DISCLAIMER: Although I have blue eyes, I am not J.K Rowling, so I owe nothing. Well of course I owe something (like this very fluffy sheep-toy named Schaap, who watches over me at night), just nothing related to Harry Potter.
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I am really sorry that it took me so long to update this chapter, I had a very clear picture in my head how I wanted it to happen. But somehow I couldn't find the right words to describe it. It took me some time, and I think I did the best I could.
Everybody stood still with their eyes wide open. They stopped fighting and dueling, all they could do was stare at the two woman lying on the floor in the Great Hall.
Voldemort was staring in disbelieve at the scene before of him. He was mad, confused and furious beyond believe. Bellatrix Lestrange, his most loyal servant, had just jumped in front of a Mudblood to save her unworthy life. She saved that filth's life by ending her own. And Voldemort couldn't understand why anyone would ever do that. It was a huge mystery to him.
Harry was puzzled. Did Bellatrix, the murderer of his godfather, really save Hermione? And why did she do it? She couldn't have done it out of love, right? A woman, who had murdered so many people heartless couldn't have a heart, could they?
Hermione had her eyes closed. She was terrified to open them. Voldemort had shot the killing curse at her. Trying to embrace herself with the fact that she was about to die she closed her eyes, willing to let death wash over her. But the curse never hit her, she was still alive. But someone else was not, and she knew it because a lifeless body protected her own. She didn't need her sight to know who saved her life. Her heart screamed the answer in pain and agony. That typical scent of cinnamon and apple was unmistaken that of her lover's.
She knew it was her Bella, dead in her arms. She could feel that her heart was about to burst and break into thousand pieces. She kept her eyes shut, because with her eyes closed she could still pretend that it wasn't true. Pretend that it didn't happen, that it wasn't happening. That it was someone else who saved her life, anyone but her woman. She wanted to pretend a little while longer that her life was not falling apart this very instant. That it was all a bad dream and that she soon would wake up, hopefully safe and sound in Bella's arms.
But she knew she couldn't keep pretending much longer, knowing that there was still a war going on. Knowing that her friends were still in danger. Knowing that if she wanted to live she needed to fight. But the will to continue to live wasn't really there, not now that her heart had just died. But logically she knew that she had to fight, that if she didn't fight she would die. And if she died her lover would have died in vain.
So she slowly opened her eyes, facing her demons, facing her now broken and shattered world. She gasped when the sight of those familiar black curls and that lovely pale skin, that belonged to her betrothed, reached her eyes.
Tears stung behind Hermione's chocolate brown eyes. Slowly they began to fall down her cheeks. She murmured a soft "No, no, no, please, no." while holding Bella's body close to her own. She ran her fingers through her lover's hair and kissed the top of her head.
"No one betrays the Dark Lord and gets away with it." Voldemort yelled, pointing his wand at his former servant. He flicked his wand and lifted Bellatrix in the air, out of Hermione's arms. And he started to spin her around, while laughing hard.
"NO, STOP IT." Hermione yelled, she just lost her lover, she didn't want anyone to harass her body.
Voldemort laughed some more and then mocked "You want me to stop little Mudblood? But I do this to everyone who disobeys me. You sure wouldn't want precious Bella over here to feel left out, now would you."
Voldemort started to let Bellatrix spin around harder. He added a sectumsepra-like spell to it. Bellatrix's body was cut open with small wounds, a little amount of blood was flowing out of her body.
Hermione looked at the sight in front of her with horror written all over her face. She didn't want this to happen, it had to stop. But she had no way of stopping it. Her wand was far away, all across the room. So she did the only thing that she could think of.
"No, please stop. Please, please, please stop." She started to beg, with tears streaming down her face. This wasn't right, he had no right to do this to her betrothed.
"Fine, have it your way." He said tossing Bellatrix's body across the room.
Hermione's eyes followed Bella's body, the moment that Bella jammed into the wall her body disappeared.
"What did you do to her body?" Hermione yelled.
Ignoring her question completely he said. "I bet that you would want nothing more than to join that precious traitor of yours." He lifted his wand, pointed it at Hermione and shouted. "Avada Kedavra".