More Than Magic (Hermione x Male reader)

Year 7 - We Did It

We run through a few halls and see Harry fall over the snake flowing like water ever downward toward him when a bit of rubble bounces off her slithering tail. She hisses, coiling in on herself, blunt head darting about warily. Hermione stands, watching. Rearing back, she hurls another sharp fragment at the snake. As the fragment hits its mark, Nagini strikes blindly, furious, and then spies Hermione. Instantly she begins to slither toward her. As Hermione stands her ground, I look left and see Ron, clutching a Basilisk fang in his fist and I get ready.

I see Harry get up and draw Voldemort off somewhere else leaving the snake to us Nagini ribbons forth rapidly, flowing effortlessly through the rubble that obstructs her path. Suddenly, up ahead, Hermione extended her wand. She fires and Nagini hisses, continuing on. Hermione lowers her wand, standing perfectly still as...Ron pelts into view, fang in hand. He lifts the tusk when Nagini spies him and wickedly fast uncoils her tail, knocking the fang from his hand. He watches it clatter down the stone steps, then looks back at the great snake. It begins to move toward him.

Nagini writhes forward angrily as Ron dashes away as me and Hemien follow as I fire spells back desperate to do something running alongside. We dash down the stairs. Nagini closes in on us. Just then suddenly Nagini hisses madly, twisting crazily on the steps, tail snapping back and forth, shattering stairs and walls. 

"What's the matter with her?" Hermione said.

Hermione, Ron and I watch Nagini thrash. As rubble rains down, we begin to run for the Great Hall, skirting Flitwick and Hagrid, who battle a pair of Death Eaters on the stairs. Further up the marble stairs, Professor Trelawney raises her wand, draws a bead on a Death Eater and with a forceful flick, sends him flying through the air. Seamus regards her with amazement. We run and find ourselves in the courtyard and Harry is there with Voldemort as they both turn to us.

Harry turns, wand in hand, but he's too late. I reach out and take Hermione's hand. Voldemort grabs the Elder Wand Nagini's head drops toward us Harry watches in horror as Neville appears out of nowhere steps into the beach, sword in hand, and with one mighty swing severs Nagini's head clean off. Voldemort freezes, watching Nagini's body thrash madly for a time before going still. The great snake's head tumbles end-over-end and then, as it comes to a rest. Voldemort bellows in pain and turns, firing on Harry. Instinctively, Harry raises his wand, countering and the Elder Wand sails from Voldemort's hand, turning end-over-end, the spell ricocheting back on him. He stands, utterly still for a moment, his eyes on Harry, then drops. Dead.

It's quiet now we are all in the great hall, some huddled together in small groups, nursing their wounds. There are no tears, just quiet laughter and low conversation. Harry stands at the top of the Hall, surveying it all, and then begins to walk. The Weasleys huddle together, Ginny's head resting on her mother's shoulder, her eyes distant. The Malfoys sit in the shadows, avoiding eye contact. McGonagall steps into the aisle and gives him a hug, lightly touches his face, and then turns away, eyes glistening. Aberforth and Oliver Wood sit around goblets of something strong. Aberforth gives him a stoic nod.

He comes over to me and Hermione as we are regaling a few younger students with the tail of our time travelling with Harry as they hang on our every word. 

Dean and Seamus laugh together at a table. Filch communes with Mrs Norris. Flitwick and Sprout sit quietly, dazed. Cho looks up from a group of Ravenclaws and smiles faintly. Neville sits wearily, the Sword of Gryffindor still clutched limply in his hand. Luna sits down beside him. Close. Smiles and then Harry looks up and sees Hagrid filling the aisle. Tears in his eyes. He steps forward and wraps Harry in his massive arms. Harry winces, then Hagrid releases him, cuffs him on the arm and hobbles away, blowing his nose in a giant handkerchief. Harry watches him go, then turns, and sees Hermione Ron and I are now standing by the doorway watching him.

We walk together along the bridge that is full of broken knights and rocks, then stop, and look back at the battered castle in the distance. 

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

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

Ron gives her a screwy look as I just look at her confused. She shakes her head wearily and frowns. 

"Something my mum used to say," Hermione said as I rub her back. 

Harry studies her, absently playing his fingers over the Elder Wand. She looks over and nods to it as I see it.

 "Why didn't it work for him? The Elder wand," I asked it being the only mystery left  

"Because it answers to another," Harry said as we study him.

"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 in the Astronomy Tower. From that moment on, the wand answered to him. Until the other night when I disarmed Draco Harry said. 

"But that means..." Ron said as Harry nods. 

"It's mine," Harry said. 

"What do you reckon we should do with it?" Ron said. 

"What do you mean we?" I said. 

"I'm just saying. That's the ElderWand! It's the most powerful bloody wand in the world! With that, we could, we could--" Ron said but Hermione raises her hand and Ron stops.

Seeing that her eyes are fixed on Harry, who is staring at the wand, his concentration total. She studies his face for a long moment, and then as if coming to understand something begins to nod.

As Harry peers down at his hands, Ron and Hermione do as well, watching as he takes the ends of the wand and breaks it in two. Ron stares, stunned. Hermione smiles. I nod. Harry, his face a mask, simply turns and pitches the pieces over the edge of the viaduct. For a moment, we stand in silence, as if words would bring the bridge crashing down. Finally, Harry glances off at the ruins of the castle, smouldering in the distance. 

"Well, it wasn't boring, was it?" Harry said. 

Ron turns, ready with a reply, but whatever words were there briefly are gone before he can utter them. They all stare into the distance, giving themselves over to the silence. Then tentatively, tenderly fingers reach out Hermione's and brush mine and Harry's. We look over. See that her eyes are closed as if she were committing the moment to memory. They glance briefly at one another and then tentatively, tenderly interlace their own fingers with Hermione's, Harry with Ron's looking off and like her closing our eyes.

"We did it," Hermione said.