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Right so, just to warn you, there is no Supernatural in this one as I want to get the war, and then it will almost all be Supernatural stuff so yeah.
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Hermione's first few days of the holidays were spent with her parents, just spending time with them and appreciating them. But soon that ended and as her parents were watching a grim recount of some terrible news on BBC 1, she snuck up behind them and whispered, "Obliviate."
She watched silently as photos faded and memories of 11 years were lost. The Grangers had never adopted a child. There were no such thing as the Grangers, they became Wendell and Monica Wilkins, whose lifelong ambition was to move and start a dentistry in Australia.
With her beaded bag in hand, Hermione left the house with a heavy heart but a clear conscience. She walked to the end of the street and ducked into an alley then screwed her eyes tight and dissapparated to the town of Ottery St Catchpole. The next two weeks were spent at the Burrow, preparing for war, and thinking of plans in how to move Harry.
When the time came, four days before the 31st of July, she apparated to 4 Pivet Drive. There, the first person she saw was Harry, the second person she saw was Fred. She ran to Harry and gave her usual greeting of a fierce hug, then walked to the side as if trying to attract as little attention to herself as possible, which was odd, as Hermione was always the biggest character in a room, always ready to stand out. She had been lucky in those two weeks seeing as she had not seen Fred at all considering he still lived above the flat with George.
As Mad-Eye explained the plan to Harry, everyone else had already been debriefed, Hermione sat upon the gleaming work surfaces and tried to sneak glances at Fred when he wasn't looking. His hair was slightly longer and his eyes were the same shade of blue but he hadn't changed after almost a full month with no contact. It had been torture for her, but she knew it would be better for the both of them if they weren't romantically involved, the same reason why Harry broke up with Ginny.
George was grinning as well as Fred but you could tell it was fake, the main emotion behind their eyes was worry, not the usual glee.
She wondered if he was doing as badly with their separation as she was.
Her thoughts lay deep in her problems till and exclamation from Harry brought her back to reality. He was protesting against the plan and trying once again to be the martyr. While Harry was whining, Hermione marched up to him, yanked out some of his hairs and passed them to Mad-Eye.
"Good," said Moody, limping forward as he pulled the stopper out of the flask of potion, "Straight in here, if you please."
Hermione dropped the hair itno the mud-like liquid and they all watched as the moment the hair came into contact with the surface, the potion changed to a brilliant shade of gold. Hermione turned to walk back to where she was standing earlier, but as she did she bumped straight into someone's chest. And of course it had to be Fred's. She stammered out an apology, but he just smiled tiredly, grabbed her by the shoulders and moved her out of the way.
Soon they all lined up, had a dose of Polyjuice and were dressed and identical to Harry.
Hermione peered down at her chest that was now identical to Harry's. "I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo!"
"I know for a fact, that you weren't lying about getting a tattoo, Hermione," Harry said quietly. Most of the adults panicked and went into parent mode saying how she was too young to get a tattoo.
Ron asked what it was, but Fred answered, "It's a Phoenix, on her shoulder blade." Fred had been so uncharacteristically quiet this whole time that most of the people had forgotten he was there.
"Right, enough time about my skin, I thought we had to get going?"
"OK, pairings are as follows: Mundungus will be travelling with me, by broom," Mundungus was about to prostest but saw the look in everyone's eyes and kept quiet.
"Remus and George-"
"I'm Fred," said the Harry that Moody was pointing at. "Can't you tell us apart when we're Harry?"
"Moody, that is George," Hermione said.
"I'm only yanking your wand. I'm George really-"
"Enough messing around!" Snarled Moody. "The other one- George or Fred or whoever you are- you're with Remus. Miss Delacour-"
"I'm taking Fleur on a thestral," said Bill, "She's not that fond of brooms."
Fleur walked over to stand beside him, giving him a soppy, slavish look that made Hermione laugh as she saw Harry's own face screw up, probably praying that he never looked like that again.
"Miss Granger with Kingsley, again by thestral-"
"Uh, Moody, I think I would be better on a broom."
"Why's that?"
Hermione panicked, she didn't exactly want to tell him it's because she didn't trust any magical creature and she would be thinking ways to kill it as she was riding. The Weasleys and Harry saw her panicked look and George just decided to say that it would be better as she is very good at flying.
Moody nodded.
"Which leaves you and me, Ron!" said Tonks brightly, knocking over a mug tree as she waved to him.
"An' you're with me, Harry. That all right?" said Hagrid, looking a little anxious. "We'll be on the bike, brooms an' thestrals can't take me weight, see. Not a lot o' room on the seat with me on it though, so you'll be in the sidecar."
Moody continued to explain the plan.
When they all got ready, Hermione was sitting on the broomstick, Kingsley behind her and they set off.
And as soon as they did, the Deatheaters attacked. Hermione kept steering the broom while Kingsley shot at them, sending them down at every chance. It went on like this for a while, Deatheaters cropping up out of the blue as if they'd known they would be here. But after around ten minutes, good ole no-nose himself turned up infront of them. "Kingsley! You steer, I'll shoot!" Hermione yelled over the sound of the wind.
It went on for a while, Hermione casting spells like stupefy, bombarda and the less harmful spells, but her patience wore thin and Hermione cast an Unforgivable.
"Crucio!"
Voldemort just dodged the spell and kept fighting, though it was obvious, he knew she wasn't Harry. He just wanted to kill her now. Then a ahout from a Deatheater exclaiming that they had found the real Harry and Voldemort flew off.
After a few minutes they had arrived at Grimmauld Place and landed right on the doorstep. From there they hurried inside and grabbed a caot hanger that was starting to turn blue.
She landed perfectly, on her feet like she always did while travelling by they got to the Burrow, Hermione ran towards Harry and threw her arms round his neck and pulled him into an affectionate embrace. That was until she heard someone moan like they were in pain.
She ran inside knowing full well who it was. "George!"
There, on the sofa, lying down was George, covered from the roots of his hair to his collarbone in blood. His ear was missing, it had been sliced off, most likely by a sectumsempra spell. Hermione crouched down at his side when Molly burst in, panicking because spells don't work on magical cursees, unless you know the exact right one. Molly didn't.
"Okay, you need some sort of alcohol, something strong is better, some bandages, a needle and thred. The wound is deep, we're going to have to stitch it." Hermione listed.
"Stitches?! What kind of barbarians thought of that?!"
"Muggles, and it works, so if you want George to heal, do what I say. "
Molly ran off and came back with a bottle of firewhiskey in hand. Hermione sat about cleaning the wound up and rubbing it down with alcohol, after taking a swig of it, to steel the nerves she said.
George cried out whenever the substance touched him, but Hermione kept going, only whispering encouragement and re-assuring him.
She numbed the side of his head using the whiskey, and started with the stitching. Once it was done, she wrapped his head in a bandage, and told him to rest.
Just as she layed his head down, Fred burst into the room. He saw her there, kneeling by George who was asleep now and he panicked. He only quietened when Hermione told him off as George needed to sleep. She told him what had happened and Fred was crying. Once he heard that she had saved him, by stitching him up, Fred grabbed Hermione by the back of her neck and kissed her. Hermione pulled away before she lost her resolve and told him that it wouldn't work out.
Fred didn't ask why, he just let Hermione walk away.
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A week passed and it was soon time for the wedding.
The ceremony passed without a hitch, and soon it was time for the much awaited reception.
Fleur looked stunning in her wedding dress, her white blonde hair flowing out behind her as she waltzed with her new husband. Hermione sighed and was lost to the world in her own thoughts until a tall man appeared at her side.
Fred leant down to Hermione who was quite comfortable in her chair.
"Would you like to dance, 'Mione?"
"Of course," gathering her courage, she took his outstretched hand and made for the dance-floor. Fred had one hand on her upper back, while the other hand held hers. Hermione, however, had her other hand on the back of his arm, near to his shoulder. The music came on to be a simple waltz, one of the few they both knew how to dance to.
As they moved around the floor, both feet in time, Hermione's dress flared up around her knees as Fred spun her round. She came back into the spin significantly closer to his chest then when she started. Fred smile down at her while he whispered to her "You really do look beautiful tonight."
"Fred, we shouldn't do this. We can't be together, you know why."
"No, I don't know why, would you like to tell me?"
"I-"
At that moment, something big and silver fell from the canopy over the danceflooe. Graceful and gleaming, the lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers. Heads turned, as those nearest to it froze absurdly in mid dance. Then the Patronus's mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shackelbolt.
"The Minitry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
"The Minitry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
"The Minitry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
Hermione broke away from Fred's embrace and ran to the table she was sitting at earlier. She picked up her beaded bag and her wand, then called to Harry and Ron.
"Hermione! Hermione!"
She reached the boys who were looking for her, in the midst of people panicking and dissapparating, and clung to them.
"Hermione!" Fred was still calling to her, and he wasn't leaving.
"Fred, go! I love you!"
Just as she said that, she closed her eyes and apparated away.
The journey started.
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They had spent a month and a half at Grimmauld place trying to decide what to do. They infiltrated the Ministry and managed to escape with the Horcrux as they tried to get away, Hermione apparated in a hurry, with a deatheater clinging onto her coat. She managed to shaKe him off, though on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place meaning that they could no longer use the house.
As she apparated the boys away as fast as she could, something went wrong. She got splinched. A chunk of flesh was missing from her arm as they landed and the boys panicked. She had almost passed out before she barked at them to get the dittany out of her bag. Her arm healed within a few hours, but it was stiff and almost useless, it also left a scar that wrapped itself around the limb and did not look like it would fade away anytime soon.
They set up the tent and tried their very best to make do with what they had which was very little. It did not help with having the Horcrux around their necks. Hermione could barely tolerate it for an hour, it seemed to affect her the most, not just making her angry and grouchy but also making her feel sick, ill, even when she just looked at it. That meant only Harry and Ron could wear the thing, and Ron seemed to fair only a small bit better than Hermione did.
It got to a point with all of Ron's pent up anger exploded out of him, and he left. Hermione wasn't even that upset with him leaving, only with him.
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The months wore on and soon it was Christmas.
Harry decided that he wanted to go to Godric's Hollow, the place he was born, to visit his parents and see if Dumbledore had left them anything there.
Hermione didn't think it was a good idea, but she understood the need to visit, and so she went with him. As they walked to the graveyard, Hermione suddenly remembered her mother's own grave stone and felt sorry for Harry, at least her father was still alive, even if he was an arse.
She saw an old, almost ancient grave with the same odd marking on the top as in the book Dumbledore had left her.
"Harry! Harry, look at this!"
She brushed away some of the grime that covered the tomb and saw a name carved into the top.
"Ignotus Peverell."
"I'm going to keep looking for my parents. Alright?"
"Yeah, fine."
Every now and again, she came upon a name she recognized like Abbott, which she knew from Hogwarts. Sometimes there were several generations of Wizarding families in one graveyard, as most families would have liked to live in the same areas to be assured there was someone else magical who they could talk to and compare spells with.
She kept looking until Harry called out, saying that he had found the tomb of his parents.
It was made of white marble, like Dumbledore's, which made it easy to read in the dark, it was practically shining out at them.
James Potter Lily Potter
Born 27 March 1960 Born 30 January 1960
Died 31 October 1980 Died 31 October 1980
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death.
Hermione understood the meaning perfectly, it meant that after death, there are no more troubles to deal with, no more obstacles, and your life after death would be peaceful.
She didn't believe that. Not growing up knowing that there are demons and monsters but she knew for a fact that there was no God, no helping hand. There were demons and monsters but no angels and miracles, it was seriously hard to believe there could be.
Harry though didn't understand and took it to mean that death is an enemy that had to be overcome so you could live forever, which was eerily similar to deatheater beliefs.
Harry put down some flowers by their grave, and stayed there kneeling by the memory of his parents, just not moving. Hermione gripped his hand tightly and squeezed it as if to assure him that he wasn't alone and that he had her. He stood up to leave, put his arm around Hermione's shoulders as she put hers around his waist and they walked out of the grave yard and through the Kissing gate in relative silence, comforted by each other.
"Harry. Stop."
"What is it?"
"There's someone watching us."
"Are you sure?"
"No, I said that just to mess you up, of course I'm sure you dolt! We've just been laying flowers on your parents grave, in the middle of the night, we look a little odd, don't you think?"
"If it was a Deatheater, we'd be dead by now, lets just put the cloak on and go."
They kept trudging through the snow, and then Harry spotted a cottage on the end that had a gaping hole in the roof of the upstairs. The Fidelius Charm must have died along with Lily and James, meaning Hermione and Harry could see the house in all its glory. Most of the cottage was still standing, though ivy and snow now covered most of the place, but the right side of the upstairs had been blown apart; that Hermione was was sure, was where the curse had backfired. She and Harry stood at the gate, gazing at the wreck of what must once have been a cottage just like those that flanked it.
"I wonder why nobody's ever rebuilt it?" whispered Harry.
"Maybe you can't rebuild it?" Hermione replied, "Maybe I's like the injuries from Dark Magic and you cant repair the damage?"
He slipped a hand from beneath the cloak and grasped the snowy and thickly rusted gate, not wishing to open it, but simply hold some part of the house.
"This is kinda what happened to mine," Hermione told him. Harry looked at her worriedly, she never shared much of her life, just the big things. "My brother's nursery was blown to pieces, it was in the top right corner and everything. I can remember it. Dad grabbed Sammy and gave him to me while he told Dean to get us out of the house fast. I saw inside just before I had to run, mum was pinned to the ceiling, and as soon as we all were outside, the room blew and the window shattered. I think they've rebuilt it though. Demon stuff isn't the same as Dark Magic."
When he had finished talking, a sign appeared, apparently from Harry's grip on the gate. It said:
On this spot, on the night of 31 October 1981,
Lily and James Potter lost their lives.
Their son, Harry, remain the only wizard
Ever to have survived the Killing Curse.
This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left
In its ruined state as a monument to the Potters
And as a reminder of the violence
That tore apart their family.
All around these neatly lettered words, scribbles had been added by other witches and wizards who had some to see the place where the Boy Who Lived had escaped. Some had merely signed their names in Everlasting Ink; others had carved their initials into the wood, still others had left messages. The most recent of these, shining brightly over sixteen years' worth of magical graffiti, all said similar things.
Good luck, Harry, wherever you are.
If you read this, Harry, we're all behind you!
Long live Harry Potter.
Harry beamed. "It's brilliant. I'm glad they did that. I…"
He broke off. A heavy muffled figure was hobbling up the lane towards them, silhouetted by the bright lights in the distant square. The figure was a woman, moving slowly, giving the impression of extreme age. She reached a hand out and beckoned them. She knew who they were.
Thinking that this was horribly suspicious, Hermione followed Harry who seemed to think that this woman was the messenger from Dumbledore. She and Harry went upstairs to discuss something or other, while she waited downstairs, looking around for anything supernatural like, bones, blood, reports of mysterious deaths and the like. She found nothing.
As she searched, she heard a loud thump that was quite obviously something heavy falling over. "Harry?"
There was no answer.
She walked up the stairs, dread building in her chest. As she got to the top floor, she saw Harry laying on the floor with a giant snake on top of him, struggling with it. So not the time for innuendos Hermione thought to herself, sending a curse at the snake which missed and hit the window. The snake made a move for her, which she dodged with a mind screaming, fuck fuck fuck fuck.
She stayed down, glass in her hair and on her face, she had to keep still to avoid cutting herself.
The snake flew into the air as Harry called out "He's coming! Hermione, he's coming!"
The snake fell, hissing wildly. Everything was chaos; it smashed shelves from the wall, and splintered china flew everywhere as Harry jumped over the bed towards her. He pulled her back across the bed, making her yell quietly and the glass cut into her skin. He dragged her away from the snake and as it struck, she aimed her wand at the stupid reptile and yelled "Confringo!". The spell flew around the room, exploding the wardrobe and making it land on top of the snake.
Harry, just help the situation, passed out. Hermione grabbed him and apparated to the tent and used a Hover charm to get him onto his bunk as she couldn't lift him.
He was asleep but yelling random curses and crying out. He was ill, feverish and only managed to calm when she cut the Horcrux off his body, it was determined to stay firmly on his chest.
He woke up a couple of hours later, towards morning and they talked for a bit, deciding on what to do with the Horcrux that was now safely put in her bag.
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The weeks wore on and it was a new year soon enough. They had looked through the Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore and were sufficiantly baffled by the confusing about of truth that could be present between its pages.
It was just after Christmas that Hermione got incredibly depressed. Just last year, she was at the Weasley's, with good food and a happy atmosphere, Christmas presents and all of her friends and most of her family. She had a boyfriend who had given her the best gift ever, and a promise to each other that they had no more. She had the hope that someday, her family would welcome her back, no matter how ridiculous and unlikely the hope was. She had nothing but Harry now.
When she was moping about on her bed, Harry had out the radio on and pulled her into a dance in the middle of the tent. They danced, just messing around, pulling faces and stepping on toes, one of the only times she had properly laughed in a very long time until a certain song came on the radio.
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
She let go of Harry, and walked over to her bed and sat down, her hand clamped over mouth, tears shining brightly in her eyes. As the song continued on, tears came out of her eyed and flowed down her cheeks. Harry came and sat next to her, then asked her what was wrong.
"M-Mom used to sing this as an l-lullaby to me and D-Dean, when we couldn't sleep." He just put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side.
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah yeah
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you'll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude
The song filled the tent as Hermione cried into Harry's shirt.
Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude
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It slowly improved over another month. It was still amazingly cold outside, snow covered the floor of the forest. Hermione fell asleep one night, comforted by Harry's presence and reassured that they were safe. When she woke up she heard more than one voice outside the tent and ran outside to see who it was.
"What's wrong? Harry? Are you alright?"
"It's okay, everything's fine. More than fine, I'm great. There's someone here."
"What do you mean?" Who-"
She saw Ron, who stood there holding the sword and dripping onto the threadbare carpet. Harry backed into a shadowy corner, slipped off Ron's rucksack, and attempted to blend in with the canvas.
Hermione walked to Ron, a blank face masking her rage, stopping right in front of him. He smiled, just a bit and raised his arms.
Letting herself get angry, she launched herself forwards and started punching every inch of Ron she could reach.
"You – Fucking - complete – arse - Ronald – Weasley!"
"OW – gerroff- ouch!"
"You - crawl - back – after – weeks – and - weeks- oh, where's my fucking wand?!"
Harry reached up and cast a shield charm between Ron, knocking them back to the floor. Spitting hair out of her mouth, Hermione stood up again.
"Hermione!" said Harry. "Calm-"
"No, I will not fucking calm down!" She screamed.
Not knowing what else to do, Harry ran up to Hermione, restricted her with a forceful hug and started humming Hey Jude into her hair.
"No! No- no –no!"
She eventually calmed after a few verses, then looked back at Ron "I'm sorry. " She then turned to Harry. "I understood why you did that, but never do that again, you don't use my parents to manipulate me again, clear?"
He gulped. "As crystal."
Ron was looking on, confused as to how Harry had gotten her to calm down so quickly, but relieved and thankful that he had.
"I'm sorry-"
"You come back after weeks and ya think that it's all going to be sunshine and daisies with a crappy apology that don't meant shit?" Ron gulped once again, Hermione always started slipping to an odd mix of American and English whenever she was pissed and right now she sounded like she had just moved from across the pond.
"I-I don't know what else to say."
Even Harry winced then, knowing it was a stupid comment to make.
"Oh wellI dunno," Hermione stated with an impressive amount of sarcasm, one hand on her hip, giving Ron a look that just screamed "You're an idiot."
"Rack your brains, Ron, it should only take a couple of seconds-
"Hermione," Harry interjected. "He just saved my life."
This seemed to mollify her a small bit as she took all of her family's lives very seriously.
"Harry's all over the prophet, all over the radio, they're looking for you everywhere, all these rumours and mental stories, I knew I'd hear straight off if you were dead, you don't know what it's been like-"
"What it's been like for you?" Harry asked quietly, getting into this fight for the first time.
"I wanted to come back the minute I'd Disapparated, but I walked straight into a gang of Snatchers, Harry, and I couldn't go anywhere!"
"A gang of what?" asked Hermione, her anger dissipated somewhat.
"Snatchers," said Ron. "They're everywhere- gangs trying to earn gold by rounding up Muggleborns and blood traitors, there's a reward from the Ministry for everyone captured." He continues to explain his predicament. Hermione wasn't all that impressed. Harry was less so.
"Gosh, what a gripping story," Harry said in a gentle tone that he used when he wanted to wound someone, "You must have been simply terrified. Meanwhile, Hermione and I went to visit my parents and, let's think, what happened there? Oh yeah, You-Know-Who's snake turned up, it nearly killed both of us and then You-Know-Who himself arrived and missed us by about a second."
"What?!"
"Then I passed out, Hermione had to take care of me, I broke my wand, I broke down, Hermione had to take care of me, Hermione broke down-"
"Harry, that's enough now."
Hermione interrupted, not wanting Ron to know about the whole Hey Jude thing.
"One thing I wanna know," Hermione leant forwards, but still had her head rested on Harry's shoulder.
"How exactly did you find us tonight? That's important. We meed to know how we're covering our tracks."
Ron pullled out the Deluminator from his pocket.
"It doesn't just turn the lights on and off," said Ron. "I don't know how it works or why it happened then and not any other time, because I've been wanting to come back ever since I left. But I was at home, I visited to see how they were doing. Fred was there, and he asked about the Deluminator so I let him hold it, turn it on and off. When he did, your voice came out of it Hermione. You said Fred's name and I heard Harry after a while say something about Ginny, then me. So I took it off Fred, he was really surprised by the way, but I could tell he loved hearing your voice again, and a light appeared, bluish and pusling like the light around a Portkey. I folowed it here and found Harry, the great dunce almost drowning himself in a pool of ice."
With his explanation, Harry then explained what happened afterwards with the Horcrux.
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The next morning, they talked some more and found out about the Taboo on his name, which was clever, as only the Order dared to speak it. That night, Hermione decided to see Xenophilius Lovegood, Luna's father. They arrived at the top of the hill, over looking the town of Ottery St Catchpole and they couldn't help but look over their shoulders to the Burrow, they all had someone there waiting for them.
Luna wasn't home, which Hermione found suspicious, because Luna adored her father and tried to stay with him as much as she could during the holidays. It did not go as planned and resulted in them getting captured by Snatchers when they escaped the giant Rook house. As they ran away, Hermione luckily managed to shoot a stinging hex at Harry before they were captured, distorting his face to beyond the point of recognition. When they arrived at the Manor, the Deatheaters were contemplating what to do with them, and they were realatively safe, until the idiot Snatcher mentioned the sword and Bellabitch got all protective. She gave the boys a look when they were dragged down to the dungeons, they understood but were not willing to comply. Don't try to save me. Get yourselves out of here.
Bellatrix dragged her to the centre of the grand hall and began to question her. At first they were actual questions, and Hermione was able to fight back a little, by spitting in her face and calling her a whore. Bellatrix did not like that. While Hermione lay pinned to the floor, both by exhaustion and a curse, Bellatrix shot her signature Crucio towards her.
The pain was immense and lasted for almost a full minute. It felt as if her bones were all snapping at the same time and one at a time. Her veins felt as if liquid fire ran through them and her head throbbed as the sensation of needles pressed into her skull. It was all an illusion, the pain created by her mind, her bones weren't really broken and her blood was like normal, but that didn't stop the torture from the inside. This carried on for a long time, until Hermione had practically passed out from the pain. She wasn't religious but for once in her life she prayed for someone to help her, for a miracle to happen.
And it seemed one did.
As another bout of pain stopped, before another began, Hermione saw a man appear, only for a second. He was wearing a beige trench coat and had dark hair. That was all she saw before pain gripped her and a voice in the back of her mind whispered: "You'll make it through this Hermione, I promise." The voice was deep and gravelly and had an American accent.
Then the pain flared in her arm and she felt a knife digging in, carving something into her skin. She could feel the blood drip down her arm and pool on the floor, her head going fuzzy from a mix of pain and blood loss. She cried out, trying to get the psychopath to stop, or for the man to help her but he did nothing.
After he disappeared, Ron and Harry appeared, along with Dean Thomas and Luna Lovegood. A fight went on, but Hermione was too tired to care. She felt someone grip her arm and pull her somewhere, and then the feeling of apparition, of being squeezed through a tube, and then landing on sand.
She then passed out from the many effects of the torture she was under, her bones aching mind pulsing and throat horse from screaming.
She woke up a few days later, and the pain had pretty much subsided, only a terrible feeling in her arm stayed. She opened her eyes and saw that she was laying down in a comfy bed, a blanket over her legs and a bandage round her arm. The room was small but cosy and outside the window she could see a sandy beach and she could smell the sea spray. If it wasn't for the constant throbbing in her arm she would have really enjoyed this.
Hermione got up and untangled the blanket from around her legs and then sat on the bed. Staring at her arm, she unwrapped the bandage and saw the ugly red scar that took up most of the front of her lower arm. The letters were cruelly carved and looked like they were written by a toddler, all badly formed but still legible.
Mudblood.
Hermione didn't really feel anything, no self-pity, no sadness, no wishing it could be undone, she only felt anger at Bellatrix and she didn't want to remove it, for the sole purpose as it would remind her, everyday that even under torture, she would not give Harry away and that meant something to her. To top it all off, the scar was right opposite the scar she received from Umbridge two years ago with the words "Worthless," and the like carved into her hand and up her wrist.
She wondered downstairs and found everyone in the Living room not really doing anything.
They talked and healed and planned, they rested there for as long as they dared to before they could come up with a plan and were able to execute it. One night however, Lupin burst into the house to give the news and gave the best news anyone had heard in a long long time. He stayed to talk about Teddy and how Tonks was doing, fine, and then he turned to Harry and asked him to be the Godfather, which of course Harry said yes to.
Surprisingly, Remus then turned to Hermione and asked her to be the Godmother. Hermione at first was confused, why would anyone want her around kids? She liked kids yeah, but they didn't always love her back for some odd reason. That and her swearing when pissed off would not be a very good combination. Then she accepted.
She had a godson, Teddy Remus Lupin, she hadn't even seen him yet but she kinda already loved him, half-werewolf or not.
The next day, the Golden Trio left Shell Cottage to go to Gringotts. They are insane, Hermione said mentally for the thousandth time. Gringotts, they want to break into Gringotts! They managed to escape with the cup in the most awesome way possible.
On the back of a dragon.
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They escaped and landed in the middle of nowhere. They then apparated to Hogsmead, and let off some sort of alarm. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she could make out the familiar shop fronts, even if it was very dark. They had just landed by the Three Broomsticks and from here, could see lights flickering in the grand castle that was Hogwarts.
The door burst open and out came Deatheaters spilling onto the streets trying to Summon the Cloak away from them, but Hermione could see Harry gripping the Cloak tightly even though he didn't need to. Amazingly, the Cloak stayed in place and didn't fly away.
"Not under your wrapper, then, Potter?" yelled the Deatheater who had tried the charm and then to his fellows. "Spread now. He's here."
Six of the Deatheaters ran towards them: Harry, Ron and Hermione backed as quickly as possible down the nearest side-street, and the Deatheaters missed them by inches. They waited in the darkness.
As the Deatheaters discussed Dementors and how they would unleash them, they felt dread growing in the pit of their stomach. Waiting in the dark, they felt an ominous presence behind them. They turned under the Cloak to see a Dementor there, a few metres away. Harry whispered the spell and cast his Patronus. The silver stag burst from in his wand and saved them, but also alerted the Deatheaters that they were there for sure.
Just as they turned around, a door opened from behind the trio's backs. "Potter, in here, quick!"
They obeyed without hesitation, the three of them hurried through the open doorway.
"Upstairs, keep the Cloak on, keep quiet!" muttered a tall figure.
Hermione knew where they were but was reassured when she saw the interior of the Hog's Head Inn. They ran behind a counter and through a second doorway, which led to a trickery wooden staircase, that they climbed as fast as they could. The stairs opened into a sitting room with a worn carpet and a small fireplace, underneath a large painting of a blond girl.
The man climbed up the stairs after a while, he had been shouting at the Deatheaters, something about his Patronus being a goat and wanting to put his cat out.
"You bloody fools," he said gruffly, looking from one to the other of them. "What were you thinking, coming here?"
Harry gazed around the room and noticed a mirror, a very familiar mirror.
"It's your eye I've been seeing in the mirror."
There was a silence in the room, Harry and the barman looked at each other.
"You sent Dobby."
"Thought he'd be with you. Where've you left him?"
"He's dead." Hermione said. "Bellatrix Lestrange killed him."
"I'm sorry to hear it, I liked that elf."
The man turned his back on them, lighting lamps in the room.
"You're Aberforth."
The man neither confirmed or denied it, but kept lighting the fires.
"How did you get this mirror?" Harry asked, walking across to Sirius's mirror, the twin of the one he had broken nearly two years ago.
"Bought it from Dung 'bout a year ago," said Aberforth. "Albus told me what it was. Been trying to keep an eye out for you."
Ron then questioned him about the doe Patronus which was responded with a typical answer. It was quite obviously not Aberforth's Patronus, which was a goat.
They then had some food before Harry explained the plan.
"We need to get into Hogwarts."
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They heard the tale of Ariana Dumbledore and soon a lot made more sense, but not everything. Hardly ever did everything make sense.
The portrait of Ariana went away at the younger Dumbledore's command. A tiny white fot reppeared at the end of the painted tunnel, and now Ariana was walking back to them, gowing bigger and bigger as she came. But there was somebody else with her noe, someone taller than she was, who was limping along, looking excited. His hair was longer than Hermione had ever seen. He appeared torn. Larger and larger the two figures grew until only their head and shoulders filled the portrait. Then the whole thing swung open on the wall like a little door and the entrance to the real tunnel was revealed. And out of it, his hair overgrown, his face cut, his robes ripped, clambered the real Neville Longbottom, who gave a roar of delight, leapt down from the mantlepiece and yelled. "I knew you'd come! I knew it!"
He ran to Hermione and hugged her first, he had been her friend longest, knowing her from the train to Hogwarts in the very beginning. The longer they looked at him, the worse he looked. His face was covered in bruises and one of his eyes was swollen.
"Neville, what's happened to you?"
"What? This?" Neville dismissed his injuries with a shake of the head. "This is nothing, Seamus is worse."
Hermione, even though she was offered assistance, jumped up nimbly and landed like a vaulting gymnast on her feet on the mantle.
Ron and Harry followed. "How long's this been here?"
"Never mind that stuff… is it true? Did you guys break into Gringotts? Did you escape on a dragon? It's everywhere, everyone's talking about it, Terry Boot got beaten up by the Carrows for yelling about it in the Great Hall at dinner!"
"Yeah it's true."
"Tell us about Hogwarts, Neville, we haven't heard anything."
"It's been… well, its not really like Hogwarts anymore," Neville said, the smile fading from his face as he spoke. "D'you know the Carrows?"
"Those two Deatheaters that teach here?"
"They do more than teach, they're in charge of all punishment, they like that, the Carrows."
He told them all about the new Hogwarts and the punishments being inflicted on the students.
They turned a corner and there ahead of them was the end of the passage. Another short flight of steps lef to a door just like one hidden behind Ariana's portrait. Nevile pushed it open and climbrd through. AS Hermione followed, she heard Neville announce, "Look who it is! Didn't I tell you?"
As they emerged into the the room there were yells of: "Hermione!" "Ron!" "Potter, it's POTTER!"
They all crowded round, giving hugs and Congratulations as if they had just one the Quiddditch World Cup.
They received and explanation about the room and how it worked for them , making it virtually Carrow proof. There were many people there, like Seamus, Lavender, the Patils, Cho Chang, Ernie Macmillan, Anthony Goldstein, Terry Boot and Michael Corner, to name a few.
They began to describe their plan but didn't manage to get very far, people kept interrupting and then the portrait door opened. It was Luna and Dean. Then Ginny came throught the door, focused on Harry then Hermione's heart stopped.
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Fred walked through the door and Hermione's vision tunnelled. Fred was scanning the room for her and as soon as his eyes landed on hers he ran forwards, towards her while she was forzen in place. Fred stopped right in front of her, he took Hermione's face in his hands and kissed her for all he was worth. She missed him so much in the past, nearly 8 months that she hadn't even heard from him, and she spent nearly all of her time at nights worring about his safety.
The kiss had been going on for a bit, and they still did not want to pull apart, but eventually they had to, due to lack of breath. Fred's forhead rested on Hermione's and he just hugged her tightly.
She spoke first. "I've missed you, so fucking much."
"I've missed you too, you don't understand how much I worried about you, I only had rumours, stuff that only made me worry more, like riding out of Gringotts on a dragon."
"Yeah, oops."
He just smiled and held her to his side, they then turned around to see everyone staring at them.
Herione scanned the room once again and noticed George, Lee and Ginny standing there, looking amused and smug. She ran up to hug them, her brothers and sister in everything but blood. When she walked back over to Harry, she noticed Lee passing out money to Ginny and George.
"Were you betting on me and Fred getting back together?"
"Of course not, we knew you'd be getting back together, you'd be stupid to think anything else, we were betting on how long your reunion kiss would be."
"So what's the plan, Harry?" George asked.
"There isn't one," said Harry.
"So we're just going to make it up as we go along, are we? My favourite kind," said Fred from behind Hermione.
"You've got to stop this!" Harry told Neville. "What did you call them all for? This is insane- "
"We're fighting arent we?" Said Dean, taking out his fake Galleon. "The message said Hermione and Harry were back and we were going to fight! I'll have to get a wand though-"
"You haven't got a wand-?"
Ron turned to Harry.
"Why can't they help?"
"What?"
"They can help, we don't know where it is and we've got to find it fast. We don't have to tell them it's a Horcrux."
They decided on Ron's idea, that they could help but not fight. They explained this to the others, and then asked them questions and got helpful information in return.
Ravenclaw's lost Diadem.
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Hermione stayed with Fred the whole time, not daring to let go of his hand. Even when Mr and Mrs Weasley came, as well as most of the Order, she still did not let go, and neither did he.
They were sending students home throught the portrait now, but Ginny refused to leave. George took her hand and dragged her with them, it was better that then her running around by herself.
Harry came running back into the room.
"Harry, what's happening?" said Lupin, running to the foot of the stairs.
"Voldemort's on his way, they're barricading the school – Snape's run for it- What are you doing here? How did you know?"
"We sen messaged to the rest of Dumbledore's army," Fred explained. "You couldn't expect everyone to miss the fun, Harry, and the D.A. let the Order of the Phoenix know and it all kind of snowballed."
"What's first, Harry?" called George. "What's going on?"
"They're evacuating the younger kids and everyone's meeting in the Great Hall to get organized. We're fighting."
The Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army and anyone they can gather went with their wands drawn to the main castle.
Mrs Weasley was struggling with Ginny. Around them stood Lupin, Fred, Hermione, George, Bill and Fleur as well as Harry.
"You're underage! I won't permit it! The booys, yes, but you, you've got to get home!"
"I won't!"
Ginny's hair flew as she pulled her arm out of her mother's grip.
"I'm in Dumbledore's Army-"
"A teenagers' gang!"
"A teenagers' gang that's about to take him on, which no one had dared to do!" Said Fred.
"She's sixteen!" shouted Mrs Weasley. "She's not old enough, what were you lot think, bringing her with you-"
Fred and George looked slightly ashamed of themselves.
"Mum's right, Ginny," Bill said gently. "You can't fo this. Everyone underage will have to leave, it's only right."
"I can't go home!" Ginny shouted, angry tears sparkling in her eyes. "My whole family's here, I can't stand waiting there alone and not knowing and-"
Hermione found this eerily familiar, only her family didn't want to protect her.
"I think she should stay."
"Why do you get a say in this? You're not part of this family!"
Hermione flinched at this exclamation, Fred then jumped to defend Hermione.
"She's just as much of a Weasley as I am! How dare you say that to her, mum!"
Everyone there knew that what Mrs Weasley had said struck deep in Hermione and that it was the wrong this to say. Those who knew could tell that she would take this to mean another family who didn't want her.
There was a scufling and a great thump: someone else had climbed out of the tunne, overbalanced slightly and fallen. He pulled himself up on the nearest chair and looked arounf through lopsided horn-rimmed glases, and siad, !Am I too late? Has it started? I only just found out, so I – I- "
Percy spluttered into silence. Evindently he had not expected to run into most of his family. There was a long moment of astonishment, broken by Fleur not so subtly trying to break the tension.
Percy and the other Weasleys were still staring at one another, frozen.
"I was a fool!" Percy roared, so loudly Lupin nearly dropped his photo. "I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a- a-"
"Ministry-loving, family- disowning, pwer-hungry moron." Said Fred, then winced as Hermione hit him in the side.
Percy swallowed. "Yes I was!"
Mrs Weasley burst into tears and ran towards Percy gathering him up in a great hug, him still apologizing to his family. He turned to Fleur and said "I hear you're my sister-in-law now," he then turned to Hermione who was still clinging to Fred as if he would disappear, Fred's head rested on hers. "And by the looks of things, you might be my other sister-in-law soon,"
Fred smirked and said, "Soon."
Ginny had been trying to escape but instead, she had to stay in the Room of Requirement.
"Where's Ron?"
"He said something about a bathroom, not long after you left."
They headed towards the Great Hall, and all of the younger students and students who didn't want to fight, left.
The fight started and Hermione was in the thick of it. She was surrounded by Deatheaters and Order member alike, both firing spells at rapid speed. She sent a stupify over her shoulder as she dodged an Avada Kedavra. It was chaos, there were plants attacking, giants, acromantula, centaurs, stone soldiers, students, teachers, aurors, beasts, and even crystal balls that fell from the stairs, all against Deatheaters, inferi and Dementors.
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Harry turned a corner and saw Ron, his arms full of curved, dirty yellow objects, Ron with a broomstick under his arm.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Chamber of Secrets," said Ron. He gestered to the teeth with his head. "Something to get rid of Horcruxes."
They talked and now they were one Horcrux down as well. As they turned around, they ran into Hermione and they set off to the Room of Requirment.
They reached the Room and saw and fought off Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy Jrs. The whole Room lit up in flames and they managed to get out, but the diadem was lost in the Feindfyre flames.
They ran back out to the think of the fighting. Jets of light flew in every direction and the man dueling Percy backed off fast.
"Hello Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thinknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"
"You're joking, Perce!" shouted Fred as the Deatheater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three Separate Stunninig spells. "You actually are joking, Perce … I don't think I've heard you joke since you were – "
The air exploded.
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Cliffhanger- Sorry guys!
This one took a long time, it's 8.8k words! And only part way through Deathly Hallows. I had planned to continue this on but I saw it was getting too long and I thought that I should end it here and continue next time.
If there are spelling errors, please tell me, my spell check on Word has stopped working and I don't have a beta to check things over for me.
I'm sorry it took so long, I had exams all week, then on Saturday I went to the London Comicon (!), yesterday I had to help my mum clean the house and today I was at Dover Castle all day.
What I do is write these chapters not in advance, so I haven't written the next one yet, and I look at all of your comments and see what I can do, because you guys have some awesome ideas!
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