Hermione and Harry were captured and bound to poles on the outskirts of Hogsmeade during the final battle. Voldemort sneering laughed cruelly as he stood at the apex of a triangle.
"And now it is time for you to suffer Potter." he hissed in his cold sibilant voice.
"You can kill me but others will take my place!" Harry defiantly shouted.
"Oh I did not say I would kill you. I would make you suffer." He corrected the dark haired hero. Turning he cast a gout of flame which engulfed Hermione, covering her completely. Harry screamed in agony as the other Death Eaters laughed in delight.
Hermione though stood defiant as the flames licked over her, they swirled and grew until a column of flame covered her. The heat shoving all of the dark ones further and further back until she and Harry were ensconced in the pyre of all times.
Harry was confused as the flames felt like the warm caress of a summers breeze. His bindings burned away as out of the flames Hermione stepped. Wings of burning coals spread from her back as her clothes transformed into a glimmering white gown.
"Come Harry my hero, my love. We have a great deal of work left for you to do." As she reached into the flames to pluck a shaft of molten light that solidified into the Sword of Gryffindor.
Harry took the sword and felt a great strength cross him as the crucible engulfed him. Purified him until he was standing with a silver suit of armor holding the sword.
With a smile of triumph at his partner, his mate and the other half of his soul they leapt through the curtain to finish the task.
