Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Victory Made Hollow and A Tough Pill to Swallow

(Y/N)'s POV

The next breath I took was one I didn't expect to ever get, so much so that I wasn't sure if I actually took it at all, everything around me was nothing but mist, my mind couldn't determine if what I saw was reality or a figment of my imagination dreamed up as my soul shuffled off the mortal coil.

I took in my surroundings, trying to look for any familiarity, and I found it after a few seconds of recollection. I was at the top of the Astronomy tower. Surrounded by cloaked figures with no faces that I could see, obscured by the mist.

I was immediately reminded me of my time in the Maze during the Tri-Wizard tournament, the magical fog that obscured everything ahead of me, only a few inches around me was clearly visible.

As I took in my surroundings I looked down at my body, thinking that if I was transparent, I feel like that would have been a good indication of my mortality. Only to find it wasn't the one I was used to.

My body was frail and thin, I had a silver beard that reached near my waist, adorned with charms, my skin was wrinkled and weathered. My right hand was scarred and blackened, as if it was badly burnt.

He was coming, I knew he would, then everything would be in place, the demise of my greatest foe would be all but assured, everyone would be safe. "This is the place that I am destined to die in." I thought as I stared into the mist.

Despite my body being relieved by this thought, my mind was in a panic, thinking of any way to find myself out of this dream, I had to stop Rowle before he escaped.

I turned to leave, taking a tentative step towards the door, then another, and then I was back where I started. I don't know how I knew that, nothing around me gave me that indication, the mist was too thick to see clearly, I just felt it.

Then the mist began to clear, only a little, as if a snake was passing through the mist and pushing it aside, weaving a singular path, on the other end was a familiar face that remained obscured.

This figure brought me great relief, if they we're here, it would work, it wouldn't be for nothing. We were saved. I could be at peace. I could see her again, I could finally repent, all could be forgiven, I could leave it to them. No matter the cost.

I went to ask the new figure who they were and why they were important, but what came out my mouth were the words "Severus, please." and for the first time, I could see one of the figures, a man I only now recognised as Severus Snape.

"Avada Kedavra!" and suddenly there was a flash of light. As it flashed, nothing seemed to move, as if I was living in a picture of a moment, my body was compelled to embrace it, until my brain snapped to sense.

"Nope, not doing that. I know how this song and dance goes. People always say 'don't go towards the light' so, guess I'm staying here!" I thought angrily, trying to overpower my body.

In a rush, I was thrown backwards, falling through  the mist below. My perspective shifted, now I was looking at the scene from an angle near the floor, my vision blocked by some kind of cloth.

Suddenly I realised who I was seeing, what I was seeing. Albus Dumbledore, this man was Albus Dumbledore! Was he waiting for me? Was I the man he was waiting for, was I meant to save him? I was the only person that could! When was this going to happen?

Before I remembered my name and thought of an answer to these questions I was interrupted. I was pulled awake by an invisible force, as if it had hooked my chest and pulled me forwards into consciousness.

I took a deep breath, happy to feel air in my lungs, and I immediately knew where I was, the hospital wing. "Some things never change" I thought. I saw a familiar mass of brown hair, I noticed my hand was intertwined with another.