this chapter… it was sad to write! Hope you liked it though.