The Deathly Hallow Warrior....(Hp fanfic)

Guilt

I couldn't believe it Voldemort actually looked terrified of me. He hit the floor clenching his chest, gasping for air. Did I really just do that?

"My Lord!" Bellatrix screamed and she scrambled her way over to him. She trembled as she held his head up off of the ground. She gave me the most piercing look I had ever seen.
"She ....has no....no wand...how did...she...cast.." Voldemort gasped. I knew I couldn't kill him, but the effect of the spell managed to paralyse him for now.
"You should never have messed with me. Now you know why." I threatened and I walked out leaving the essence of my vengeance alive in the room.

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What have I done? I cant tell anyone what has happened, not even Dumbledore. If they found out, who knows what would happen to me, I could get locked up in azkaban or something worse if possible. I tried to convince myself that it was just an ordinary nightmare, it wasn't real. But I knew better.

I decided that I couldn't hide forever, so I went back to the Gryffindor common room. "Mimbulous mimbultonia" I said and the portrait swung open to let me in. The common room was empty, since everyone else was still in class. I went up to my bed, opened my trunk and dug out the book about the treasures of Hogwarts and the wizarding world. I had looked up the cloak but not the stone and wand from the tale.

"The Elder Wand is the most powerful wand in history. It is also known as the deathstick, made of elder wood with a core of Thestral tail hair. It is said to have originated from a Peverell brother who tried to master and trick death. It is also said to be invincible in the hands of it's true master. It's whereabouts are currently unknown. (Image page 345)..."

I quickly flicked to page 345, the wand definitely looked familiar but I had no idea where I had seen it. I was no closer to figuring all of this out.

I put the book back in my trunk and I took the vile out of my pocket to examine it. I never realised a bottle this small could have such intricate detail. It was a dark gold engraved with tiny writing and floral patterns of flowing tendrils. The writing was barley legible and from what I could see, it wasn't in English either.

I heard people talking which meant the Common room downstairs was beginning to fill. Classes were over. I put the vile in my pocket again and dived under the covers of my bed to pretend I was sleeping all this time. I didn't feel like making excuses as to why I wasn't in class.

"There you are Faria!" Hermione sounded relieved. I rose slowly to give the impression that I had been sleeping. "Oh sorry I didn't even stop to think you were sleeping, I was worried all day. We thought something had happened to you." She came over and wrapped her arms around me.

"You know you can talk to us if something's bothering you, I know about Dean. I'm sorry, I really didn't see it coming. I thought you were getting on great."

"I know, thanks Hermione. I just couldn't face him today, that's all. The look on his face tore me up. I shouldn't have agreed to go out with him in the first place. Otherwise he wouldn't have gotten hurt." I admitted.

"Faria, you don't need to feel so bad, these things happen. He seemed fine today, you don't need to worry. He was asking about you actually, to see how you were."

"Really? That's a small bit reassuring. Maybe it will be okay after all."
Hermione smiled. "We're going to get lunch now if you'd like to come. But of course you can stay here if your not up to it"

Hermione really did have a heart of gold. It kills me every time I look at her because I know what I've done, and if she knew what i did I know she would never forgive me. Sure Dean was one of my problems and it was nice to talk about it, but I had much more to deal with. At least I could talk about one thing.