The space around her began to change dramatically. The spaces of light and dark began to meld into each other and started to take form. Some became a brick wall of a building, and then there was the trash can and then two other forms down beside it. At first she couldn’t work out what it was, but it began to sharpen and she saw that it was two people, one holding the other. Draco and . . . herself. He sat slumped on the floor holding her limp body in his arms, shuddering with every sob that escaped. It was a terrible sight for Hermione to see but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her own body that appeared dead. Her legs were sprawled, her arms lay limp and her head and shoulders were held in Draco’s arms while he rocked her, back and forth, sobbing over her dead body. She noticed the terrible burn mark on her arm where Voldemort had grabbed her. It was black and charred and looked terrible. She began to cry at the sight of Draco – so sad – over her body. She wanted to tell him that she was fine; she was ok, that he was in danger! But her time had run out when a sudden black mist appeared beside Draco and turned into the body of the most dangerous wizard who ever lived.
Draco spun around when he felt the cold presence of Voldemort against his back. He laid Hermione’s dead body on the ground gently and turned to face him. He sneered at the evil grin that played on his face.
“You . . . YOU KILLED HER!!! I . . . I’LL KILL YOU!!!” he screamed at him and Voldemort just smiled.
“No, young Mr Malfoy, it will be you who dies and with you, so will she!” he hissed, enjoying every minute of this torture.
“What . . . what do you mean?” Draco asked.
“She is not dead! But she dies every minute that she is away and her time is almost up – are you listening Miss Granger?” said Voldemort and he cackled at the look on both of their faces. For although she could see Voldemort and Draco, Draco could not see her magical form standing right beside him – his invisible comrade in war.
“You lie . . . YOU LIAR!!!” In his anger, Draco shot the killing curse at Voldemort. He merely apparated away and then appeared again only a few feet from where he was. His face became serious and he held out his wand, pointing it straight at Draco.
“I’ll show you how it’s done!” and the killing curse flew straight at Draco’s heart. Hermione panicked, she didn’t know what to do as she watched the curse fly straight towards the man she loved. So she did the first thing that came to mind – she jumped. She jumped in front of Draco, shielding his body with her own – only it was her magic that shielded him, not her body! She braced for the impact . . . but it didn’t come. She turned around and everything was as if he hadn’t shot the curse at all. But he obviously had because both Draco and Voldemort looked stunned.
“Wha . . . what?” Draco asked. But Voldemort sneered as his obvious unsuccessful killing.
“Stupid girl! Your magic repelled it!” he spat at Hermione – looking straight at her. “There are other ways to kill him!” Hermione was still totally unsure of what had really happened but she now knotted her eyebrows in defiance – she wouldn’t let him kill him. But she was caught off guard as the confused Draco buckled over in pain – just like her father and mother had. He groaned and held his stomach in pain. Hermione panicked ‘No . . . not again . . . not him!!!’
“Stop . . . no . . . don’t do it!!!” she screamed at Voldemort, her tears coming down again.
“You wished to challenge me girl? This is your own fault!!!” he yelled. Draco cried out in pain and his helplessness. Hermione cried and knelt down beside him, trying to help him. But he couldn’t see or hear her and when she tried to touch him, her hand just passed straight through his body. She was helpless and he was alone. Her attention turned to Voldemort again as Draco’s cries grew louder and more excruciating by the moment.
“Leave him alone – it’s me you want!!!” she said forcefully but Voldemort just grimaced and continued with his torturing of Draco. She screamed again “LEAVE HIM ALONE!” she advanced on the wizard, but in spite of her, he worsened Draco’s pain. With her anger burning and Draco’s pain sounding in the background, her magical glow grew brighter and brighter and the little blue particles that made up her form began to buzz around faster and faster. She felt her magic grow more and more and she once again felt that sensational feeling of lightness. Voldemort was watching her a little but most of his attention was on the torturing of Draco Malfoy. He laughed as Draco began to weaken and his fight against the pain gave way to his exhaustion. Hermione couldn’t allow this – she said she wouldn’t let him die. She would keep her word no matter what!
That’s when she did the craziest thing yet – she ran at Voldemort. Full pelt. Her magic then began to race as fast as her – shooting around in the confines of where her body would normally be. Only moments from Voldemort and then something happened. Her blue particles that represented her magic burst forth from the seams of her bodily form and she was scattered as her magic melded around Voldemort’s newly found body. He screamed as he released Draco from the pain and focused on his own which coursed through his body. How could this happen to him? Hermione had lost her self for a while and all she could feel was the space where she was spread and her anger to stop Voldemort. He couldn’t stand the pain any more so he retreated with a few final words.
“This isn’t over yet . . .” he yelled and then he was gone in a cloud of dark mist Hermione was still adrift and she couldn’t feel anything but the enormous amount of power that was her own. Draco struggled to move from his position on the ground and it was then that Hermione knew she had to get back into her real body. For him. She focused on her scattered form and it began to come together – blue particles from one side coming to form an arm or a leg and soon she was her self again as the last of the particles collected together, but she still required one more thing – her real body. She walked over to where her physical body lied on the dirty ground. She looked as though she was asleep but she obviously wasn’t because she wasn’t breathing. She looked down on herself and then she felt a feeling of being drawn in. The magical specks rushed into her physical body and then all she saw was darkness.
Hermione opened her eyes and all she felt was pain. Her chest ached, her arms ached and she had a splitting headache. She drew her first giant rasping breath as the air filled her lungs. She went over in her mind what had really happened whilst she caught her breath. She felt her fingers and toes tingle as the blood began to rush again. But then she remembered . . . ‘Draco’. She forced herself to move . . . she had to for his sake. ‘Is he alive?’ She crawled to where he lied, his breath rattling and his arms shaking as he tried to get up.
“Draco . . .” she whispered and slowly his head turned to look at her. He looked her in the eyes and then he looked down again. He began to cry again and she moved closer to him. “Don’t . . . please . . .” she croaked. Though his head remained downward cast, his hands snaked around her back and held her close against him. He cried a little harder.
“I thought you were dead!” he sobbed and she wrapped her arms around him and together they sat in the dark alleyway until she had told him everything that had happened.
They walked out of the alleyway together into what looked like a war scene. She noticed the Aurors that were popping in and around the scene, trying to capture any Death Eaters they could. It looked as though most of The Hunters had retreated as now only the Aurors were fighting. Bodies were strewn all over the road, sparks still flying in the distance as the uninjured battled on. Hermione could only just make out Harry to be one of the battlers off in the distance.
“Draco, we have to help him!” Hermione yelled. She tried to rush forward but Draco held her back.
“No. Your hurt, tired and your needs are bigger than his!!! You’re staying here with me.” he ordered.
“But . . .”
“NO!” he ordered and pulled her down onto the kerb beside himself. She smiled weakly at his obvious concern. They sat in silence beside each other and mentally went over what had happened this night.
“Hermione?” asked Draco.
“Hmmm?” she replied, her head resting from her exhaustion on Draco’s shoulder as they watched the dying battle from afar.
“You told me what happened, but you didn’t tell me why it happened.” she looked up at him.
“I don’t know why it happened. But he’s going to keep coming after me no matter what – and I don’t even know why!” she said.
“He won’t get you! He can’t, after today – I’m never letting you go again!” said Draco and she smiled at him again and then rested her head back on his shoulder. “Hermione . . . I love you too!” he whispered and her head shot up to look at him. She tried to speak but couldn’t find the words. “You said, back there in the club, that you loved me and . . . I love you too.” Finally a smile broke on her face.
“I love you Draco!” and she wrapped her arms around him and they held each other.
“I love you Hermione and I promise from now on, nothing will happen to you! We’ll get to the bottom of this and we’ll find out why you’ve been followed! I promise you’re safe with me!” She curled up in his arms while they sat on the kerb of the massive murder scene. For once in her life, she was ready for whatever came her way because she had someone there to help her all they way.
Authors Note: Well, there it is! Don’t kill me. I know it’s not a very satisfactory ending – just make do with it until the next story – which is out and completed by the way! So! Please review – I’d love to hear what you have to say!
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