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Chapter 45: A Heart in the Hands

Hermione could feel the cold of the blade under her throat. The young witch knew that swords like Excalibur could have special powers. Who could know what it could do with a simple scratch? She had to find a way out of this dirty step. Still, she felt that she was not alone, someone, no, many people were heading towards them. The Gryffindor saw Sirius and Remus, who had finally found her. She, who dreamed of being alone, was this time more than happy that Sirius had talents of trackers out of the ordinary.

The ex-prisoner of Azkaban was then the first to attempt to aim the sword away from the throat of the young witch. For his part, Remus sent his patronus to look for the rest of the group. Other warriors would not be too much in a situation like this. Sirius's spell had no effect and seemed to be totally absorbed by the blade. He groaned with helplessness. Remus then tried to target Arthur in person, but his magic was drawn to the sword. Nothing they could do seemed to have any effect. And coming closer would put Hermione's life in danger.

- Touch to one of her hair and, king or not king, I would kill you with my own hands. Sirius yelled at Arthur.

- And he will not be the only one. Added Remus who for the first time was truly menacing.

- As if you scared me ... laughed the king.

- Except they are not alone! Hermione finishes, letting her gaze go to the forest behind the two wizards.

The rest of the group then revealed themselves, completely encircling Hermione and Arthur. The latter felt totally trapped and realized that he would have to act quickly if he wanted to have a chance to win this fight. He then changed the situation by drawing Hermione to him, placing the blade under her throat. He was on the verge of slicing it. The young witch hardly dared to swallow her saliva. Looking around, Hermione realized that no one would dare move an inch lest anything happen to her.

- Mom ... almost whispered the witch looking at Regina.

The latter seemed broken for not being able to act to save her daughter. It was more than frustrating not being able to help the one who had brought her all the happiness she had always dreamed of, not being able to help her own child. Hermione was leading her own fight, struggling against the darkness in her that grew every minute. All could see that she was losing this fight, her gaze then became cold and filled with a thirst for blood. Sirius had already seen that kind of look: at Voldemort's in person and it froze his blood.

The young witch then turned abruptly, Arthur did not expect her to resist, and was totally taken aback. All that went on in a few thousandths of a second: Hermione plunged her hand into Arthur's chest and tore out his heart. It shone with a bright red spotted with black here and there. The young witch was looking at him in total ecstasy at what she had in the palm of her hand.

- Hermione, don't make that mistake. You are not like that. You are not a murderer. Remember Merida, you did not kill her, you made the right choice. You can do it again.

Emma had just said these few sentences without even catching her breath. She had to help the one she had in front of her. It was Hermione who had convinced her not to give up her magic, without her Emma would have lost a part of herself. The last thing she wanted was that Hermione also lose some of her soul: her innocence. As long as she did not act, everything was still possible. Henry was the one who approached the young witch very gently. His eyes were on her and everyone hoped he could convince her.

- Mione, I know that controlling the darkness in you must is not simple. But I want you to concentrate on one thing, on a memory that I hope will calm you down and close this box of Pandora.

Henry then stood between Arthur and Hermione; he did not try to take the heart of the hand of the Darkone. All he did was draw his gaze into her. The young man wanted all the attention of his witch.

- I want you to think back to the ball, to our dance. I want you to remember that feeling of being in a bubble, in a world apart where nothing can happen to you.

Hermione's dark eyes were then fixed entirely on Henry's. We could see the light slowly beating the darkness. The warmth and sweetness of the Gryffindor made their appearance in her eyes. A tear ran down her cheek. She was fighting and she was winning. Still, she gave a start where everyone thought she had dropped. Her hand tightened Arthur's heart just enough to make him let go of Excalibur. Henry retrieved the sword before Sirius cast a "Petrificus Totalus" on the king.

- You can put his heart back in his chest now darling, said Regina softly, taking a step towards her daughter

Henry motioned to her not to approach nearer. He could still see Hermione's face, still cold despite the softness of her eyes. She had not yet fully regained control of herself and it was too much to ask her to put that heart back into place. Without another word, the young man put his forehead against Hermione's, closing his eyes. Strangely, she imitated him, letting herself go to him. He then took the heart in one of his hands before putting his other hand into Hermione's.

She heaved a sigh of relief, as if the weight of the world had just been removed from her shoulders. The rest of the group relaxed too. Emma and Regina could only be proud of Henry at this moment.

Note : Small question for you, I have two fan fiction being written in parallel, you tell me what you like the most:

- A Snamione (100% Hp)

- A Hobbit / Lord of the Rings / HP Crossover