The following is an Alternate Version (AV) of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
It take certain excerpts from the book and changes them slightly so that the outcome of the book will be slightly different.
While the final outcome of the story will be the same (Voldemort will be dead) there will be several key changes.
This fanfic will be installed in Chapters, and after the final Chapter is written will again be posted as one post.
Also, sections of the story may be modified (or left out) to help move the story along (such as starting towards the end of the book.)
I hope you enjoy, and comments/criticisms/etc. are welcome.
Chapter 1
We Pick up Deathly Hallows on Christmas Eve when Harry and Hermione have just found Harry's parents graves.
Harry began to weep silently after Hermione’s flowers settled onto his parent’s graves. Here, it had been here that his parents had died, and it was on Christmas Eve that he found them, the irony. He continued to cry for several moments, and only looked up when he heard Hermione sniff.
He looked up to realize that she had walked over to him, but looked to be even worse than he felt. He gazed up into her eyes, and saw that she also had tears tracing rivers down her face.
Putting his arms around her and pulling her close Harry asked her: “Why are you crying?”
Hermione wouldn’t answer him, she simply pulled him tighter against him so that he could see her face. And her silent sobs shook him.
After a few moments she looked up at Harry with her tear streaked eyes and said. “Harry, you’ve been through so much, and asked so little.” Taking a deep breath she continued: “You’re even willing to put other people’s happiness above your own.”
Harry looked at her, slightly puzzled, what was she getting at?
“Harry, I’ve seen you watching me.” She said pointedly – but she was having trouble looking angry because she was still crying.
That didn’t stop Harry from turning bright red. “You’ve wha….I mean…” he stammered and then said several other non word words before he shut up.
Hermione giggled just a little but that still didn’t stop her crying. “Harry, haven’t you wondered why I stayed with you?”
Now Harry was really confused, he had been wondering why she would stay when the person she obviously liked had left. “To be honest,” he stammered again “I’m just glad you didn’t leave.”
Her lip quivered and she began to sob again, and buried her head in his cloak. “Harry.” She said. “I...I…”
But what ever she was going to say froze in her throat before she could say it, because a figure was moving towards them beckoning them closer... _________________ The boy who lived marries the wrong girl.
The girl whom he loves can not be his.
Harry, and Hermione...shoulda been!
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After escapeing Voldemort at Godric’s Hallow Harry and Hermione have been moveing from place to place nightly, we pick the story back up after they have just apperated under Harry’s Invisibility cloak.
Harry looked around from under the Invisibility Cloak. “Where are we?” asked Harry.
“The Forest of Dean.” Hermione said as she pulled a little closer to him. “I came here with my parents once on Holiday.”
Harry just nodded and they stood there neither one moving. It took Harry a moment before he realized that Hermione hadn’t yet let go of his hand. In fact, he thought she’d been staying close to him ever since Christmas Eve a few nights ago. Finally, as if realizing what she was doing she gently pulled her hand away and said:
“We’d better set up camp.” And after another minute or two of just standing still they took off the cloak. Hermione shakily held out her wand as if expecting someone to jump out at them, but no one did. They had the camp set up quickly because darkness was coming fast.
Harry watched Hermione as she glanced anxiously out the tent every few seconds. There escape Voldemort and Nagini had seemed to make her extra jittery. Herminoe also said that she thought she could hear people moving around outside the tent – the funny thing was, Harry thought he heard them as well.
“Hermione,” he said gently. “It’s ok.” She glanced back at him but then shivered. “Look, go get into bed, I’m taking first watch tonight, you need to sleep.” She nodded and went to change. Harry made sure he had the pouch and Horcrux around his neck and then went to open the tent flap.
“Harry.” She called in a quite voice. He turned around and saw her huddled in the lower bunk. “Please don’t go far, I’m scared.” He gave her what he hoped would be a reassuring smile and answered: “Don’t worry, I won’t go far, and I know your worried about Ron, but I’m sure he’s alright.”
She bit her lip as if to say something, thought better of it and then just nodded and laid down. He turned lifted the tent flap and took a step outside.
“Wait!” She called after him. He turned around to look at her, this time she was curled up under the sheets. “Yes?” he asked, a little puzzled. But once again she bit her lip, “Never Mind, I’ll tell you later.” She then turned over. Harry stood there a moment longer to make sure she wouldn’t need him.
Then as almost an after thought he grabbed Hermione’s wand – after all, his was in two pieces. Taking a last look around to make sure everything was in order he stepped outside the tent and settled down to take watch. ‘I think tonight I’ll let her sleep and I’ll watch through the night…’ _________________ The boy who lived marries the wrong girl.
The girl whom he loves can not be his.
Harry, and Hermione...shoulda been!
Having just been the receivers of Wormtail’s last gift we again join the Harry and Ron as they are charging back up the the main floor in Malfoy Manner.
“…And I think,” said Bellatrix. “we can dispose of the Mudblood. Grayback take her if you want her.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOO” Bellowed Ron as he charged from their hideing place. He pointed his wand at Bellatrix and screamed “Expelliarmus!” Harry, who had followed him out of hiding, dove and caught her wand.
Bellatrix let out a mirthless laugh and both Harry and Ron turned to look at her, and froze in terror. For Bellatrix now held Hermione in front of her like a shield, a silver knife pressed to her throat.
“So we have a pair of heroes do we?” she taunted them. Then snarling she screamed “Drop your wands, or this filthy mudblood dies here and now, and my sister will have to get a new carpet.” She laughed a little at her own joke.
And something inside him snapped, he had always hated hearing Hermione called a mudblood, but for some reason he hated it all the more this time. Maybe it was because of what Bellatrix had said, maybe it was because Hermione had been his friend and had stood up for him when he was called names and he’d never had the chance to repay her, or maybe it was because of her eyes, her eyes pleading for him to save her.
Plink.
Glancing sideways and saw that Ron had dropped his wand his face was ashen and he looked like he was about to be sick. “I WILL KILL HER!” Bellatrix screamed at Harry and as if to prove this point she pressed the knife harder into Hermione’s throat and Harry saw blood flow from the cut.
Hate burned in him as he glared up at Bellatrix, but there was nothing he could do, and just as he was about do drop his wand something caught his eye, he saw the chandelier shake, ever so slightly, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a very scared, but very determined house elf – Dobby had returned.
“FOOL!” Bellatrix screamed again, “NOW SHE DIES!” But at that second the chandelier began to fall and Bellatrix’s attention was distracted for just a moment. “Expelliarmus!” Harry shouted. The silver knife flew from her hand, but she dove to the side and suddenly Malfoy was upon Harry.
Some how malfoy had managed to get close enough that he could leap on top of Harry and suddenly Harry was again fighting for his life. But by pure luck Malfoy left himself open and Harry hit him in the face hard.
Blood flew from Malfoy’s newly broken nose and Harry ripped away the wand in his Hand, then stooping to pick up both Wormtail’s and Bellatrix’s old one when he heard Hermione scream again.
Harry looked up in time to see Greyback stalking toward her, no wand out, but a look of utter madness in his eyes. He was getting the girl, no matter what happened to the rest of them. A glance in Ron’s direction told him there was no chance that Ron could help, Malfoy’s father was sending curse after curse at him.
Turning back to Greyback he saw that Hermione was on her back, fighting for all she was worth, desperate to keep Greyback from biting or scratching her. Harry charged and almost faltered when he heard Greyback talking
“Give up little girl, no one is coming to save you.” “You are nothing but filth to them, not even a true witch, just a little girl playing magic.” Hermione continued to struggle but was loosing her strength rapidly “But I,” Greyback cooed. “I will take you and make you my bride and then you will be worth something.” At this Hermione screamed again, but could not fight back anymore.
“Oy! Dungface, you’re a little old for her aren’t you!” Harry called out, and Greyback looked at him just as Harry jumped and landed a strong kick in his face. Howling, Greyback was thrown off Hermione and slammed into the wall.
“I’m coming Harry.” Called Ron who was still dodging curses from Lucius. “NO!” Harry bellowed back, get Griphook and get out of here!” And as almost an after thought he tossed Wormtail’s wand to him.
Harry didn’t have time to see if Ron had caught the wand because Greyback had gotten to his feet and lunged at Harry. Now the two of them were rolling around on the ground, Harry doing is best to hold Greyback’s arms pinned against his sides, but Greyback did manage to land a hard kick to Harry’s ribs.
Harry heard a pop that told him Ron was gone and then heard an even more chilling noise.
“It’s only the Mudblood and Potter left, get them.”
And in the brief second after Lucius Malfoy had said that Greyback rolled the wrong direction and Harry was able to head butt him in the stomach. Greyback slackened his grip enough for Harry to scramble free. He grabbed Dobby and unceremoniously tossed him to Hermione – who was just getting to her feet. As he was reaching for her hand though she screamed and pointed.
Not even thinking, as he turned he yelled “STUPIFY!” and caught Greyback full in the chest with the two wands still in his hand. Greyback flew across the rom and slammed into the wall bring a picture of a nasty witch down on top of him.
And then they had no time because Bellatrix was upon them lifting her silver knife to throw at them. Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand and half twirled, half rolled and they were dissaperateing. The last thing he saw was a streak of sliver…. _________________ The boy who lived marries the wrong girl.
The girl whom he loves can not be his.
Harry, and Hermione...shoulda been!
Harry, Ron and Hermione have finished making plans for their brake into Gringotts and it’s the night before they along with Griphook the goblin will be attempting the robbery. We join Harry as he is walking up to his room.
A thousand thoughts were passing through Harry’s head as he climbed the stairs: did they have enough Polyjuice potion, would his new wand really work like Ollivander said it would, would–– his thoughts were interrupted by the shouting that he heard coming from the upstairs bedroom.
He moved up the stairs to hear what was going on.
“––ELIEV YOU! He heard Hermione scream.
“ME? WHAT DID I DO?” Ron hollered back.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Hermione. “Maybe it had to do with the fact that you didn’t do anything to help me back at Malfoy’s house.”
“Right, when Bellatrix was holding that knife to your throat I should have tried to stun her, ya, that sounds like a good idea.”
“At least Harry didn’t drop his wand.” Hermione said “What ––“
“NOT HARRY AGAIN!” Ron bellowed. “All I’m hearing is Harry this, Harry that.” “Ever since I came back you’ve been like his bloody girlfriend.”
“Ron” stammered Hermione “You left, you deserted your best friend, and you deserted ME!” “How would you have liked it if I had walked out?”
“Well you didn’t did you” he retorted. “No, you stayed, you chose him.”
“Ron,” she almost seemed to be pleading now. “I told him I would stay; I promised him I would stay.” “And you said you would too!”
“Ya?” Ron said nastily. “Well I came back, ya know, I came back.” “But what do I come back to?” And suddenly he faltered and he didn’t say another word.
Hermione seemed to pick up on this, because her next question had a more careing sound to it. “Ron, please tell me what you saw that night you came back.” “You’ve hinted that it was something that had to do with all three of us, what was it?”
Ron was just silent. Not saying a word. But Harry knew what he was talking about. The night Ron had returned, the night he’d seen the silver doe, he, Harry, and Ron had destroyed the locket that had held one of Voldemort’s Horcrux’s.
He had told Ron destroy it. Told him that it should be his to do, because he had gotten the sword. And then Harry had opened the Horcrux, and it was like nothing he had ever imagined.
The Horcrux had taken the shape of himself and Hermione, taunting Ron saying that there was no way the Ron could be equal to Harry. Letting Ron know that he was nothing compared to Harry.
But that wasn’t even the worst of it, the part that got to Ron happened when the Horcrux Harry and Horcrux Hermione had started talking about why they would always be together and not Ron and Hermione, and how Harry was a better person for Hermione, and then they had kissed.
Harry had screamed at Ron to destroy the thing several times during the Horcrux’a taunting and he screamed all the harder but Ron had sagged against a tree and the sword of Gryffindor had fallen from his hand. After one final try pleading with Ron to destroy the Horcrux Harry seized the sword himself and drove it into the Horcrux, destroying it.
Ron had collapsed then, into fits of sobbing. Harry tried to comfort his friend, but at first Ron just pushed him aside, but then fell against Harry and cried. He told Harry that he had heard their (meaning Hermione’s and Harry’s) conversations together. Anytime they said his name he could hear them through the Deluminator.
He told Harry, that everything the Horcruxes had said was true. That there was no way for him to be as great a wizard as Harry, and then he’d looked Harry straight in the eye and told him he knew that Hermione would be happier with Harry. Harry had been speechless for several minutes after that.
Finally he found his voice and told Ron that no matter what he was a great wizard, and reminded him that if it hadn’t been for him, Harry would have died. Ron had nodded and then made a joke at this, but had still been in a fit until Harry had told him that he considered Hermione to be like his sister, and how could she be anything more.
This last fact had seemed to brighten Ron all the more. That is, until they had gotten to Malfoy’s Manor. After that day, in which Harry and not Ron had saved Hermione, Ron had been upset and distant. But then Harry had just thought it was because of the death of Dobby, now he understood a little better.
But how could Ron be so stupid? Didn’t he realize what Harry had said then was still true now…didn’t he realize that his feelings for Hermione…that he considered her….Harry froze in mid thought. What did he really think of her?
“I SAID LAY OFF IT!” Harry was jerked out of his thoughts by Ron’s bellow. “IF YOU WANNA KNOW SO BAD WHAT HAPPENED, GO ASK HARRY!” And Harry heard Ron’s footsteps stomping towards the door.
Harry had just enough time to dive into the bedroom across the hall before Ron yanked open the door and stomped downstairs. Cautiously Harry looked inside the room.
Hermione sat on the bed crying. “Hermione,” he said “Are you…are you alright?”
She looked up at him, tears spilling down her eyes. “Harry, can you…can you…can you talk to me.”
A little puzzled Harry answered: “Yeah, what’s wrong?” Hermione bit her lip again, just like she’d been doing a lot the past few weeks. “Actually…” she said through teary eyes. “It’s nothing, I think I just want to be alone.”
“Alright,” Harry said even more puzzled. “If you need anything I’m here.” She nodded but when he looked into her eyes she had the same look that he had seen in Malfoy’s house, the same ‘Help me look.’ What did it mean…. _________________ The boy who lived marries the wrong girl.
The girl whom he loves can not be his.
Harry, and Hermione...shoulda been!
Having journeyed to Hogwarts to find the final Horcrux, Harry, Ron and Hermione are split up while Harry takes Luna in search of the Carrows. Meanwhile on Hermione’s suggestion she and Ron make their way down to the Chamber of Secrets. We join them as they enter the chamber.
As the doors to the Chamber of Secrets opened, Hermione beamed at Ron.
“I’m impressed.” She told him.
Blushing Ron hurried forward till they came to where the remains of a great snake lay.
“Bloody Hell!” Exclaimed Ron. “This thing smells like dragon dung and troll bogies rolled together.”
Hermione didn’t seem to have heard a word Ron had said, she was walking past the dead basilisk towards a spot a short distance away. She kneeled down and looked at an area on the stone that was covered in what appeared to be dark black ink.
“It was here.” She said. “Harry stabbed the Diary here; this is where the first Horcrux was destroyed.” She dragged her fingers across the patch of ink and drew her hand back quickly. Examining her hand she saw the ink was as wet as the day it had been poured from the diary onto the floor.
“Now that’s weird.” Commented Ron. “You don’t think the ink is still possessed do you?” He was looking a little pale as Hermione wiped the ink on her robes.
“Oh don’t be silly Ron.” She said. But she didn’t look entirely convinced. But to show that it wasn’t important she got up and walked around the basilisk’s body. She stopped and let out a gasp when she saw the mutilated head – or what was left of it.
All around the basilisk’s head was a great dried pool of blood. Having originated from the sword wound Harry had inflicted and the sightless eyes that Dumbledore’s Phoenix “Fawkes” had pecked out. Hermione also spotted one other anomaly on the floor, near, but not touching the basilisk blood (almost as if it had been pushed away) was a small pool of clear liquid.
Hermione gasped. “It’s phoenix tears” she said. This must have been where Harry was, when he…when he almost died.
Ron scuffed his feet along the stone floor. And then walked over to where Hermione was, took a deep breath to say something, though better of it and instead mumbled: “Lets get this over with.” He then bent down and tugged on one of the basilisk’s fangs only to jump back in horror as the jaws which had been previously open slammed closed.
“It’s….It’s….It’s alive.” Stammered Ron.
“Don’t be silly.” Hermione told him, and she yanked one of the fangs from the jaws of the giant beast. Ron’s ears reddened and steeling himself he grabbed another fang and pulled, this time only the fang moved.
After about five minutes the two of them had managed to extract most of the teeth from the giant snakes mouth.
“And you say your parents do this for a living?” Ron said with just a hint of awe in his voice.
“Well, they don’t pull out four inch long fangs from a mythical beast no, but they do pull out muggles teeth, so I guess you could say they do.”
Ron gathered up the basilisk fangs and then remembering the whole reason they were down their tossed one of them to Hermione. “What’s this for?” She asked him looking puzzled. “You haven’t gotten to destroy a Horcrux, and I figured it was your turn.”
Hermione shrugged, and pulled the Cup of Hufflepuff out of her pocket, and set it on the floor. Then holding the fang with both hands she raised it above her head and was about to plunge it into the cup when Ron grabbed her hands.
“Wait” he said. “I…I want to say something first.”
“I think I can do this without coaching.” Hermione said.
Ron stared at his feet. “Hermione, I…I…I want to tell you about what happened the night I came back, it’ll only take a minute.”
With a sigh, she let the fang drop and leaned back staring up at him. Ron took a deep breath and then told Hermione everything. He told her about hearing Harry and Her conversations anytime they said his name, told her that he could hear her very clearly and then, after taking another breath he told her about what the Horcrux had said to him.
“So,” he mumbled again staring at the floor “Harry’s the one that destroyed the bloody thing, not me. I couldn’t do it – because I knew the things were true.” “Even when Harry told me they weren’t a little part of me still knew to you they were.”
He looked up at her, and she saw there were tears in his eyes, which matched her own. “I knew you cared about him as more than just ‘friends.’” Ron continued. “I knew that you loved him at least as much as you liked me.” “And after what happened at Malfoy’s house…and the argument we had at Bills house – I knew, I just knew that you cared about him too much…too much for there to be room for me.”
Taking a heaving breath (and attempting to stifle a sob, but not doing a very good job of it) Ron added: “I think I’ve always known that you’ve cared about Harry, even from year one.” “I mean Rita Skeeta did say you were his girlfriend.”
At this Hermione started to open her mouth but Ron held up his hand so the Hermione would let him finish. “I…I…just wanted you to know that no matter what happens, you’re the greatest girl in the whole world Hermione.”
And with that he broke down and sobbed, collapsing against the nearest piller and then slidding to the floor. Hermione, tears still making silent rivers down the sides of her face walked over to where Ron was slumped and through her arms around him.
“Ron,” she said. But he put his hand to her mouth and shook his head. He just leaned into her arms and his lips touched her forehead and he kissed the top of her brow. He then picked up both the basilisk fang and the cup and handed them to Hermione.
She nodded and again raised the fang a second time.
“I love you.”
She looked Ron straight in the eyes, and gave him a small sad smile, as she dropped the fang towards the cup.
“I know….” _________________ The boy who lived marries the wrong girl.
The girl whom he loves can not be his.
Harry, and Hermione...shoulda been!
As Harry, Ron, and Hermione crawl through the tunnel that leads to the shrieking shack, the battle rages on around them. Ginny, not heeding her mothers orders, goes looking for her family, dodging curses and Death Eaters as she runs further and further from the Room of requirement, we join Ginny as she is being chased by an unknown Death Eater.
Ginny dove into an open doorway just as a flash of green light hit the wall where he her head had been a moment ago. Turning around she kicked the door shut and, using her wand, locked it magically.
Gasping for breath, she looked around, trying to figure out which room had become her new hiding place. Her heart sank as a quick glance at the shining brass, silver and gold told her she had locked herself in the Trophy Room.
‘Great’ she thought. ‘Just where I need to be, a room with no way out.’
Ginny looked around, she knew it would only be a handful of moments before whichever Death Eater had been chasing her this time realized where she was. Using her wand, she levitated a large trophy case in front of the door. It wasn’t much, but it might keep her safe for a few seconds.
She realized her heart was racing, and took a moment to calm herself. She needed to a cool head, panicking wasn’t going to save her skin – and what would her mother say if she lost another child, and what would Harry think…
Her thoughts turned to Harry, the person who had saved her, the person for whom she loved, yet he was the one person that didn’t seem to want her. Neville, Dean, all the other boys had been dying to be with her, but not Harry. Sure he had kissed her, and she thought he loved her – but in her heart…in her heart she knew that she may never get to be with him again.
A tear trickled down the side of her cheek, and only the sound of people screaming curses at each other kept her from falling apart and weeping.
“Right” she said to herself. “It won’t matter who likes me if I’m dead.” ‘What to do’ she wondered. She looked around the room, desperate to find something she could use as shelter.
CRASH!
Ginny jerked around, they had found her, someone was trying to get through the door.
CRASH!
Another spell hit the door, this time she watched it splinter. And with a final sickening crash the door and barricade flew apart slamming into her as she tried to dive for cover.
Dazed but still conscious she tried to lift her head to see who had blown the door in. But suddenly pain was shooting through her right leg. She tried to stifle a cry and saw that she was half crushed under the trophy case and what remained of the door.
“Ah,” said an evil and haunting voice. “So, there is someone in here.”
Bighting her lip against the pain she raised her head again and saw to her horror that it was Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf, who had entered the room. Following him were Bellatrix Lestrange, and Antonin Dolohov. Fear gripped Ginny. There was no where for her to go, she was outnumbered three to one, what was she to do.
Shaking herself she though ‘Stop it.’ ‘Yes, your going to die, but your not a scared little first year, you fought Death Eaters just last year.’ Steeling herself for what she was about to do, she attempted to turn on her side, but as she moved the pain shot up her entire right side and she let out a cry of agony.
“Ah, ha!” came Bellatrix’s triumphant cry. And Ginny watched the shattered door and trophy case lifted and then flung away from her, giving her a full view of the three people now standing in the room.
Bellatrix and Greyback stood to her left, while Dolohov stood just inside the door to her right.
“Well,” croaked Dolohov. “What have we hear?” “It’s one of the nasty little blood traitor Weasleys.” Bellatrix let off a high shreking laugh at this. “She’s not even worth the use of magic.” He continued. “Greyback, why don’t you take this one, it would be wise for you to prove yourself worthy after that mudblood kept you from the last girl.”
Snarling Greyback glared at Dolahov. “I’d kill you on the spot Dolohov.” He spat, if I wasn’t so interested in this one. He grinned at her, showing her horrible discolored teeth. “This one’s special.” He added. “She’s in love with Potter.”
He started stalking towards her, and Ginny saw the hunger in his eyes, her own eyes widened with fear. She feebly patted her hand around for her wand, only to realize that Bellatrix was twirling it in her own hand.
“Silly little girl” she chided. “Did you really think I would let you have your wand?” and then with a sneer. “After what your brother and that Potter did to me, I will make sure your family is hunted down and destroyed.” “EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!” “I WILL MAKE SURE EVERY MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY SUFFERS A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH!”
But Ginny didn’t pay attention to her screams of rage, because she thought she had heard footsteps coming her way. If she could just keep them occupied for a few seconds –– But it was too late Greyback was right next to her, she squinted her eyes shut, willing her death to be quick.
“STUPIFY!”
Ginny felt Greyback fly over her, as he slammed into wall above her. She opened her eyes in time to see Tonks dive out of the way of Bellatrix’s curse. And then in the blink of an eye Lupin charged in after Tonks.
Not even completely in the room, Lupin fired a disarming spell at Dolohov – who had been standing stock still at Tonks had rushed into the room – causing him to backwards into an extremely large bronze cup. He crumpled and the cup hit him again as it fell off the shelf.
Tonks was trading curse back and forth with Bellatrix, both women had taken refuge behind fallen trophy cases. Ginny watched as Lupin aimed a curse at Bellatrix to give Tonks time to move. A moan and the sound of a body shifting caused Ginny to turn and look over he shoulder. Right into the pale, hateful yellow eyes of an unstunned Greyback.
She screamed, but knew it was too late, Greyback leapt at her – and was met in mid air by Lupin. They crashed to the ground together. Greyback let out a howl of pleasure and bit and scratched at Lupin, who was fighting to keep him trapped against his own body.
As they rolled over the stone floor Ginny heard Greyback say: “As soon as I finish with you Lupin I will have that little girl as a snack.” “Or maybe she can be my wife, she’s of good stock isn’t she Lupin?” Ginny saw a look of pure, cold, unadulterated hatred come ober Lupin and he said very coldly: “You will never again harm another child.” As he said this he brought his legs up and kicked out at Greayback, hard.
The werewolf’s breath left him in a rush of air and Greyback flew back and crashed into a glass plate which shattered around him. Lupin stooped to pick up his wand, but Greyback, who had started to get up before that glass finished falling, sneered at Lupin, but as he opened his mouth to say something, Lupin pointed his wand at him and shouted:
“AVADA KEDAVRA!”
A get of green light slammed into the werewolf’s shocked face. And he collapsed, one final time, and didn’t move again.
Chapter 7
Ginny Weasley, was cornered, and facing certain death, with her only way out blocked by two Death Eaters and the werewolf Fenrir Greyback. Only the timely arrival of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks prevented Ginny from dieing at the hands of Greyback. We re-join the battle that rages in the Trophy Room just after Lupin has uttered the most unforgiveable curse “Avada Kedevra” – the killing curse.
Lupin sagged, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, but turned when he heard Bellatrix scream in delight.
Ginny saw that she had moved to the door way – as if to escape – but now seeing that Lupin had his back to her, she had stopped. “Good-bye Lupin” she said simply.
“Avada Kedavra” And a jet of green light shot toward Lupin.
“NO!” came a scream and Tonks, who had been making to follow Bellatrix into the corridor, dove in front of Lupin and took the full brunt of the curse in her chest. She was thrown back against Lupin and they both collapsed.
Lupin managed to pull his wand hand free and through tears pointed his wand at Bellatrix and shouted “CRUCIO!”
Bellatrix screamed in pain and was flung from the room and with such force that she slammed through the castle window and fell. Her screams of terror and pain could be heard as she fell.
Lupin, his eyes full of tears, gently eased Tonks off himself and he looked down into her eyes. Her eyes were closed, almost as if she had been sleeping. Lupin grasped her hand tightly in his, and tears pouring from his eyes he leaned down and kissed her.
Ginny started to move over to him, to comfort him.
“AVADA KEDAVRA!”
The killing curse hit Lupin square in the back. And without a word he collapsed over Tonks body.
Ginny screamed as she saw Dolahov rise from where he had been knocked into the trophy shakily holding his wand out.
“That’ll teach that filthy half-breed to mess with a real wizard.” And he let out a cruel heartless laugh, and then looked straight at Ginny. “Now who’s gunna save you, you filthy nasty little blood trai––“
“Expelliarmus!”
Dolahov’s wand flew from his had and he turned to see who had come through the door. Ginny let out a gasp because standing in the doorway, robes stained in blood, was Draco Malfoy.
“What the Bloody Hell do you think your doing?” Roared Dolahov.
Not answering Malfoy just pointed his wand at Dolahov and shouted “Petrificus Totalus”
Dolahov’s arms and legs slapped to his sides and he fell over, petrified.
Ginny looked at Malfoy, not knowing weather to believe what she had seen. But he walked over to her, pulled her to her feet and started to drag her to the door.
“Wait,” she said pulling her arm from his grasp and she dove down to Lupin and Tonk’s bodies.” Crying she hugged both of them, and refused to let go.
“Leave them.” Snarled Malfoy, but then in a softer, almost sad tone: “There’s nothing you can do for them.”
Staring one final time at Lupin and Tonks, who’s bodies had fallen into an embrace, with Tonk’s fingers still clutched in Lupin’s hand, she let Malfoy pull her away from them, and together they ran… _________________ The boy who lived marries the wrong girl.
The girl whom he loves can not be his.
Harry, and Hermione...shoulda been!
this is really interesting, keep it going, it is really good!
Agreed!
It is very well written. I love reading the battle of hogwarts from different points of views!
By the way, you probably already know this but Malfoy loses his wand in the Room of Requirement, so he should be wandlass, but thats the beauty of fanfiction. _________________ heh.
The battle for Hogwarts is nearing it’s conclusion. Death has taken a heavy toll on those who call it home. Lupin and Tonks gave their lives to save Ginny, we join the scene in the Great Hall as Harry, Ron and Hermione have just gotten back from the Shrieking Shack.
Unable to stare at the friends who had died Harry turned and left the Great Hall, making his way to the Headmaster’s office.
Hermione, who was comforting Ginny, watched Harry go, a single tear trickled down her cheek, but it was brushed away by Ginny. Glancing down at her, Hermione saw that she too was crying, and a new wave of sadness washed over her. She was crying for the same person Ginny was, and not just Fred.
“Ginny…” Hermione croaked. But Ginny just shook her head and then sobbed into Hermione’s robes. Hermione held Ron’s sister and rocked her gently back and forth but she couldn’t think of anything to say so she just remained quite. Then the crowd in the Great Hall began to mutter, very loudly.
Hermione, Ron and the rest of the Weasleys looked up and saw Draco Malfoy walking towards them. “You two-faced ––” George couldn’t finish his sentence; he was in such a fit of rage. He, along with Bill, Mr. Weasley and Ron yanked their wands free and all pointed them at Malfoy. “You’ve made your last mistake Malfoy” growled Bill. “Now, you d––”
“NO!”
Everyone, Malfoy included, looked around to see who had shouted and caused the stay of his execution. And to Hermione’s shock Ginny detached herself and went and stood in front of Malfoy, blocking the path of the wands pointed at him.
“Ginny, move please.” Mr. Weasley said, with just a hit of pleading in his voice. “No,” she replied looking defiant. “Malfoy saved me, after Dolohov killed Lupin Malfoy came in the room and stopped him.”
The look on every one of the Weasley’s faces would have been a cause of laughter if the situation hadn’t been so grave.
“He…He what?” Asked Ron – who looked completely dumbfounded that you could put ‘Malfoy’ and ‘Saved me’ in the same sentence.
George, who still didn’t look convinced, snorted and asked. “Why would HE save you Ginny?” “He’s just like his bloody parents remember; hate’s muggle born’s and blood traitors alike.”
And then for the first time since he entered the Great Hall Malfoy spoke. But instead of the pompas, arragent voice they had heard for 6 years in school, a ragged croak was all that was heard when his lips parted.
“Because,” he croaked. “They saved me.” And he pointed at Ron and Hermione. And then almost as an after thought he added “Twice.”
“So,” George prompted. “Your just trying to settle your debt before you start killing us all again.” “Hopeing that after you kill us all, it will make you feel better?”
Malfoy stood stock not looking at anyone while George betrated him until finally George had to take a breath and Malfoy looked directly at him and said: “No.”
“I have seen things tonight, that I would never have dreamed possible.” He went on. “I have seen people I called friends die, and people I called enemies risk their own lives for me.” “Someone who I had sworn to kill, who I hated with every part of my being…saved me.” Then he said something that shocked them all even more. “I…I…don’t believe…as…my father does.”
Mrs. Weasley piped up from behind the men. “Why should we believe you?” “You belittled our family, and said worse about those we hold most dear.” “And,” she said placing herself between her husband and Malfoy. “What can you possible do to show us that you are not exactly like your father and that as soon as we turn around your not going to curse us?” She then placed both hands on her hips and cocked her head.
Malfoy looked down at his shoes for a moment, then brought his gaze up to the top of Ginny’s head and then stared Mrs. Weasley in the eyes. Slowly he placed his hand inside his robes. Everyone went ridgid, and Malfoy pulled out a wand. But after the briefest of moments, he flipped it in his hand and held the wand out to Mrs. Weasley.
“I picked it up off the Death Eater they stunned” he said pointing at Ron and Hermione.
Taking the wand from his hand, Mrs. Weasley smiled and a tear trickled down her cheek. The rest of the Weasleys lowered their wands and Ron even attempted a smile. But Mr. Weasley hadn’t finished just yet.
“Draco, do not think this means that we have forgiven you for everything you have done,” and then with a great sigh: “but it is a start.”
With that, Malfoy turned to walk away; he made his way out of the Great Hall. As they all watched him go, Mr. Weasley let out a small whistle. “I never would have thought there’d be a day when a Malfoy protected one of us. The rest of the group nodded their heads in agreement.
Just as Malfoy turned and disappeared from view Ginny took off at a run after him. Ron made a grab at her as she dashed off, but Hermione grabbed the back of his robes to keep him from following her.
“Ron…” Hermione said quietly “let her go.”
His shoulder’s sagged slightly but then he nodded, “Alright” _________________ The boy who lived marries the wrong girl.
The girl whom he loves can not be his.
Harry, and Hermione...shoulda been!
All is calm on the grounds of Hogwarts. The students and teachers gather and mourn the dead, while Voldemort waits for Harry. Harry himself now finally understands why he must face Voldemort, and why he will have to die. We join Harry as he lays on the floor of the Headmaster’s office.
Harry blinked dumbly at the ceiling. It had really come down to this. He was going to have to die, all those people that had given their lives for him…wasted. Why hadn’t he just let Voldemort kill him at Godric’s Hallow, and then the others would have been saved.
He glanced back at the Pencive. At least now he knew why Snape had killed Dumbledore, even if it was hard to get his mind around that fact. So Snape had cared about his mother…and he had kept that secret from Voldemort, and also kept from him the fact that he was helping Harry.
“Thank you” Harry said to the empty office. He smiled faintly. ‘Never thought I’d say those words, did I.’
Harry pushed himself to his feet and looked around, taking in everything in the room. A room where he had ended the majority of his years at Hogwarts (well, here and the Hospital Wing.) It was here that Dumbledore had started him on his quest to destroy Horcruxes. A quest that was meant for him and him alone – yet Hermione and Ron had refused to take no for an answer and come with him.
A sad smile pursed his lips. Yes they had come with him, and he knew he wouldn’t be standing where he was if it wasn’t for them. His two best friends had seen him through the best and worst parts of his life the past seven years, he was just glad they wouldn’t have to experience his final moments. For a moment he looked back through his past at the people who mattered to him.
Ron had always said he was mental. Mental for doing this, mental for doing that, and maybe Harry was, but he was glad that Ron had been his best friend through it all. He thought back to the first meeting on the train to Hogwarts, and how easy it had been for him to strike up a friendship with Ron even though they were so very different.
Harry cringed at his next memory because even though the following summer Ron had helped save him in a flying car, that same car had been used to fly to Hogwarts. Which had gotten the Weasley’s in trouble.
“I wonder if I’ll see the car when I’m walking through the forest tonight.” Harry thought aloud.
In that same year Harry, along with Ron had set out to rescue Ginny, and only after ‘Professor’ Lockhart had attempted to get in the way did Harry have to go it alone, while Ron dealt with the bumbling idiot. And then Harry had rescued Ginny…
“Ginny…”
“At least you’ll be happy.” He said; as he remembered the dream he had of Ginny in a wedding dress, smiling, and her husband a tall man with no face. The dream at the time had been a very sad one for him, but curiously no tears came to his eyes this time.
‘She won’t have to worry any more.’ Thought Harry. ‘She’ll be safe, and she’ll be able to get on with her life.’ ‘She won’t be wondering when or if I’m coming back to her.’
Harry did smile though; happily thinking of all the memories his short time with her had given him. She had been someone special for him. And he was glad of the little time he’d had with her – even just the few fleeting moments had been wonderful.
“She’ll have Hermione to comfort her.” Harry said, letting the empty room know that it didn’t have to worry – Ginny would be ok
But then his thoughts turned to Hermione. A real smile spread across his face. How could he have ever disliked her? On the train that first year she had been a snotty bratty prissy little girl, but then after that lovely troll…well she had become like his little sister.
But here his thoughts faultered. She was like his sister wasn’t she? Nothing more, than someone whom he was great friends with and who would help him when he needed it. But then he thought of all the time he had spent with her. In there first year she had hugged him and told him he was a great wizard (even though it had been she that had solved the riddle), right before he had gone to challenge Snape (who turned out to be Quirrell.)
In there second year he had worried a lot about her especially when she had been petrified by Tom Riddles basilisk. Harry hadn’t wanted to leave her bed, he had wanted to stay with her night and day… and when she had recovered…
Then in their third year she had been the one who had been looking out for him (albeit that taking his broom wasn’t something he liked.) And it had been she who had helped him rescue Sirius.
And then in there forth year, all the help she had given him with the Tri-Wizard Tournament (including the hug she had given him right before the first task.) Without her help, he would never have been able to complete the first two tasks. And then…and then…just before he went home that summer, she’d kissed him.
Hermione had always been there for him, hadn’t she? Always nagging him to do things, helping him learn his spells, figure out his potions, get him out of trouble (she did this quite alot.) And then just a few months previously…she had stayed with him. Even when Ron hurt her by leaving she had stayed.
And then on Christmas Eve, she had comforted him. When he was sick with grief, over his parents, she had held him. ‘I’d be dead too, if it wasn’t for her’ he thought. She had risked her own life to save his, when there had been a very real chance that neither of them would make it out of that house, she had made sure they both made it. She hadn’t left without him.
Finally just weeks ago in Malfoy’s Manor, something had broken loose in him. What had Bellatrix said to upset him so much? She had called Hermione a “Mudblood,” a word Harry disliked, but one he had heard dozens of times before, only this time…this time it had been about Hermione, and he hadn’t been willing to let anything Happen to her because….because….
And it hit him – like the whole of Hogwarts dropping on him. Everytime she’d wanted to talk to him, her argument with Ron, his reason for snapping back at Malfoy’s, for working so hard to save her, for refusing to let her die…. he loved her.
Harry buried his Head in his hands. Oh…how could he have not seen it? But, he knew. Ron. Ron had always liked Hermione, he had always cared about her, always been with her, and Harry hadn’t wanted to take this one thing from him. But back in the woods, when Ron couldn’t destroy the Horcrux…Harry finally understood why it had had to be him. Ron had begun to let go.
Getting to his feet Harry cursed himself for being stupid.
“It doesn’t matter now, does it?” He said loudly to the empty office. “Since I’m going to die, it doesn’t matter whether or not I love Hermione!”
But it did matter. It mattered to him, it mattered because it gave him the resolve to do what he had to do. Now he had a reason to die. Hermione. He was dieing so she could live without fear, free to be who she was, she would not have to worry about being imprisoned or killed, she would be able to become the greatest witch this age had ever seen.
Then with a new resolve strengthening his courage he pulled open the door of Dumbledore’s old office and stepped down the stairs, walking towards his destiny… _________________ The boy who lived marries the wrong girl.
The girl whom he loves can not be his.
Harry, and Hermione...shoulda been!
NOTE: there is still one final chapter and the epiloge left to come - and you'll never guess where it's going! _________________ The boy who lived marries the wrong girl.
The girl whom he loves can not be his.
Harry, and Hermione...shoulda been!
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