The Deathly Hallows | Hermione Granger x Male Reader (Book Seven)

33. The End Of Seventh Year

Harry's POV

The battle was at it's peak now, everyone else was invisible. This was how it ended. Just the two of us.

"Why do you live!" Voldemort yelled angrily, still in utter disbelief that I had escaped his clutches and the battle was not over.

"Because I have something to live for!" I replied, looking him dead in the eye. "There are no more Horcruxes Tom. It's just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good..."

"One of us?" jeered Voldemort. "You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?"

"Accident was it, when my mother died to save me?" I asked. "Accident, when I fought in that graveyard? Accident when I survived your attempt to murder me?"

"Accidents!" screamed Voldemort, unable to believe anything else.

"I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don't. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?" I asked.

Voldemort did not speak, perhaps he believed faintly I did have one final secret.

"Is it love again?" said Voldemort, his face jeering. "Dumbledore favourite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter - and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?"

As we circled each other, I prepared myself to tell him the final secret I knew. "Just one thing."

"Love will not save you this time. You must believe you have magic I do not."

"I believe both." I said plainly, my hand clenched tightly around my wand.

Voldemort began to laugh as shock flit across his face. "You think you know more magic than I do? Than I, Lord Voldemort, who has performed magic that Dumbledore himself never dreamed of?"

"He knew enough not to do what you've done." I countered.

Voldemort screamed. "You mean he was weak! I brought about the death of Albus Dumbledore! I was the one who told my grandson and Draco to kill him!"

"You thought you did," I replied, "but you were wrong."

"Dumbledore is dead! I have seen it! He will not return!"

I spoke calmly. "Yes, Dumbledore is dead, but you didn't have him killed. He chose his own manner of dying, chose it months before he died, arranged the whole thing with the man you thought was your servant and the boy you thought was your future heir."

"What childish dream is this?" said Voldemort, his red eyes did not waver from mine.

"Severus Snape wasn't yours," I said, "Y/N L/N was not your perfect heir. Snape was Dumbledore's. Dumbledore's from the moment you started hunting down my mother. Y/N was Dumbledore's. Dumbledore's from the moment he met Hermione Granger. And you never realised it, because of the thing you can't understand. You never saw Snape cast a Patronus, did you, Riddle?"

Voldemort did not answer.

"Snape's Patronus was a doe," I continued, "the same as my mother's, because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from the time when they were children. You never saw Y/N with Hermione, otherwise you would know. Snape was Dumbledore's spy from the moment you threatened my mother and Y/N pledged his allegiance to you to save Hermione's life."