Summer of Change (GxG) - A Hermione Fanfic

Chapter 4

After I calmed down, Andy and I had talked for what seemed like hours. Molly had been right by my side the entire time. She even got me more pumpkin juice that I had in my fridge.

Merlin, what would I do without Molly?

Oh! That's right!

I would still be on my bloody bathroom floor, that's what!

Eventually I handed the mobile phone back to Molly and let them talk. I had found out that they were quite close to one another. The Order had brought the two older witches together, and they grew even closer after the war was over.

I didn't mind them talking.

I was fine where I was.

I had once again taken Molly's lap and enjoyed the sensation of her hands in my hair. With the tender ministrations, I drifted off to sleep. My mind took me to a scene that haunted me. I had subconsciously checked out because of Dora's death, but my mind remembered.

I remembered the speech Voldemort gave Harry...

"Avada Kadavra!"

"Explliarmus!"

Spell met spell.

It was a cloudy day and their dueling lit up the sky. Everyone watched on, not wanting to interrupt this momentous occasion. It was history in the making. The wizarding world would look back on this day for centuries to come. They all knew about the prophecy. The-boy-who-lived would defeat the rising evil.

What they didn't know was that everything came with a price...

Harry and Voldemort were evenly matched.

Then Voldemort started speaking...

"You may be the boy-who-lived. Who sssssurvived me the firssssst. You may have a prophecy about defeating me... But thisssss issssn't a fairytale boy!"

Voldemort's green jet pushed Harry's spell back. The green looked like it was gaining ground against Harry's red. It coiled around the red like a snake on a hunt. Slow. Methodical. But so very keen on destroying what was in front of it.

Voldemort was using his emotions to fuel his power.

He was pushing himself to the very limits that weren't supposed to be crossed.

It was only a matter of time until either one of the wizards fell...

"You think of me asssss the villain and you the hero, but... who decided that! The fatesssss?! The Godssss and Goddessessss' who have abandoned usssss?! You will not win the day Potter! I will alwaysssss be. You may kill me. You may desssstroy my flessssh and bone, but I will alwayssss... BE! Nothing. And I mean nothing you or your little friendssss do will change that!!!!"

Voldemort's haunting words brought me out of the nightmare I was watching with a startling scream.

"It's ok. I've got you, dear. You're okay." Molly repeated soothingly as she rubbed my back.

I could feel my body shaking, sweat dripping from my hot skin, and my mouth was as dry as the Sahara Desert. I could feel tears flowing down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them. I couldn't stop what was happening. The nightmare was too fresh. It dominated my every waking thought.