Hermione's Journey

Chapter Four

"NOOOOOO!!!" I screamed. I ran uselessly towards Harry writhing on the ground. A cold, high voice laughed through the darkness. I didn't pay any attention to it as I pelted towards my best friend.

He stopped writhing just as I reached him, but he kept on twitching slightly.

"You're too late," Harry gasped, his forehead beaded with sweat, the anguish clear on his face. His scar shone dangerously and I felt a cold presence come up behind me.

"He's right," the voice that had laughed earlier hissed, "You're always too late." He pointed his wand at Harry.

"Hermione!" Harry yelled, "Go!" I grasped his hand tightly, tears streaming down my face.

"No," I choked out, "I told you at the beginning we were all in this together." I stood in front of Harry, looking into the snakelike face of the Dark Lord. The one everyone feared. The one who had killed so many, with no regret.

"Not Harry," I shook, not with fear, but with seething rage, "Kill me, not Harry." I couldn't believe how calm I sounded.

"Hermione!" Harry screamed, "No!"

"Harry's famed mud blood girlfriend," Voldemort hissed, amused, "I remember those words, the ones you just said, very clearly. Said by another mud blood girl like yourself. To save 'the Chosen One.' How many times must you let unpure women lay themselves down for you, Potter?" Harry winced as Voldemort spoke, but I refused to back down.

"You won't win," I clenched my fists and glared at Voldemort, "People like you never win."

"Hahaha, you humor me, girl," Voldemort's white face stared down at me, "Why don't people like me ever win?"

"You're not fighting for anything, not anything worth fighting for, anyway," I tried to show as much hate as I could through my eyes, "We fight for friends, home, and family. We fight for love, and you're trying to destroy all of that. That's why people like you never win.You can't understand love. You were conceived under a love potion! You will never know its power. More powerful than any magic you could conjure with a flick of a simple wand."Voldemort's face showed no emotion, although I think I might have seen the tiniest spark of something behind his slits for eyes.

"You trigger boredom in me, girl," he fingered his wand thoughtfully. I heard a noise behind me and spun to see Harry struggling to his feet, his wand out and pointed at him.

Voldemort raised his wand and flicked it. A green light shooting out of the end of it. He seemed to grab me and it lifted me into the air. I screamed as my limbs felt like they were being torn off and my head felt like it was being swelled. It seemed I was being twisted in angles I had never comprehended.

"Stop!" Harry pointed his wand at Voldemort unsteadily. Voldemort swished his wand again and a new wave of pain hit. It stopped immediately, though, and I felt myself fall to the ground.

I looked up just in time for Voldemort to point at Harry dramatically.

"Avada Kedavra." It almost came out as a whisper. A burst of green light shot out of the wand and blasted Harry straight through to the chest. He fell over like a rag doll.

I might've been screaming, I don't know. I just know that I was by his side instantly. But the light was gone from his eyes. His glasses were gone, lost somewhere, but I didn't care. I squeezed his hand and pressed it to my cheek. 

I didn't even make a move when Voldemort said the words a second time. I embraced the green light as it hit me, and the darkness, glad to finally be at peace, wanting to sleep forever.
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"Hermione!" a small voice called out, and I felt something shaking me.