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Repercussions

Chapter 10

"For the last time, you wretch!" I heard Dumbledore scream, shaking me out of my memories. "What have you done with Harry!"

He shot a powerful spell at Hermione. It hit her square in the chest, but it had no affect. She wasn't even going to pretend anymore. Not even the special spells that Dumbledore have invented for her wouldn't work. She stared defiantly at Dumbledore.

Giving up, Dumbledore resorted to physical violence. He hit her repeatedly, all the while asking the same question. I have never seen Dumbledore so angry before.

He stepped back after about five minutes and Hermione spit out the blood that was in her mouth before grinning.

"Will you speak now?"

"Tell me, why I should I answer to you? It won't do any good, "she said. "Besides, he's probably dead."

My heart sank at those words. Dead? Harry couldn't be dead. He just couldn't…

/flashback/

Everyone returned to Hogwarts after the break. My guess was that their parents thought that they were safer at Hogwarts than anywhere else. If only that were true. No one but Harry, Ron, and I knew that we were, in fact, closer to harm than ever. Imminent death walked the halls with black hair and creepy eyes.

With the startling news of Voldemort's demise came the rumors. Some thought giants had gone to his house in order the help, but accidentally killed him by sitting on him, while others thought he had just had a heart attack after thinking up a new symbol. Of course there was always the popular rouge Death Eater turned traitor, or that this was all just a clever hoax and we would be hearing from him in a few months.

I had noticed, however, that Hermione seemed to be walking taller, and had a smugger look on her face. Draco- always at her side- seemed to be positively glowing with pride. How they did it, I didn't know.

Night was always a tough time. No one was supposed to be out of their dorms, but those brave few that were always had someone with them. Dumbledore himself patrolled the halls at night, and he had Fluffy guarding the perimeter. Students felt safe enough, but I didn't.

During lesson times, the teachers walked us to our next class, just like in my first year. But about a week into lessons, Harry told me that the Syltherins had stopped coming to class altogether. This couldn't be a good sign. We shared a look then ran off to Dumbledore's office.

Once we got there we threw open the door without thinking.

"Professor!" we both cried.

Dumbledore looked up from the book he was reading, a shocked expression on his features, before saying, "What can I do for you?"

"Professor," I began, but Harry cut me off.

"The Syltherins have stopped coming to their lessons this could be bad," he said in one breath.

Dumbledore took in this new information. He slowly rose from his seat and walked out of the office. I glanced at Harry, who only shrugged before following the headmaster.

We followed him all the way to the Syltherin dungeons. There he opened their doorway and walked in. I saw him stop once he went in. Harry followed him in, and shortly after Harry, I walked in.

The place was completely empty. Everyone must have left during the night sometime this week. Seeing on one in their common room just added to the creepy factor that the dungeons had.

Dumbledore sighed. "This is it," he said.

"What?" Harry asked.

"This is the beginning of what the entire wizarding world has feared for quite some time"

"You've got to be joking," I interjected. "Voldemort's dead. There can't be a war."

"When Hermione changed into a vampire the old prophecy must have been changed. It doesn't happen very often, but it can. Since Voldemort is dead, Harry no longer has the vital role he once did, and cannot prevent the war. He no longer possesses the power he once had. We cannot win. There is no hope."

"No," said Harry. "That can't be true. We will win. We'll win and I'll get Hermione back."

With that said, Harry stormed out of the room. I watched him leave. Even after all she had done to prove how evil she was, Harry still believed she would come back to him.

"Stay with him, Ginny," Dumbledore's calming voice brought me back to reality. "Make sure he stays safe. I have the feeling things will be taking a terrible turn very soon."

Dumbledore was right. Things did take a terrible turn. A horrific turn even. A few days after Harry's outburst in the dungeons all hell broke loose.

It happened in the middle of the night. Everyone in the castle was awoken by the howling of a wolf, but it sounded bigger. That got our attention right away. People rushed to the windows to see what was going on, but the sight that greeted us was horrendous.

Standing all around the castle was an entire army. There were giants, trolls, Infiri. Every kind of creature imaginable was there. And, even though I couldn't see her, I knew Hermione was leading them. As it turns out, the howl came from Fluffy, but it wasn't the warning we all had expected it to be. It served Hermione's purpose of being noticed.

Everyone began panicking and running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I quickly found Harry, being used to staying calm in stressful situations, only to see he had his wand out and ready.

"Let's go," he said seriously.

I hastily grabbed my wand and glanced out the window one last time. Aurors had arrived and total chaos reigned. As we reached the front doors they burst open and in rushed a heard of Hermione's goons. Luckily they were greeted by teachers and eager students.

Harry quickly charged outside, knowing that Hermione would be there. I followed, keeping my word to Dumbledore, and interested in hurting her.

Outside was even more frenzied than it had looked from the window. There were bodies everywhere. It was hard to look away, but even harder not to. I turned my focus to Harry so I wouldn't have to look at the mangled corpses.

We battled among Ministry members and everyday people. Things were going pretty well until a loud roar issued from above us. I looked up and screamed in terror as dragon upon dragon swooped down towards the field. Hermione got the Dragon Tamers to join her side. They were legendary fighters, and even better with dragons. The two together were a deadly combination. They were going to be powerful allies.

Things only got worse from there as a pack of werewolves and a group of vampires arrived. But I have to admit that our side was holding its own. At least we had the centaurs.

Finally, through the din and confusion, Harry saw Hermione and Draco heading into the Dark Forest. He rushed after them. I tried to follow, but I was stopped by some former Death Eaters. By the time I was able to stun them Harry was gone.

"Harry!" I called.

Dumbledore rushed to my side. The battle was winding down. Many people were retreating. This attack was clearly meant to let us know her strength. If we didn't know before, we did now.

"Where is Harry?" Dumbledore asked me.

"I don't know," I answered quietly.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I mean I don't know. He went after Hermione and Draco. I tried to follow, but I was stopped."

That was the last time I'd seen Harry…

/end flashback/

So that pretty much leads us to where we are today. Harry still hasn't been found. Some people think he went into hiding, trying to think of a plan. The other theory is that he's dead. I chose not to believe any of these. He is alive, but I'm not sure where he is.

Our hideout is one of the last safe places in the wizarding world. Hermione's influence spread like a cancer. There is hardly any place I can go without almost dying.

I looked at Hermione once again, only to discover that she was looking at me.

'Those were good times, huh?' she said in my mind.

"Screw you," I said scathingly. She just smirked at me.

'Sorry, I don't swing that way.'

Dumbledore saw me looking angry and went over to Hermione and hit her. Hard.

"Damnit, you vile creature!" he yelled. "I order you to tell me where Harry is!"

Hermione glared at him with renewed venom. When she spoke, her voice was frighteningly placid.

"You think you're so tough, huh?" she said quietly. "You think you're so powerful, and so smart for capturing me."

Dumbledore froze where he stood. Even I was quite. This was the most she had spoken since she was here. She demanded attention.

"Who are you to give me orders? Tell me, Dumbledore. Have you ever wondered why I was so easy to capture? Did you even stop and think that maybe I wanted this to happen? It was said that I was the smartest witch to go through Hogwarts since Rowena Ravenclaw herself. It never occurred to you that this could be a trap?"

Realization dawned on Dumbledore's face. The news even hit me like a ton of bricks. It was deathly silent, and it was oppressive.

Just then an explosion erupted above me. The sounds of the few Order members remaining and Hermione's henchmen soon drifted to my ears. I looked at Hermione. She smirked before breaking out of her restraints. Dumbledore grabbed his wand and was instantly engaged in battle.

"How did they find us?" he questioned, blocking a curse.

"You really need to blindfold someone before you take them to your so called 'secret hideout,'" she stated sarcastically. "And telepathy works over great distances."

Suddenly the door to the basement burst open and in walked Draco. He stunned Dumbledore from where he stood, and then walked over to Hermione.

"I'm sure he'll come in handy someday," he stated as one of their cronies tied Dumbledore up.

"Maybe," Hermione said, kissing him lightly.

"And what about this one?" someone asked.

I remained frozen on the spot. I was supposed to be safe here, but then this happens. Hermione began walking over to me. She smiled, her teeth transforming into the sharp, vampire teeth everyone knew so well.

"Don't worry, Ginny," she said sweetly. "You'll be with your precious Harry soon enough."

She growled and charged at me. I went fo-

A/N: And that folks is the end of my story. I hope you all liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I usually like happier endings, but I thought that this one had major potential so I went with it. I'm gonna be writing more on my Phantom of the Opera fic, then a Teen Titans one, but fear not. I have another idea for a Harry Potter story. I'll be working on it as I work on the other two. So please review! You know how much I love reviews. It you liked it so much, maybe you should recommend it to others. I would greatly appreciate that. So thanks again for reading and reviewing! Till next time kiddies! "Probably, the toughest time -in anyone's life- is when you have to murder a loved one because they're the devil. Other than that, though, it's been a good day." –Emo Phillips