"They are young; do you really feel it necessary to fight them?"
"What the fuck?" Hermione asked again. How could this be? She wondered to herself. I burned the portrait! He should be gone!
"I would ask you not to use language like that in my office but obviously that would have no effect," McGonagall said.
"Everyone Shut Up!" Hermione yelled. She was extremely frustrated. The portrait wasn't supposed to come back, Kingsley wasn't supposed to go against her and Potter… Potter should be dead.
"Right," she said quietly, collecting herself slightly, "That's it,"
"I'm going to read you your rights, although you should already know of them," Kingsley said, "And also, as I'm sure you can gather already, you'll most likely be administered the Kiss." He started to repeat her rights to her, but before he could get through the first line, a red light hit him straight on and he toppled backwards.
"I hate when you talk too much," she said turning her wand on the others now. "I've waited too long for this. I'm going to enjoy this. Avada Kevdavra!"
She shouted it, wand pointed at Harry, but Luna dove in front of him.
"LUNA!" Both Harry and Ron shouted, "Don't do it!"
"The Wizarding world needs you," she said quietly before the beam hit her and she fell forwards, dead.
"Damn it!" Hermione shouted outraged. "I want you dead Potter!"
"If you wanted me dead you would've killed me long ago," Harry said, "Something's stopping you from killing me. And you know it,"
"Nothing's stopping me," she hissed.
"Deep down there's something telling you not to kill me,"
"I don't have time for this," she said through clenched teeth. "For once and for all, there's NOTHING stopping me from killing you."
"The do it," Harry said levelly, "Kill me."
Hermione raised her wan again, hand shaking out of anger, and directed it at Harry. But she couldn't do it; she couldn't mutter the simple spell to kill him as she had just moments ago to kill innocents.
"I knew it," Harry said, "The real Hermione is still there. In you somewhere,"
"No," Hermione said shaking her head. "No," she repeated and then she turned and fled the room. Down the stairs and into the hall where a battle was going on. Three Slytherins along with two death eaters against Flitwick and Sprout. She casually flicked her wand and Sprout went down. She kept running.
She ended up reaching the Seventh Floor and the Room of Requirement, which she ran into, slamming the door behind her. She stood just inside the door, breathing heavily, from both running and anger. Why couldn't she kill Potter? What had stopped her muttering that simple yet powerful curse? It was Potter, he was messing with her. She was sick of people messing with her, playing with her mind. It would stop, and Potter was the first to go.
With a new air of determination she stood, shoulders back and head held high. She walked threw the school, dodging curses and stunning anyone who got in her way, and swiftly walked towards the Entrance Hall. She saw Derek, Draco and Lucius all fighting there. With a wave of her wand a loud CRACK was heard and sparks shot up, ending all battle.
Everyone turned to look at her. She gestured for her Death Eaters to back down and stand aside. They all obeyed and the students of Hogwarts watched with interest.
"Good evening," Hermione said addressing the students. "It would be in you're best interest to stop fighting my people, or pay dire consequences." She turned to her death eaters. "There has been a problem. I suspect that in a few short minutes we shall be joined by Potter and Weasley, surely they'll have back up. Do not attack unless I give orders," she hissed and the Death Eaters all muttered a, "yes Mistress,"
Hermione stood at the bottom of the stairs in the Entrance Hall waiting and sure enough, the doors flew open and a few Aurors strolled in, along with a few of the remaining Order members. Harry and Ron stood at the top of the stairs with McGonagall and a revived Kingsley.
"Give it up Hermione," Harry said, "We've got you covered. You can't escape and you can't win."
Hermione laughed softly. "That's where you're wrong Potter. True as it may be, I may not be able to escape. But I can still win,"
It happened so fast no one saw it coming. One second they were all standing there then the next it was like a flashback to the night not too long ago, except this time instead of Voldemort, Hermione stood and battled the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. One second they were standing there and the next spells flew and they were in full swing. The Death Eaters, under Hermione's orders, stood back, not daring to fight. Harry yelled for no one to intrude either.
Spells flew everywhere. The ones that were blocked shot off towards the on lookers. Some were hit, others dodged and some were killed.
Percy Weasley, eager to help, was one of the latter. He had stepped forwards to shield a young first year and instead was hit by a beam of green light.
Three Death Eaters were also hit by rebounding curses and killed. This didn't bother Hermione; she didn't care how many she lost, as long as she was successful in killing Potter. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her cousin and uncle itching to help but what surprised her was the look on Derek's face. It was contorted with rage and he was glaring at Harry with hatred, as if he couldn't bear to watch Hermione go through such a battle and risk losing her. She could tell the only reason Derek hadn't attacked yet was because she, Hermione, needed to be the one to kill Potter... alone.
But Hermione was starting to grow tired. Out of all the magic she had performed today, this duel between Harry was the most draining. She had to do something… and fast.
"Derek!" She shouted over the crashing of spells into walls, "Do it! Do it now!" She yelled. She saw Derek start at being addressed when he least expected it but he raised his wand and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!" at Harry. Hermione lowered her wand when he shouted it, ducked at the final spell Harry shot and then grinned satisfactory when she heard his body drop. Dead.
A silence like none that has ever been heard before, appeared. Not even the Death Eaters said or did anything. Hermione slowly rose to her feet and looked upon the scene in front of her. Potter was indeed dead and students and teachers stood open mouthed at the shocking scene. What was more, Hermione didn't feel relieved or happy he was dead. There was something lingering there, unknown to Hermione what it was.
That's when someone started to cry, and cry loudly. Hermione looked over to the doors where Mrs. Weasley wept. She had fallen to her knees, head hanging low and hands over eyes, crying. This was Hermione's chance to fulfill the rest of her revenge, all she had to do was raise her wand and kill her. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to kill the woman, and she hated herself for it.
Now more crying was heard. Students, teachers, even the ghosts, were crying over the loss of Harry Potter. That's when the Death Eaters started to cheer and celebrate their win. Hermione stood there, looking around, not knowing what to think anymore.
As if from a distance she heard the Aurors bind the Death Eaters and she saw Kingsley, personally, bind her. He walked up to her with sad eyes over the death of a friend and shook his head at her.
"I hoped that sometime along the line, before we came to this, that you'd see who you really are Hermione. You aren't the cold blooded murder you've been for the past few months. I was wrong," That's when it hit Hermione, what she had done. She'd killed Harry. HARRY! The boy who befriended her when no one else would, the one who helped her out when she needed it. The one she had been friends with forever. She had also killed Ginny, the best girlfriend she had ever had. The one she could tell anything to. Luna, the odd girl who she grew attached to over the year of the war. Percy, the one who talked to her about lessons in her first year. She had Mr. Weasley killed, a man who provided housing for her, almost like a second father to her. She had killed the people that mad meant the most to her. That's when her father's charm over her broke and she could think clearly again.
A/N: Alright so she did it, she killed him! I know some stuff happened in this chapter so if there's anything here confusing to you or anything leave me a comment and I'll see if it has been explained in the next chapter or if I'm going to have to add it in. The next chapter is gonna be LONG. I'm still writing it, it's basically the trial so we hear from a bunch of people and find out what has happened during the whole time… so if there's anyone specific I wanna hear from let me know! So anyways, please leave me a review, let me now what you thought, and I'll try my best to get the next chap out quickly… but I am still writing it. (I was wondering if you guys think Hermione's testimony should be a separate chapter... like the ending or something.. or should I just include it in the next one)