Surprise Chapter! Aren't I nice? I felt bad for the last cliffhanger so I did this. Tadah!
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They had been grouped together; Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and Percy, the two Deatheaters at their feet. Hermione felt herself flying through the air, and all she could do was hold tightly as possible to that thin stick of wood that was her only weapon, and shield her head in her arms. She heard yells of her companion without knowing what had happened to them –
And then the world resolved itself in pain and semi -darkness. She was half buried under the wreckage of a corridor that had been blown away, and a hot liquid dripping down her cheek told her that she was bleeding. A lot.
She struggled to her feet and saw three red-headed men grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. She saw a figure lying on the floor.
Red hair. Blue eyes now permanently open.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no-
"No!"
She ran over, knowing exactly who it was.
She tripped over the wreckage and cut open her knee but honestly, she was the last thing on her mind.
Falling down next to the body, Hermione started sobbing, heartbroken, pitiful sobbing. "Fred."
Fred lay there, with his blue eyes open without seeing, his mouth open in a laugh that was frozen in place. He was dead. The wall had fallen and crushed him, killing him almost instantly. He was gone, but she was alive, it didn't make sense. She should be dead, not Fred, Fred was innocent, he had his whole life to live, he was meant to live forever while she didn't deserve it, she should have died instead. In that moment, her heart shattered, she felt as if she had lost part of herself, something that had been brutally and forcefully ripped away from her and it hurt more than Bellatrix's torture.
"Fred, no, you're not dead, come on! No, no Fred, stay here, I just got you back!"
Hermione was still sobbing what was left of her heart out, and the raw, distraught sounds were the only noise the room had.
Hermione had no other senses, the world was only her and Fred, just like it should be and he was not dead! She wasn't even aware of the explosions and bodies falling, it was only her and the lifeless body of her love.
"I-I love you! You need to get up! Fred…. Please."
She felt a hand grasp her shoulder consolingly but she shrugged it off.
"Hermione we have to go."
She leant back, and looked up at Harry, her face wet with tears, her eyes shining and red, and held out a hand to help her up. He just pulled her up and pulled her into a bone crushing hug, his arms around her, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly and she cried into his shoulder, her heart pounding uselessly. It shouldn't beat without Fred next to her.
He started pulling her away from the wreckage but she didn't notice. Once they were out of danger, he took Hermione's face in his hands and wiped away her tears. "Hermione, I'm so sorry, but there's a war going on, you have to be ready."
She took a deep breath and straightened up. Ever the soldier.
"Right, war. Let's go light this fucker up."
An acromantula burst onto the scene but Hermione simply sent an Avada to it, not taking any chances, as it was legal to use the curse on animals.
"It brought friends!" Harry called to the others, glancing over the edge of the castle through the hole in the wall the curses had blasted.
More giant spiders were climbing the side of the building, liberated from the Forbidden Forest, into Hogwarts.
"Let's move NOW!"
Hermione pulled Harry and Ron along, them dragging the body behind them which she refused to even think of glancing at.
"Here," said Hermione, and they placed him in a niche where a suit of armour had stood earlier. She could barely even imagine the hall as it used to be before the explo- before the War. After making sure the body was hidden, she walked away as quickly as she could, not daring to spend another minute near the body of the man she loved, for fear of breaking, of looking like she needed protection like she was made of glass.
"In here!"
She was pulled harshly into a niche behind a tapestry. Ron's face was contorted, smeared with dust and smoke, and he was shaking with rage and grief.
"I wanna help- I wanna kill Deatheaters-"
"Ron, listen to me-"
"I JUST LOST MY BROTHER, I DON'T WANNA-"
"And I just lost the man I loved most! As much as I want to kill every fucking person here, I won't, because if I do that then Voldemort wins. We need a plan."
"I want to fight!"
"We will fight! We'll have to, to reach the snake! But let's not lose sigh now of what we're supposed to be d-doing! We're the only ones who can end it!" Hermione was on the verge of crying again, but she just wiped the tears away and put on an almost emotionless mask. She would not be weak, weak is what got Fred killed, she should have noticed the Deatheaters' plan, she was the Brightest Witch of her Age!
She turned to Harry. "You need to find out where Voldemort is, because he'll have the snake with him. Do It, Harry- look inside him!"
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated.
When he opened his eyes he told them, "He's in the Shrieking Shack, the snake's with him. It's got some sort of magical protection around it. He's just sent Lucius Malfoy to find Snape."
"He's in the Shrieking Shack?" said Hermione, outraged. "He's sitting on his arse, not even fighting!"
"He doesn't think he needs to fight," harry answered. "He thinks I'm going to go to him."
They began arguing but before they could decide who would go after the snake, two masked Deatheaters stood there, bellowing "POTTER!"
Before they could even get their wands out, however Hermione shouted "Glisseo!"
The stair beneath their feet flattened into a chute and she, Harry and Ron hurdled down it, unable to control their speed but so fast that the Deatheater's Stunning Spells flew over their heads. They shot thought the concealing tapestry at the bottom and spun onto the floor.
"Duro!" Hermione then yelled and two sickening thumps followed where the Deatheaters smacked into the now stone tapestry.
"Get back!" shouted Ron, and he, Harry and Hermione hurled themselves against a door as a herd of galloping desks thundered past, shepherded by a sprinting Professor McGonagall. She appeared not to notice them, her hair had come down and there was a gash on her cheek, and as she turned the corner she screamed "CHARGE!"
Harry put the Cloak on all three of them, barely big enough to come down to their feet, not that it mattered as no one would be able to see them through the thick fog and falling stone.
They ran down staircases and past duellers, portraits who were screaming encouragement and advice, past Deatheaters, past students, past teachers.
Dean had gotten a wand, from either a Deatheater or a fallen fighter and was face-to-face with Dolohov, the one who cursed her in 5th year, in the Ministry and left a scar that wrapped around her waist. Parvarti was fighting Travers as they ran passed, ready to help in needed. Peeves weaved around the ceiling, dropping frog's eggs and slime and other nasty and sometimes incapacitating stuff, helping out where he could.
"LET'S GO!" Harry yelled, and they gathered the cloak tightly around themselves and legged it, heads down, in the midst of the fighters, slipping in occasional puddles of goo.
Draco was on the upper landing, pleading with another masked Deatheater. Harry Stunned the Deatheater as they passed. Malfoy looked around for his saviour and Hermione punched him in the nose.
"And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two- faced bastard!" Ron yelled.
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There were more duellers all over the marble stairs to the Entrance Hall,
There were more duellers all over the marble stairs to the Entrance Hall, Yaxley, close to the doors, in combat with Professor Flitwick, a masked Deatheater duelling Kingsley right beside them. Students ran in every direction either carrying or dragging injured friends. Hermione directed a Stunning Spell towards the Deatheater, it missed but nearly hit Neville who had emerged from nowhere brandishing armfuls of Venomous Tentacula, which looped itself happily around the nearest Deatheater and began reeling him in like a fish.
Glass shattered on the left, the hourglasses that held the House Points spilled its jewels everywhere, so that people tripped and fell as they ran. Two bodies fell from a balcony overhead as they reached the ground a grey blur that could be mistaken for an animal sped four-legged across the gall to sink its teeth into one of the fallen.
"NO!" shrieked Hermione, and with a deafening blast from her wand, Fenrir Greyback was thrown backward from the feeble struggling body of Lavender Brown. He hit the marble banisters and struggled to return to his feet. Then, appearing out of nowhere, a crystal ball fell on top of him and he crumpled to the ground once again.
"I have more!" cried Professor Trelawney from over the banisters. "More for any who want them! Here-"
And like a professional tennis-player-like serve, she heaved another crystal ball from her gab, waving her wand in the air and made the ball speed across the hall and smash through the window. At that moment, more giant spiders came bursting in through the doors and into the Hall.
"How do we get out?" yelled Ron over all the screaming, but before Hermione or Harry could answer they were bowled aside; Hagrid came thundering down the stairs.
"Don't hurt 'em, don't hurt 'em!" he yelled.
"HAGRID!"
Hagrid vanished in the swarm of spiders, they retreated with Hagrid buried in their midst.
"HAGRID!"
Harry, like an idiot, went running after the half-giant and was only stopped by a huge giant, twenty feet high. With one fluid movement it smashed an upper window and the glass rained upon the Trio, giving them small cuts in the process. Grawp came stumbling around the corner of the castle; only now did Hermione realize that Grawp was indeed a small giant. The huge giant from before let out a roar, the stone steps trembling as he stomped his way over to the smallish giant.
"RUN!"
Harry and Ron closed in beside her as the sounds of fighting behind them muted because a silence that only came with Dementors was falling around them, through the night. Hagrid was surely dying or already dead, like F… like some others she had seen.
"Hermione! We need more Patronuses!" she raised her wand and thought the happiest though she could, all of her happy childhood memories with Dean and Sammy, John and Mary, her thoughts when she had found a nice family in London, when they took her for picnics and holidays with her parents, memories of having fun at Hogwarts, at the Burrow, of joking with Sirius, with Fred. Anything.
From her wand burst an otter, but it was feeble at most. Most of those things that made her happiest were gone. Her parents were in Australia with no memories of her, her other family wanted to forget her, Hogwarts was destroyed, Sirius was dead, the Weasley's fighting for their lives, and Fred was dead.
Just as the light of the Patronus faded out, and the Dementors descended, three new Patronuses soared over their head, a silver hare, boar and fox, belonging to Luna, Ernie and Seamus.
The Dementors fell back under the combined efforts, and Luna went to encourage them as if they were just practicing in the D.A.
"Can't thank you enough," said Ron shakily, turning to Luna, Ernie and Seamus. "You just saved-"
With a roar and an earth-shattering tremor, another giant ran out of the forest in their direction, brandishing a club at them.
"Guy, RUN!" They needed no telling, they all scattered, the other three goes back to join the battle.
They sprinted towards the Whomping Willow, to go through the passage and into the Shack, to then finally destroy the snake, and eventually, Voldemort. Panting and gasping, they dodged their way through spells, skirting the Willow's branches trying to see the old knot in the bark that would simply paralyze it.
"How – how're we going to get in?" panted Ron. "I can see – the place – if we just had – Crookshanks again-"
"Crookshanks? Are you a wizard or what?"
"Oh - right – yeah"
Ron looked around then directed his wand at a stick on the floor. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The stick flew up from the ground and bobbed its way over to the knot at the base of the tree. It jabbed at a place near the roots and the tree became still.
"Perfect!" panted Harry.
"Wait, what if it's a trap?"
"We're coming anyway Harry, we're sticking with you!"
"Voldemort will be at the end of this tunnel!"
"Yes, and if we take too long, he might not be, so move it!"
Hermione was and always be the most stubborn person Harry had ever known. He hesitated put Ron just pushed him forward. He wriggled into the earthy passage, Hermione and Ron following. The tunnel was low-ceilinged, they had to double up to move through it nearly four years ago, but now they had to crawl along. They moved in silence, only the beam of light from Harry's wand to show them the way. At last the tunnel began to slope upward and Hermione saw a sliver of light ahead.
"Harry! Put on the Cloak!" She said in a loud whisper. She found the slippery cloth and shoved into his hand. With difficulty he dragged it over himself and whispered "Nox," depriving them of light.
They heard voices coming from the room directly ahead of them, only slightly muffled by the tunnel being blocked by and old crate. Hardly daring to breath, they crawled forwards and peeked through a tiny gap left between the crate and the door.
The room beyond was barely lit, but she could see the snake, swirling and coiling in a magic bubble of protection.
Snape spoke "… My Lord, their resistance is crumbling – "
"– and it is doing so without your help," said Voldemort in his high, clear voice. "Skilled wizard though you are, Severus, I do not think you will make much difference now. We are there … almost,"
"Let me find the boy. Let me bring you Potter. I know I can find him, my Lord. Please." Snape strode past the gap and Hermione moved back a little, wondering if there was any spell that could get past the magic protection. But if a spell didn't work, she would have given their position away.
"I have a problem Severus,"
"My Lord?"
Voldemort raised the Elder Wand, which he had gotten off Dumbledore.
"Why doesn't' it work for me Severus?"
"My – my lord?" said Snape blankly. "I do not understand. You have performed extraordinary magic with that wand."
"No," said Voldemort. "I have performed my usual magic. I am extraordinary,"
"Cocky bastard," Hermione muttered under her breath, that almost made Harry chuckle. "But this wand, no. It has not revealed the wonders it has promised. I feel no difference between this wand and the one I bought from Ollivander all those years ago."
Snape did not speak. Hermione could not see his face, she wondered whether Snape sensed danger, and was trying to find the right words to reassure his master.
Voldemort started to move around the room, Hermione lost sight of him for seconds as he prowled, speaking in the same quiet tone.
"I have thought long and hard, Severus … do you know why I have called you back from battle?"
And for a moment they saw Snape's profile. His eyes were fixed upon the coiling snake in its enchanted cage.
"No, my Lord, but I beg you to let me return. Let me find Potter."
"You sound like Lucius. Neither of you understands Potter as I do. He does not need finding. Potter will come to me. I knew his weakness you see, his one great flaw. He will hate watching the others struck down around him, knowing that it is for him that it happens. He will want to stop it at any cost. He will come."
"But my Lord, he might be killed accidentally by someone other than yourself-"
"My instructions to the Deatheaters have been perfectly clear. Capture Potter. Kill his friends, the more the better, but do not kill him.
"But it is of you that I wished to speak Severus, not Harry Potter. You have been very valuable tome. Very valuable."
"My Lord knows I seek only to serve him. But let me go find the boy, my Lord. Let me bring him to you. I know I can – "
"I have told you, no!" said Voldemort, and Hermione caught the glint of red in his eyes as he turned again, and the swishing of his cloak was like the slithering of a snake, and she could practically feel Mouldyshort's impatience in the room. "My concern at the moment, Severus, is what will happen when I finally meet the boy!"
"Why did both of the wands I have used fail when directed at Harry Potter?"
"I – I cannot answer that, my lord."
"Can't you? My wand of yew did everything of which I asked it, Severus, except to kill Harry Potter. Twice it failed. Ollivander told me under torture of the twin cores, told me to take another's wand. I did so, but Lucius's wand shattered upon meeting Potter's."
"I-I have no explanation my Lord."
Snape was not looking at Voldemort now. His dark eyes were still fixed upon the serpent.
"I sought a third wand, Severus, the Elder Wand, the Wand of destiny. I took it from its previous master, I took it from the grave of Albus Dumbledore and yet it still doesn't work. All this long night when I am on the brink of victory, I have stayed here wondering why the Elder wand refuses to obey me, and I think I have the answer."
Snape did not speak. "The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, it can never be mine."
And Voldemort swiped the air with the Elder Wand. IT did nothing to Snape, who for a spilt second seemed to think he had been reprieved, but then Voldemort's intention became clear. The snake's cage was rolling through the air.
"Kill."
There was a terrible scream, Hermione could see Snape's face losing the little colour it had left, it whitened as his black eyes widened, as the snakes fangs pierced his neck and he fell to the floor.
"I regret it."
There was no remorse, no feeling in Voldemort's voice. It was time to leave this shack and take charge, with a wand that would finally do his bidding. Voldemort swept from the room without a backward glance and the snake floated after him.
-SPN&HP-
Back in the tunnel, Harry then pointed his wand at the crate, it lifted an inch into the air and drifted away silently. As quietly as they could, they crept into the room. Harry went forward and approached Snape, speaking to him in hushed tones.
Then a cold, high voice spoke, and they realised that everyone could hear it, in Hogsmead, the Shrieking Shack, Hogwarts and all of its surrounding areas.
"You have fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery, yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilt is a waste. Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity, treat your injured."
The voice cut off but by the look on Harry's face, it was clear there was more of the message.
"Whatever he said, don't listen to him," said Ron.
"It'll be alright, let's go back to the castle," said Hermione.
She glanced at Snape's body, then hurried back into the tunnel entrance. Ron followed her, and then Harry after.
They crawled back through the tunnels, one of them talking. It could only be an hour or so until dawn but it was pitch-black. The castle was unnaturally silent, something it had never been before, before when there were students walking and chatting and life seemed to burst from the corridors. The same corridors were now deserted and lifeless. The flagstones of the deserted entrance hall were stained with blood. Parts of the banisters had been blown away.
"Where is everyone?"
Ron led the way to the Great Hall. The house tables were gone and the room was crowded. The survivors stood in groups, their arms around each other's necks. The injured were being treated on the raised platform by Madam Pomfrey and a group of helpers. The dead lay in a row in the middle of the hall, and they couldn't see Fred's body because of his family surrounding him. George was kneeling at his head, Mrs Weasley was lying across Fred's chest her body shaking. Mr Weasley stroking her hair while tears ran down his cheeks. Hermione felt her own tears escaping but she refused to go over there, for two main reasons. One, she didn't want to see Fred lying there, dead, and two, she felt like she would be out of place, this was a family moment, which she obviously didn't belong to.
She instead, looked around and saw many other bodies, Lupin and Tonks, lying side-by-side, Colin Creevy who was only 16 years old, too young to fight but somehow managed to sneak in anyway. There were a good many of others, like Lavender Brown and Terry Boot, all lying there as pale as the ghosts that walk the castle. Harry ran out of the room, to who knows where but Hermione stayed behind. She sat down on a step and placed her head in her hands, refusing to let any tears fall. Nearly ten minutes afterwards she felt a hand on her shoulder, lifting her head she saw Neville and Luna, both still alive and relatively unharmed. They sat down either side of her, Luna's arm around her waist and Neville's over her shoulders as they sought comfort in their friendship. After a small while, other joined them, to celebrate that they were still alive, and to just be in each other's company. In a circle of sorts sat Seamus, Neville, Hermione, Luna, Dean, Parvati, Hannah, Angelina, Oliver, Lee and Ernie, all trying to forget about the night so far, and for once, it almost worked.
That was until a voice interrupted.
"Harry Potter is dead."
The uproar was enormous, most claiming that it was a lie, a lie to make them lost hope, something they would not do. Not ever.
"He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself as you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is one. You have lost half of your fighters and my Deatheaters outnumber you, the Boy Who Lived is finished. Anybody who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together."
No, no it isn't true! Hermione ran out of the hall, most of the others following behind her, and out to the main courtyard at the entrance of the castle. She looked, scanning the Deatheaters's gleeful faces and saw a bundle, laying down unmoving in Hagrid's arms. No!
"NO!"
The scream that tore itself out of McGonagall's throat surprised near everyone, that she would make such a sound, but her anguish only made Bellatrix laugh.
"Harry! No!" Hermione screamed, soon joined by Ron and Ginny's own voices.
"SILENCE!" yelled Voldemort, and there was a bang and a flash of bright light, then silence was forced upon them, their voices no longer working. "It's over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!"
Hagrid had no choice but to obey.
"You see?" said Voldemort, striding backwards and forwards. "Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves, he was nothing!"
"You're the one who's deluded, you no-nosed bastard!" Hermione yelled, breaking the charm that surrounded them.
"Ah, miss Granger! Did you not hear me say, how anyone who resisted shall have their family slaughtered?"
"Good luck with that, I have no family for you to kill!"
The defenders of Hogwarts were shouting and screaming until a second, more powerful charm was in place.
"He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds, killed while trying to save himself-"
But then someone broke free of the crowd and charged at Voldemort, Neville. He hit the ground, disarmed, Voldemort throwing his wand to the side while laughing.
"And who is this? Who has volunteered to show everyone what happens to those who cross me?"
Bellatrix gave a delighted laugh.
"It is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The son of the Aurors!"
"Ah, yes. You are a pureblood aren't you boy? You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a fine Deatheater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom."
"I'll join you when hell freezes over," said Neville. "Dumbledore's Army!" he shouted, and there was a cheer from the crowd, whom Voldemort's Silencing Charms seemed unable to hold.
"Very well. If that is your choice, Longbottom, we revert to the original plan. On your head, be it."
He swished his wands and through a smashed window came the Sorting Hat.
"There will be no more sorting at Hogwarts School, my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin will suffice for everyone."
He pointed his wand at Neville and Hermione's hear lurched. First Fred, then Harry now Neville. He forced the Hat onto Neville's head, so that it slipped down below his eyes. With a flick of his wand, the Hat burst into flames, Neville stuck underneath, burning too.
Screams split the dawn, Neville was aflame, rooted to the spot, unable to move and Hermione couldn't bear it. She turned around and buried her face in Seamus's jacket as the screams continued and she saw another person she considered family, burning before her eyes. In one swift, fluid motion, Neville broke free of his Body Bind curse and the flaming Hat fell to the floor. He reached in and pulled out a glistening silver handle, encased with rubies.
He pulled the Sword out of the Hat, ran a few steps towards Voldemort and sliced off the head of the serpent at his feet. Voldemort's mouth was open in a scream of fury that no one could hear, and the snake's body thudded to the ground. Then, over the yells of oncoming giants, Hagrid's yell came loudest of all.
"HARRY! HARRY – WHERE'S HARRY!?" She looked over and saw that Hagrid's arms were empty as was the space Harry had occupied moments before. She searched for him, but couldn't find him and decided that he was under the Cloak. Oh, she could kiss him, and slap him for making her worry like that. The fighting began anew.
The house elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the entrance hall, screaming and waving knifes and cleavers and at their heads, wearing Regulus's locket was Kreacher screaming "Fight! Fight for my master! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus!"
They were hacking and stabbing at the ankles and shins of the Deatheaters, their tiny faces alive with malice and Hermione had never felt so proud. Everywhere she looked, she could see Deatheaters being overcome by spells, dragging arrows from wounds, stabbed in the legs, or just trying to escape, but couldn't manage it.
She saw Bellatrix fighting too, and she was duelling Ginny and Luna, until Hermione decided to get in on the action. She sent spells like a hurricane to the insane bitch, but Bellatrix returned them just as fiercely. Ginny and Luna were going for less harmful spells, not Unforgivables, but Hermione was not going to let her get away.
A ray of Green light missed Ginny by an inch and just as Hermione was going to send one straight back, she was interrupted.
"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"
Mrs Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms. Bellatrix turned on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of her new challenger. Not a good thing, no one ever saw Mamma Weasley angry and lived to tell the tale.
"OUT OF MY WAY!" shouted Mrs Weasley to the three girls and with a swipe of her wand she began to duel. Jets of light flew from both wands, the floor around them heating and cracked, both women fighting to kill.
"No!" Mrs Weasley called to the students who ran forward to help. "Get back! Get back! She's mine!"
Hundreds of people mow lined the walls, watching the two fights between Voldemort and his three opponents and Molly and Bellatrix.
"What will happen to your children when I've killed you?" taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master. "When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?"
"That is it!" Hermione now jumped in, and not listening to Mrs Weasley calling her away, she joined the fight again, going in for the kill. Something snapped in her, hearing this psychopath say Fred's name and talk about his death like it meant nothing.
Working with Mrs Weasley, both the witches started working together, firing more powerful spells, while Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given before he died.
Molly and Hermione's combined curse soared beneath Bellatrix's outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest. Bellatrix's gloating smile froze, her eyes bulged and then she toppled and the crowd roared, Voldemort screamed.
McGonagall, Kingsley and Slughorn were blasted backwards as Voldemort's fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb. She panicked back somehow their fall was cushioned, and she wondered who was the source. Then Harry pulled off the cloak. The yell of shock, the cheers were stifled at once. The crowd were afraid, and the silence fell abruptly and completely as Voldemort and Harry looked at each other and began to circle each other.
"I don't want anyone else to help," Harry said loudly. "It's got to be like this. It's got to be me and him."
Voldemort hissed.
"Potter doesn't mean that. That isn't how he works is it? Who're you going to use as a shield today Potter?"
"Nobody. It's just you and me. No Horcruxes, no hidden talents."
And the fight began.
They pointed their wands at each other and yelled.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Avada kedavra!"
Hermione watched in awe as the two spells battled to win, one green, one red. Harry's overpowered the others and Voldemort's wand was thrown high into the air which Harry caught. Voldemort fell, killed by his own rebounding curse.
One second of silence, the shock of the moment and then chaos broke around Harry as the screams and cheers and the roars of the watchers rose into the air.
Hermione ran forwards and hugged him, joined by Ron, then Ginny, Neville and Luna and then the Weasleys and Hagrid, the Kingsley and McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout and soon everyone was gathered in a huge embrace.
-SPN&HP-
The moved Voldemort's body and laid it in a chamber off the Hall, away from the bodies of Tonks and Lupin and Colin, and F- Fred and fifty others who had died fighting. She went to the hall and saw all of the families and congratulated them all, even went to the Malfoys. She had walked past the table and saw the three of them looking out of place, sitting stoically. She walked over, using her Gryffindor courage. They looked at her, not like she was scum, but that they looked surprised.
"Mrs Malfoy?"
Narcissa looked up and saw her there and was shocked but stayed polite, her white blond hair falling out of its place and a small piece of grime of her face.
"I would like to thank you for however you helped Harry."
"How did you-"
"I saw him look at you, and he looked thankful for something. I don't take my friends lives lightly, so thank you for whatever you did."
She turned to walk away, then called over her shoulder, "Oh, Malfoy? I'm sorry for punching you in the face. Twice."
He was stunned but replied with, "Sorry for calling you mudblood, Granger."
She just smiled a small bit and walked away, over to where Ron was sitting and sat next to him.
They didn't say anything, but they heard a voice say, "It's me. Will you come with me?" They stood up at once and together, she, Ron and Harry left the Great Hall. Great chunks were missing from the marble staircase and rubble and bloodstains occurred every few steps. They wondered to the gargoyle who guarded the entrance to Dumbledore's office. "Can we go up?"
"Feel free." Said the statue.
They clambered over him and onto the spiral staircase that moved slowly upward. They talked to Dumbledore and Harry fixed his wand, then said he would put the Elder Wand back in Dumbledore's tomb. They wandered back downstairs and went to the Great hall and the celebrations began. It took a whole week for the parties to end and rewards to stop being given out. Hermione was named a war heroine and was given a reward for her efforts in enough galleons for a lifetime, which she protested about but had no choice but to accept.
It was one week after the war had ended, and Hermione spoke to Harry and Ron in private. They were in Grimmauld Place, just them and she had important news.
"I'm leaving."
"What?!"
"Guys, I can't handle being in England, the memories or just too much, I want to finish my education, maybe get some Muggle degrees in the meantime. I'll visit whenever I can, I'll only ever be a Floo call away!"
"Where are you going?"
"I might go to America again. I want to live as a Muggle for a while, keep away from magic. Try and keep the nightmares away"
They didn't like it but they had no choice but to let her go. In two days she was packed and had an apartment in Santa Barbara, California. She was on the plane and in America by the next day. She didn't tell anyone that she had left, only Ron and Harry knew where. The only problem was her education, yes she had gotten 11 OWLs but she had no other qualifications in the Muggle World.
She got in touch with a man, who was a muggle liaison for the Ministry, who claimed that he "is" the Government or whatever that meant and he had gotten her a few GCSE's in subjects like maths and English, history and French, science and all of that lot, all in A's or A*. He even made a flaw proof CV that made up an entire 8 years of schooling so that she may go to University in America.
There she spent four years studying at the University of California in Santa Barbara and got a degree in English Literature and Language, a degree that made her qualified for teaching.
By the time she was 23, Hermione was a Middle School English teacher.
-SPN&HP-
It is now 2005, and Hermione had been a teacher for three years, being out of England for 8. She had yet to use her magic, her wand was hidden in her apartment, and the only time she used it was when she visited the UK for Christmas, Weddings and the occasional birthday. She had been back for Harry and Ginny's wedding, for Neville and Luna's. She was there every Christmas and when she could for Easter, and, of course, she tried to get Teddy's birthday off so that she could visit her godson. When Ginny had found out that Hermione had moved to America, she was scarily angry, but she learnt to get used to it after a few years of popping back and forth.
It was Halloween at her school, and she still taught there, but Hermione loved it, she loved being a teacher, especially at English it was one of her favourite subjects, even better than Transfiguration but not as good as Defence, or at least Defence when they had a decent teacher. It was 3rd period when it happened, she was with her class, reciting sonnets and she really loved Shakespeare, the words were beautiful and it amused her every year when the students tried to get their minds and mouths around the 16th Century words. She had her back to the students and was writing on the board, reading a passage of Sonnet 116, explaining it on the way. She always exaggerated her accent when reading these, sounding more and more like an upper-class British woman.
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds / Admit impediments. Love is not love / which alters when it alteration finds, / or bends with the remover to remove, what Shakespeare means here is that love is not real, if it changes, if love –"
She heard someone clear their throat at the back of the classroom and she turned to see who it was.
Standing there was a tall man, leaning against the doorframe. He had blond hair that was spiked up, tan skin and green eyes. She could see a good half of the girls and one or two boys in the class checking him out. He was wearing jeans and a leather jacket, but he was not anyone she knew.
"Is this Miss Winchester's class?"
His voice was deep with an American accent.
A boy from the middle of the class spoke out. "Uh, no it isn't. This is Ms Granger's class. Who's Winchester?"
"Hush, Thomas. Who're you?"
"It's Dean."
That was all he said, but that was all he needed to say. Hermione's eyes bulged and she looked a bit scared to be honest.
"Uh, Miss are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just going to talk to out visitor for a bit, keep reading the Sonnet, annotate it and write a few paragraphs on what it means and the message Shakespeare is giving us."
She walked out of the door, closing it behind her. She looked up at him and then he crushed her in a hug.
"Dean, I'm absolutely ecstatic to see you, but why are you here?"
She fiddled with her jumper pulling down the sleeves, her already long sleeves, so that they cover her scars.
"What? Can't I visit my twin that I haven't seen in 9 years, and haven't spent time with in 20?"
Her grin faltered, it really had been 20 years that she had been taken away from the family, and they were 26 years old.
"Seriously? Dad's gone missing. He has been for three weeks. He was hunting something in Jericho, California and he hasn't been back, not even answering phone calls and I'm worried."
Her gaze hardened. Her eyes turned from misty to hard and cold. "Why should I help you find him? How did you even find me? I don't want to help him, Dean. Damn it, Dean, I don't even have any training to speak of! I have a class to teach, I have a job, and I have responsibilities! I'm not running after a man that chucked me out of the family!"
"Mya, please. I can't do this just me and Sam, I need you. It's Friday today, yeah? Well, we can leave tomorrow, pick up Sammy then I'll bring you back by Monday morning, latest I promise."
"Fine."
-SPN&HP-
I hope you enjoyed that!
Now next chapter will be a sort of filler, just Hermione and Dean hanging out and talking and swapping stories, then they'll be at Stanford and Sam will see Hermione, yay!
Want i want to know, and please read this bit, is how I should set out the next few chapters. Should I do an episode per chapter, but I think that will be too short, so maybe two or three? I don't know, but review and tell me!
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