The Boy Who Fought: OC X Hermione

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Ron, Hermione, and Harry walked into the great hall, seeing everyone crowded around beds and sitting with their families off to the side. Ron noticed his family, and went over to them to see Fred Weasley lying on a bed, pale and lifeless. As he was with them, Hermione searched for one person, hoping he wasn't there, that he wasn't among the dead.

She noticed Professor McGonagall by a bed, barely holding in her tears, and she walked over, hoping it wasn't Carson. But her hope was gone once she walked over, Harry following shortly behind, to see Carson's eyes closed, his body pale. His necklace is still on his neck, the silver shining in the light.

"No....No! Carson! You can't be dead...no...please..." Hermione broke down, kneeling next to him on the floor. "Please! We were supposed to get married! Raise Steven together! Wake up! Please...wake up...." Hermione cried, resting her head on his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears. Harry placed a hand on her shoulder, as she shook it off, returning to Carson.

"Miss Granger, I am very sorry, truly..." Professor McGonagall whispered, barely able to process Carson's death herself.

But both of them didn't hear the tiny heartbeat against his chest, or notice the slight movement of his chest rising and falling as they cried.

Professor McGonagall wept silently, trying to keep a brave face but failing, where Hermione was openly sobbing into Carson's shirt, the Weasley family soon joining her. Harry had stood back, taking it in.

Carson was dead, his best friend was dead. Well, that's what Harry thought. That he was dead, but he was just like Harry. A horcrux. When he was killed in the graveyard, he became a horcrux.

So, when Voldemort's message came in their minds again, Carson was not there to cover Hermione's ears, or to stop Harry from going to the forest to give himself up.

When Harry had been killed, he was in Kings Cross, where he saw Dumbledore and Carson.

"Harry. You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let us walk, come along Carson, as we discussed." Dumbledore instructed, taking Harry and Carson with.

Dumbledore finally told him he was a horcrux along with everything else important and wise, before he went back to fight and kill Voldemort once and for all. Harry left, leaving Carson to talk with Dumbledore.

"You are very brave Carson. You know that."

"Thank you sir. I need to go back. I need to be with Hermione, I can't be dead. Not now."

"I know. And you may go back, but first, I have someone you need to see." Dumbledore told him, as Steven appeared.

"Dad..."

"Carson." Steven whispered, and the two connected into a hug.

"What's going on? Why are you here?"

"To see you. You've been very brave, Carson."

"Thanks dad."

"And, I'm very proud of you. I watch over you sometimes, you and Hermione. Thanks for naming him after me by the way, Steven."

"Well, you deserve it. I need to go back though."

"Just take the train back, I love you son."

"Love you too dad."

And with that he got on the pearly white train and left kings cross. Carson woke up inside the great hall, and ran as fast as he could out front to the courtyard, to see Harry and Voldemort dueling. He saw Voldemort die, and he soon saw Hermione in the crowd, looking vacant and crestfallen.

He walked behind her, and enveloped her into a hug from behind, causing her to flinch and turn around.

"Carson..."

"Hey 'Mione. Miss me?"

Hermione flung her arms around him again, squeezing the life out of him as he hugged her back, the two enjoying their moment back together.

"I told you, I wasn't going anywhere. I love you."

"I love you too Carson." Hermione whispered, placing her lips on his, connecting the two in a much needed victory kiss.

"Not exactly leaving the place better than we found it, are we?" Ron asks, approaching the two.

"Can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs."

Ron and Harry looked at her weirdly, and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Something my mum used to say."

"You know 'Mione, we need to get their memories back."

"We will. I have that planned out already."

"Harry, why didn't it work for him? The Elder wand." Carson asked, confused.

"Because it answers to another. When he killed Snape, he thought the wand would become his. But the thing is... it never belonged to Snape. It was Draco who disarmed Dumbledore that night on the Astronomy Tower. From that moment on, the wand answered to him. Until the other night...when I disarmed Draco."

"That means..."

"It answers to me."

"Woah...."

"What do you reckon we should do with it?"

"We?" Hermione asked Ron.

"I'm just saying. That's the Elder Wand! It's the most powerful bloody wand in the world! With that, we could, we could..."

Hermione raises her hand up to silence him, and he stops. They look at Harry, who swiftly snaps the wand in half.

"Well, it wasn't boring, was it?"

"Nope. This was crazy." Ron tells them.

"Really. I died twice. I've had enough excitement. Maybe Minnie's right. I should be a healer. I've had enough of fighting dark wizards." Carson shared, everyone nodding in agreement.

"I've had enough of this. We're going to raise Steven in a safe world. Just like we planned. Everything's coming together."

"Except for the whole war thing but yeah! Thanks for saving Lavender, Carson."

"No Problem. I want you to be happy. All of you."

All four stood there and smiled at each other. They did it. Voldemort was dead for good, and they all can live in a safe world.