Crucio The final battle was raging on; Hermione’s face sported numerous cuts and her arms and legs felt as if they were lead. I’m too tired…I can’t do this anymore…she thought to herself in despair.
But then, far off, she could see Neville dueling with Bellatrix Lestrange, and her determination returned. Her hope was rekindling now that Draco had opposed Lord Voldemort. She had to do this for the good of both the wizarding world and the Muggle world. Perhaps the world wasn’t coming to an end yet.
Then a large death eater jumped out at her; her pensiveness caused her to delay in action. “Crucio!” he shouted, aiming his wand tip on her chest.
Pain. Excruciating pain, tearing at her from all sides. That’s all Hermione could feel. She writhed on the ground, wand a few feet away from her grasp. It’s the end for me, she screamed in her head.
Out of nowhere, a dark blur flew past her and into her tormenter, knocking him to the ground. The pain stopped suddenly. However, she still could not summon the strength to move.
A long, slender hand extended to her. She took it and her eyes met her rescuer’s. Draco.
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |