Memories of a Headmistress: Final Battle

britt

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 04/10/2005
Last Updated: 04/10/2005
Status: completed

What happened when the Trio finally confronted Voldemort? Delve into Hermione's memory of the account. One in my series.

Chapters

1. Final Battle

1. Final Battle

A/N: This is one of the first in my series. They don't have to be read in succession, as they weren't written in succession.

Oh, these characters do not belong to me. They belong to JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, and Scholastic Books. I just set them right.

July 24, 2001

Today was the day. It would all end today with Voldemort's life, and over 6 years of war would become nothing more than a nightmare. Harry and I had discovered Voldemort's whereabouts a few days ago. At first Harry wanted to charge in, wand blazing, but I knew better. A strike like this would take planning, and Harry knew that; so Ron and I started building a battle plan. Today was the day set for the raid on Hogwarts of all places.

Yes, I'd hoped to return to Hogwarts one day, but not like this. I should have known that it would have come down to this though after Voldemort seized our beloved school days after our departure from its hallowed halls.

I rolled over on my side so that I could watch Harry sleep for a bit. These days, the only peace he got was when he slept. It was only when he was asleep that he looked his 20 years. I looked out the window of our home in Godric's Hollow and saw the sun just beginning to rise over the horizon. Soon, was my only thought, but was soon followed by a panic of what would happen if things went wrong and I lost my dear husband instead.

True to fashion, Harry woke up, sensing my distress, and he just held me. It's not fair, we're only starting our 20s, yet we've seen more death and destruction than 4 lifetimes should hold. Eventually the clock nearby chimes 8, and we leave the protectiveness of each others' embrace to get ready for our raid. Since we're doing this as aurors, we dress in our auror battle robes. I tuck a small dagger in my boot, just as Harry slips one of his wands up his sleeve into the magical holster issued to us at the academy a few years ago.

As soon as we're ready, we leave our home and apparate to the meeting place, the Burrow. Ron's there waiting for us with a stoic look on his face; not at all looking like the carefree man he normally is. I guess war changes things. Luna and his mother stand watching us from the kitchen window, looking at us sadly as if they know this could be the very last time they see us alive. With a sad smile, the three of us apparate again over to a small forest just outside of Hogsmeade. Our troops are waiting for us, all of them looking grim; some are extremely nervous, others anticipating the action we're about to take. Then, Harry gives them his speech:

“I know that it seems we're about to do the impossible. Hogwarts is highly defended, and Voldemort is among the most powerful in the world. However, we have a great advantage over him. While he fights for power and personal gain, we fight for something even greater. We fight for life, freedom from this dark oppression, and most importantly love. Let us end this war, and end Voldemort's terror forever!”

With his speech over, the many wizards and witches assembled start cheering wildly and the three of begin to lead them from the forest, through Hogsmeade, and up the familiar path to Hogwarts.

It's near the gates that we reach our first obstacle, as a group of trolls waits for us. Luckily, we'd been trained in combating them, and took them down without a casualty on our side. As we ran up the grounds, the Deatheaters began pouring out of the old castle and the battle was on. Ron, Harry and I separated from our troops, and led the charge, using the many skills that we had learned from training. I worked on shielding while Harry and Ron shot off curses. It didn't take long for us to reach the doors of the Great Hall, which Harry blasted open.

More Deatheaters were waiting for us, but they were so surprised by the explosion that we were able to take down a few of them without a problem. Spells whizzed by our heads and things exploded all around us as we fought our way to the Great Hall. Unfortunately, just as we approached the Great Hall, a deatheater hidden in the shadows got a stunner off on Ron. I incapacitated the deatheater, and then moved Ron safely out of the way of falling debris. I promised Luna that I wouldn't let anything happen to him, so I wasn't going to wake him up and let him follow Harry and I into what could be the very last battle of our lives. I said my goodbyes to Ron, whom was now safely hidden away, before I joined Harry back at the doors of the Great Hall, where he was waiting for me.

His eyes betrayed him, and spoke volumes on how he doesn't want me to follow him, but he knows better. We hug each other tightly in this short reprieve while our troops battle deatheaters outside. After a short kiss, and whispered “I love you”s we separate and together blow open the doors of the Great Hall.

Inside, only Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort wait for us. Bellatrix cackles at us.

“Oh look, it's Potty and his mudblood bride. Come to die so soon?”

“It's you that will die Bellatrix!” Harry yelled out.

With that, Harry shot off an AK curse at Bellatrix, and she was so stunned that it hit her, and she died. Voldemort seemed to find it amusing.

“Well done, Potter. Didn't think you had it in you. Then again, after all your exploits, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you can kill just as coldly as I do.”

Harry bowed his head in shame, until I put my hand on his shoulder to remind him what we were fighting for.

“This ends,” Harry started, “tonight. No longer will you plague us with your dark presence.”

At this Voldemort really began laughing. “No Potter, it will be you that dies today. The Potter clan will die too, starting with your precious mudblood wife.”

I'm so shocked that Voldemort makes reference to me, that I am unable to react in time to a curse that Voldemort shot at me. Next thing I know is that I can't see anything anymore. I can hear Harry's distress, and Voldemort laughing. As I try to regain my bearings, using my hearing only as I was blind, I fail to react to Harry telling me to duck and move. As a result, a searing pain rips through my chest, and I know no more as I fell..

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