Chapter 1 : This is the end...
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“Ron!” I jerked, that voice, so much like hers, caused me to stop but I didn't turn around, scared of what I would find. “Please, help us,” the voice was almost pleading and with a sigh I wiped my eyes before turning around.
There they were. Standing next to a pile of bodies, a look of exhaustion on there face and I started to run towards them. The closer I got the easier it was to recognise the faces of my In-laws, Elizabeth and Stephen Granger. They both looked scared, Stephen was holding onto his wife and I realised they wouldn't have a clue what was really happening. I had to help them; it would be my one last favour to Hermione before we all died. I finally took a good luck at where I was, it was dark but there was plenty of spells or fire to light up the confusion. It didn't take me long to realise that I wasn't going to be able to work out where I was from the building, most if not all were destroyed, only rubble and ash showing they had ever existed.
“What's going on? Where's our Hermione?” She asked but I just shook me head and motioned for them to follow me, if I started to talk now I'd never stop. Not about how after Voldermort died we were all lulled into a false sense of security, not about how all the Death Eaters escaped and recruited the giants and dementors and not about how the had planned world domination on every last man, women and creature that roamed the earth. They didn't care about being in charge any more, they didn't have a leader to take charge as far as I knew and they just wanted mass destruction. Nobody was safe and when people realised what was happening there was panic. People tried to run, hide there families and other, more foolish people, tried to fight. Like Harry. He had been one of the first to go, thinking he could stop them but he didn't even have time to lift his wand before a dementor got his soul, and then a giant finished him off. His green eyes had faded and his lips remained partly open, until he was flung against a building that was. That was when me and Hermione had planned to run, planned to hide away from it all for as long as we could. Everyone knew we were going to end, people were to panicked to think straight and the whole world was a mess but if we could have just bought a few extra days together...
“Excuse me son but could you please explain to us what exactly is going on?” Stephen interrupted my thoughts but I just kept on running, my feet pounding into the concrete ground, the rhythm filling my head. Da Dum, Da Dum, Da Dum, Da Dum. I suddenly stopped. Just ahead of us, bathed in the glow of a fire, was a group of three wizards and they all had there wands pointed at us. I reached for my wand even though it wouldn't do me much good when a feeling of calmness suddenly washed over me and I changed my mind and placed my hands by my sides instead. Stephen and Elizabeth seemed frozen next to me, like a rabbit caught in the face of a gun and I knew this was it, this was the end. I wasn't scared though, I felt strangely relaxed and as the man's lips moved the whole world seemed to freeze around me and the last thing I remember is a green light fading into white and Hermione beckoning me forward, a smile on her perfect face.
I was home.