Chapter 3 : Recollection
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“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” Arthur Weasley shrieked at her.
“I-I didn’t! How did he get here, I thought-I thought-“
“You’ve killed him, Hermione. You killed Harry!”
“No! No, I didn’t, I swear I didn’t!” Hermione pleaded. “He was here, I opened the door, and he was here! I don’t know how he was here, he’s been dead for five years!”
“Don’t be stupid, girl,” Bill said. He and his father disapparated quickly.
“They’ll be going to the ministry, they will. And you’ll get your punishment. You killed Harry, you insufferable slut!” Ginny said, narrowing her eyes at Hermione. Hermione backed further into the room as the Weasley clan closed in on her.
“You’ve got to believe me, I didn’t do this, Ginny, you know he’s dead! I don’t know what’s going on here, but I know he’s dead!”
“He is dead, because you killed him.”
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE! Stop accusing me, stop saying I killed him, I didn't, damnit, I didn't do it! He has been dead for five years!” Hermione didn’t have time to think, she couldn’t breathe, she just knew she had to get out as fast as possible. With a pop, she disapparated from the burrow and apparated into the black night. She began to run as fast as she could away from whoever might find her. Finally free, she let hot tears fall down her cheeks. She ran at least a mile in a meadow before she found a cluster of trees. She knew where she was only because there was only one place left she could go to try and figure out what was going on- Luna and Neville Longbottom. Their house was still about two miles away, and she stopped to collect her thoughts. No matter how much magic one possessed, it was absolutely impossible to bring anyone back from the dead. So how was it that Harry’s lifeless form had appeared five years after being lost forever? Hermione sat down next to a large tree and began to recount in her head the last moments of Harry’s life.
“We’ll see how brave you are, Potter!” Voldemort hissed in amusement as he pointed his wand toward Professor Minerva McGonagall. The Death Eater she’d been dueling with watched in surprise as her body sped toward his Master. Cloak billowing behind her, she fell in a heap at the Dark Lord’s feet. Voldemort smiled, a most rare sight, as he pointed his wand in the other direction. Soon, a woman with long, straight maroon hair fell next to the professor. Tonks had come to join her. He then pointed his wand in the direction of Hermione Granger, who looked up in horror as Voldemort smiled widely at her.
But, to the surprise of everyone in the room, including Voldemort himself, a quick flash and a blur pushed Hermione out of the way of the summoning spell Voldemort had issued. There was no time to wonder what had happened, as he continued to successfully block all of Harry’s spells. Ron was nowhere in sight, so Voldemort pulled the closest Weasley he could find- Charlie Weasley sped across the room and landed with the two women. Voldemort stood all three of the unconscious bodied up and put them around himput them around him as a shield of sorts. Each was strategically placed so that if Harry fired a curse at Voldemort, it would hit one of his friends first.
“Now, stupid boy, how are you going to kill me now?” There was no room to aim between the bodies, and everyone else was too preoccupied to realize what was going on.
“Leave them alone! They have nothing to do with you or me! Let us fight like real men and stop this nonsense!” Harry screamed, trying to sound dignified. Underneath the rough exterior he had never been more frightened- or more angry- in his life. His hair, which usually stuck up in an array of different directions, was now matted to his forehead; glued by perspiration emitted by his tiring body. The green eyes that were usually so clear were presently clouded with fear and hatred. His shirt was ripped and hanging off his shoulder, revealing the deep slashes in his bare chest. Blood oozed out of his cuts, and his face was dirtied with dried blood. Around him, the Great Hall of Hogwarts was alive and animated with death. The four house tables were broken into pieces where stray curses had hit them. Harry was standing mere feet from Voldemort, but it felt as though it were a mile.
“They have everything to do with you, boy, and you know it.” Voldemort jabbed Charlie with his wand and woke him up.
“What-“ but before he had time to ask what had happened, Voldemort had muttered crucio, and he began to writhe and shake, still standing by the power of the tyrant’s magic. Harry quickly glanced at his surroundings and noticed that every surviving member of the order was engaged in a rough battle with a Death Eater. The only thing between Voldemort and Harry was three of his closest friends and advisors.
“Does it bother you, Potter, that you can’t get to me? Does it make you seethe? Are you jealous that I can play such an enticing of hide and seek and you can’t?” The words taunted Harry’s very existence, and out of rage for the snake who had unceremoniously killed so many, he screamed the appropriate words “Avada Kedavra!” Without time to realize what he had done, he watched as Tonks was hit with his green burst of light. She fell to the ground with a thump, and Harry cried out in horror.
“You godforsaken little fuck!” He screamed, staring at his enemy as hatred surged through him. He’d killed Nymphadora Tonks- Remus Lupin’s one true love, and the uncontested optimist of the Order. His muscles made to run to his fallen friend, but his mind told him that losing his footing would be disastrous to the Order’s attack.
“I see you’ve never played Russian roulette before, Potter,” Voldemort’s voice came quietly. Harry knew that the voice was inside his own head, as though it was his conscience talking to him. “Perhaps you’d like to try again?” And then, as though Voldemort was a five year old playing tag or hide and seek, he ran from behind the two remaining bodies, and then ran back for cover. Harry had never seen such a site; it was almost as though Voldemort was forgetting his place as the venerable and exalted Dark Lord. It was sloppy.
“Care to try to hit me again Potter?” Harry smirked. His reflexes were unprecedented- it was exactly why he made such a good seeker on the quidditch field.
“Try me, Riddle. I can’t imagine you leaving this place alive.” Voldemort’s eyes narrowed.
“You dare address me by that name!” He shrieked. “You insolent fool.” He shot a killing curse at Harry, but Harry, who had finally become proficient in occlumency and legilimancy, successfully dodged the spell. While he had mastered the basics of these two subjects, one thing that held him back from truly excelling was his inability to control his intense emotions. This made the current situation all the more grave, because Harry could very easily be pushed over the edge.
“We’ll be playing like this all day. Accept your imminent defeat,” Harry yelled. His senses were growing weary and desperation began to creep in.
“You’re arrogant, you’re so arrogant, Potter. I’ve heard, from certain people, that your father was just as arrogant as you. However, when he died, he had no fancy speech. Do you know how much he begged for his life? Cried, bawled like a woman, your father did.” Harry had had enough, and once again, he shot another killing curse as Voldemort ran from behind his barrier. The curse narrowly missed him and Charlie Weasley dropped to the ground. Harry was too blind with rage to notice that another of his friends had lost his life.
“You bastard!” he screamed, staring into Voldemort’s cold eyes. Harry knew it would come down to this. Their wands were too in sync to be able to defeat the other. Still, it was worth another shot. Harry wasn’t close enough yet to carry out his final plan.
“Come on, Potter. Two down, one to go. How about I tell you what I’d like to do to your mudblood Granger before she dies?” He began to describe, in explicit detail, the rape and sacrifice of Hermione Granger. Hermione gasped as she listened; real, unadulterated fear grasped at her heart as she heard the violent words come from the mouth of the vile creature. Harry, reacting predictably, unable to control his emotions, let the killing curse slip that killed his Transfiguration teacher and closest mentor. He began to laugh wildly and reached down into his pocket. Suddenly, Voldemort wasn’t so cocky anymore as Harry approached closer. Hermione watched as Harry bravely got as close as anyone had ever gotten to the Dark Lord. Voldemort began to shoot curses at Harry in every direction. Blocking them all, Harry stuck out his left hand, and aimed straight at Voldemort’s heart.
"This is for Dumbledore, you sick son of a bitch." He pulled the trigger, and Voldemort fell victim to a device that killed muggles everyday. There was no spell to prevent it, nothing to stop it. The bullet lodged deep into his chest and he fell to the ground, dead. Tom Marvolo Riddle, son of Merope Gaunt and Tom Riddle, had died a muggle death at the hands of Harry Potter. The fighting stopped immediately as everyone looked around. Hermione got up in amazement, and she ran to Harry’s side.
“DON’T! DON’T TOUCH ME!!!!!” He screamed, and he walked over to his three sacrifices, who had given their lives so bravely in the time of need. He leaned down and shut all six eyes.He leaned down and shut all six eyes. "I am so sorry...I am so terribly sorry." He knelt before them and embraced each of the cold bodies. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the man who saved the wizarding race, sobbed over the victims who had unintentionally lost their lives at his own hands. Hermione watched, tears streaming down her face.
“It’s over, Harry. You did it. You saved us all,” she said quietly.
“For you it is over. For me, I will live with this for my entire life. Forever, I will be famous, even more so, but no one will ever know what-what treachery I have done.” Harry straightened up and hugged one of the best friends he had ever known. “I love you, Hermione. Take care of Ron, he loves you more than you can ever know.” Hermione shot him a puzzled look as Harry stumbled over to Ron’s figure. He was stunned on the ground, Hermione’s handy work, after a rather violent attack from a Death Eater. Harry revived him. “Ron, mate, brother, I love you. Take care of yourself, and your family. And tell Ginny that I love her more than words could possibly express.”
“Tell me yourself,” Ginny smiled at him as Harry turned around.
“Ginny, please don’t watch.” Her smile melted away as she looked at him in concern.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“I love you so much, I want our good memories to live.”
“You don’t- you can’t possibly-“ Harry kissed Ginny’s lips to quiet her.
“Harry! This isn't your fault. They died bravely, it could have easily have been any of us, you had a job to do, and you did it wonderfully. Don't blame yourself. Stop this, come inside, we’ll celebrate,” Hermione said so that only Harry could hear. The rest of the room was in cheers as the war had finally come to an end. All those who were on the good side were whooping and cheering, hugging and crying. The Death Eaters had all ran as fast as they could. Harry looked at all of his friends and smiled weakly.
“There will be no celebration for me. I love you all, tell everyone I’m sorry.”
Hermione was sobbing now, rocking back and forth. The memory was so explicit, burned into the back of her eyelids. The rain was falling in sheets around her, but she knew she had to continue on with her journey. She quickly got up, tried to refocus, and ran as fast as she could to the Longbottom’s residence.
She decided to peek into the windows before ringing the doorbell. Inside the living room, the couple was embracing next to their cold fire place. Hermione listened closely through the open window.
“I’ve got to go in to the ministry, they’ve put out a warrant for the arrest of Hermione Granger.”
“As well they should, she deserves to die at the hands of the dementors for what she did. Too bad they aren’t around anymore.” Luna laughed evilly, kissing her husband passionately before he walked out the door. Hermione turned her back to the window and felt herself slide down the wall. She had no friends left. No one could help her, no one was her ally in this alternate universe. She decided that the only way she could affirm her sanity was by breaking into the ministry’s records department and obtaining Harry’s death certificate. It would be difficult, as they would be out looking for her, but it might be quite the surprise for their fugitive to show up at the ministry. Hermione sighed and realized that this was the only way, and so she set out in the darkness for London.
A/N:Hey all, what did you think? Let me know by reviewing, I update faster that way! And if there are any grammatic mistakes, I am soooo sorry, I proofread twice, and the damn internet kept timing out and so I lost it all! grrr!
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