A/N- I haven’t been looking forward to this chapter, as I am worse at action/adventure scenes than I am with romance. I don’t really like the way it’s turned out, but I have rewritten this several times, and this was the best I could do.
Happily Ever After?
“No!” gasped Hermione. She couldn’t believe it, even if the proof was right in front of her. ‘I must be dreaming. Wake up!’ She pinched herself, and found that everything was very much real.
“Yes. Me.” David said, smiling. But it wasn’t like his usual smile that made Hermione smile back. Instead it made anyone who was unfortunate enough to see it shiver in fear.
“Why?” Was all Hermione could say, a look of horror and disgust on her face.
“My brother was one of the Death Eaters, but died in the battle, weak bastard that he is. I too would have joined the Dark Lord, but alas I was not able to leave my studies. My headmaster is not unlike your weak old muggle loving fool of a headmaster, and kept a close eye on me. But now I can create my own group of followers, and not make the mistakes the previous Dark Lord made. I will begin by destroying all the members of the Order, starting with you, Potter’s whore.” David said giving a laugh that matched his smile.
Hermione said nothing, but she was starting to feel afraid for herself and her unborn child.
“You thought it was Malfoy. He didn’t have the guts to kill Dumbledore or any of the filthy mudbloods like you. How could he have the guts to do something like this?” Hermione felt like throwing up. David had seemed like such a nice guy. How could he be the new dark lord?
“I shall enjoy killing you very much.” Hermione’s only response was to spit on the floor. David slapped her hard on the cheek. The force of the blow made her head turn to the side. “I knew you had spirit, mudblood. How long will it take for it to break? Perhaps if we kill you’re child. Crucio!” Hermione rolled around the floor screaming in pain. David was an especially powerful wizard, so it hurt even more than it had when Voldemort’s followers did it in the battle. The pain was so unbearable all Hermione could do was laugh.
“You find it funny? Crucio!” Hermione continued to laugh, though not as hard as before. When the curse once more wore away, David did it again and again and again, until Hermione stopped laughing, and felt as if she were to take any more, she would become insane like Frank and Alice Longbottom. Maybe even worse then they are.
Hermione knew that the child wasn’t dead yet, but would soon be. ‘I’m so sorry I failed you.’ She told it sadly as another curse was thrown her way. Perhaps it was just her imagination (after all, she had just gone through several torture spells) but she could have sworn she heard Harry’s voice say, “Alohomora!” And indeed a second later Harry stormed into the room, followed by Dumbledore, McGonagall, Mad-Eye Moody, Remus, and various other members of the order or aurors.
“Hermione!” Harry cried, rushing to her side. He didn’t even pay attention to David as he should have been.
“Avada Kedavra!” Time seemed to slow down as the bright jet of green light headed straight towards Harry. Without even thinking, Hermione pushed Harry out of the way, and everything went black.