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A Day She Thought Would Never Come - Chapter 01: A Window to the Past | | Author: | Suze | | Genre: | General | | Rating: | G | | Score: | 2.90476   | | Story: | **Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K Rowling, as do the places and other stuff.**
Chapter 1 – A window to the past
"Hmm," Hermione thought, straightening the cushions on her couch. She gazed around the sitting room. Everything was perfectly in its place. It had been a strange few years. She sank down onto the couch, reminiscing.
Seventh year had seen Harry Potter, now even more a hero than ever before, leave school and go around the world, slowly destroying parts of Lord Voldemort’s soul. This left Hermione on her own with Ron, where she slowly fell so deeply in love with him that it hurt. She was almost certain Ron felt the same. But both were too unsure to make a move.
Professor Minerva McGonagall, the temporary Headmistress, made Hermione head girl. Ernie Macmillan was made head boy. They worked well together and became a great help to poor Professor McGonagall who hadn’t got over the death of Albus Dumbledore, her truest and closest friend. Ron, much to his great delight, had been made Quidditch Captain due to the absence of Harry.
Hermione taught all the younger students Transfiguration, because it was much too much work for devastated Professor McGonagall. The Defence against the Dark Arts post was filled, once again, by Remus Lupin, much to the students delight, as he was the best teacher they had ever had (“Besides Harry, of course,” Hermione thought to herself with a smile.) Defence against the Dark Arts classes were doubled in frequency due to the dark times they were all going through.
Ron and Hermione wrote to Harry almost every day. It was odd not be able to go with him on his quest, but he insisted they finished school before they came to join him. Harry couldn’t tell them very much in his letters. During the Christmas holidays, they were all reunited at the Burrow. Harry informed them he had destroyed all the Horcruxes, all but one. Unfortunately, he couldn’t work out what the last one could be.
In May, Harry wrote to tell them he had figured it out. He was the last Horcrux. Both Ron and Hermione cried the evening they received this letter. They sat together curled up on the couch and cried. Ginny joined them when she realised. That evening was possibly the saddest evening in Hermione’s life so far.
School finished at the end of June. Hermione and Ron went immediately to Harry’s side. They wanted to be with him to finish this. The plan was, Harry would let Voldemort kill him and then Ron and Hermione were to kill Voldemort. Harry knew the end was coming soon. The tension was painful. The killings had increased and increased steadily until there was a sudden lull. For almost two months, there were no deaths.
Then suddenly, on the 31st July, it started. The Dark Mark shone high in the sky above Hogwarts, high enough for everyone to see. This time, though, it didn’t mean someone was already dead, it meant everyone was about to die. It signalled the start of the greatest war the wizard world would ever see. Wizards from all around grabbed their wands and apparated to Hogsmeade.
Hogwarts was surrounded. Death Eaters, Giants, Inferi, Dementors, and, most evil of all, Lord Voldemort. Fortunately, flocking to the scene, were even more wizards than attended the Quidditch World Cup. The streets of Hogsmeade, packed with wizards, all looked to Harry. After the death of Albus Dumbledore, Harry was now thought to be the most powerful wizard, next to Lord Voldemort. Harry climbed onto the roof of Honeydukes Sweet Shop.
He gave a speech that would have made an Army Commander proud. He taught new spells, new methods he had come up with for defeating Giants and Dementors. He taught old spells, spells he had learnt from the greatest wizard of all time, Albus Dumbledore. The good side ran into that battle so confidently, it brought a tear to Hermione’s eye to think upon it.
Each person surrounded by a Ring of Fire, to keep away Inferi and Dementors, those brave men and woman charged at the armies of evil. But a lone trio, ignoring the fighting between good and evil, were in search of just one man, knowing when this man was defeated, it would be finished. They found him. He was lurking in the Dark Forest on his own, undefended. Harry instructed Ron and Hermione to hide. He would figure them out too quickly if they all went charging in.
So, Ron and Hermione huddled together, terrified, hiding in Hagrid’s hut. They heard raised voices from the forest. The heard Harry attempt to disarm Voldemort unsuccessfully. They heard Voldemort yell “Avada Kedavra.” They saw an almighty flash of green light. They heard Harry fall to the ground. Then they saw Voldemort shoot another Dark Mark into the sky.
Hermione flung the door of Hagrid’s hut open and they sprinted out. Voldemort was running towards the school building. Hermione, with exceptional aim, even with the tears falling like a river down her cheeks, shot an amazing stunner at him which hit him square in the back. He toppled over and lay perfectly still. She set off towards the most evil man on the face of the earth, her eyes fixed, her stride determined. Then she faltered. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw nothing. Ron was gone. She reached Voldemort and yelled, her voice full of more hatred than ever before, “AVADA KEDAVRA!” A jet of green light shot from her wand and hit him between the eyes.
Her heart leapt then plunged deeper than ever before. Voldemort was dead. But so were Harry and probably Ron, her two best friends. Hermione lay down in the grass and cried.
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