A/N: Sorry I haven't written my stories in a while. Just so busy with school, sports, Christmas shopping….I am starting to hate December. LOLl! I hope all of you had a wonderful winter break, I now had! So I will be posting more chapters soon in a couple weeks. Hopefully, before exam week comes.
Chapter 32
"'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all."
- Samuel Butler (1835 - 1902)
"No!" The word tore from his lips. He was on his feet panting, as if he had been running. "I can't do this! I can't let her die!" And then he was running, to where Hermione was being tortured.
"Harry, wait up mate!" yelled Ron who went after him.
Hermione slowly picked her face up off the floor, tearful eyes staring up at the Dark Lord. She shook her head slowly, soft gasps sounding from her lips.
"Don't," she said weakly. "Please, don't do this.
"I'm afraid it's too late for that." He looked up, nodding to the other Death Eaters.
They raised their wands ready to attack at Hermione. Hermione closed her eyes, hoping that Voldemort was wrong. But fully realized that he was right, when they were done she would remember nothing. She wouldn't recall her childhood with her parents, meeting Harry and Ron for the first time, or any of the Weasley's or professors. She would not remember the first time she stepped into Hogwarts, nor the night she and Harry had their first kiss.
"NO!" yelled Hermione in her head. "I won't let him win!"
Hermione's eyes were still closed but there was a different aura surrounding her. She felt someone else's powers locking into her's. Then, the young witch started to have flashbacks of her past and someone else's.
Meeting Harry and Ron in the train
Hugging Harry in front of everyone in their second year
Third year when she and Harry saved Sirius and Buckbeak
Running away from werewolf Remus and hugging each other again.
When Ron and Hermione had a fight during the Yule Ball
Worrying about Harry, having feelings for him
Meeting Rafael and Sammy
Hermione and Harry's first kiss
"Trust me." A female voice chanted in Hermione's mind.
Meeting Tom Riddle in the middle of the night
Having a crush on him
Being friends with him
Mother not trusting him
Father having a weird vibe about him
Marrying her husband
Fighting against Voldemort
The necklace
Hermione shot her eyes open but those weren't exactly her eyes.
"You promise you wouldn't hurt me, Tom." A female voice said.
Voldemort's eyes widen, he knew that voice. A voice he hadn't heard more than 20 years. He looked at Hermione, who's head was facing the ground and her eyes were closed. He looked behind her and saw no one. Maybe he was just hearing things.
"You're a liar, Tom." The voice said again. "You've told me you changed….that you would stop hurting innocent people."
"Leave us!" Voldemort growled at his servants. Once they left, "Where are you? Come on Jane, where are you?"
"I'm right here." Jane answered.
Voldemort turned around and couldn't see her but saw Hermione lifted her head up but it wasn't Hermione he saw….it was Jane. There she was, hazel eyes and long, curly golden hair. She looked beautiful no matter what she was wearing.
"You're dead." Voldemort whispered.
"Now, is that how you treat an old friend?" Jane mocked, "Remember, isn't that what you said to me before you almost killed my husband…Tom."
"Don't call me that!" he snarled at her. "You're just an illusion controlling Hermione's body."
"And what if I'm not?" Jane asked, "Hermione is my descendant, she's a witch! She has my necklace which means she has my powers and my spirit in her. We won't let you win, Tom."
Voldemort laughed evilly as he stared at Jane's perfect face.
"And what makes you think that?" he asked.
"Because Hermione and Harry's love for each other will win this war." Jane answered. "And you know nothing about love."
Voldemort stared at Jane, saw the fury in her eyes, and knew that she would never understand how he felt about her. He turned away from her, his hands on the wall staring at the blackness.
"I fell in love with you." He whispered, Jane's eyes widen, "I always had."
"It's too late for that." Jane said, "You're too late." Her voice faded.
