Life After Hogwarts---THE LAST CHAPTER
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Hermione watched Harry climb up his stairs. She was completely depressed. She had hoped by revealing the truth to him, he would understand how incredibly dangerous Valery was...but her plan had completely backfired. He was totally on Valery's side now. Hell, he'd kill other people if she asked him to. It was almost like the Imper....oh, my god, thought Hermione. She knows that I know! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! She's controlling him! Tonight is the night! Sure enough, at that moment, the doorbell rang.
"Get the door, Hermione, please!" Harry called from above. Hermione stood there, debating. Should she open the door and let Valery in or not? And then she remembered, I'm back in the wizarding world, Valery's going to get in whether I let her in or whether its "Alohmora" (can't spell). Hermione slowly crossed over to the door and opened it. Valery stood there, looking drop dead gorgeous in a pure black low cut dress that stopped slightly above her ankles to reveal sharp black stilettos. "What are you doing here?" Hermione asked.
"Nice way to greet a guest, Hermione," Valery answered. "And by the way, you know perfec." At that moment, Harry came down the stairs. Hermione could tell that he'd spritzed some cologne on before heading down.
"Valery!" he said, smiling. Hermione wanted to puke. Bad enough seeing your best friend being all romantic, but worse if the romance would end with his death. "Any reason for you to drop by...after all, I just left your house!"
"Harry, silly, you forgot your coat! How could you do that?" she said, all giggly and flirty. Hermione's thoughts began to frantically race. She had to do something now. She had no clue how to break the Imperius curse, but she had to try. Harry was, after all, very good at resisting the curse, but at the moment he had no idea that he was even under it. Here he was, thinking that he was moving by his own will, loving a bitch by his own will, when really, the very powerful and extremely good witch Valery Fox, daughter of Lord Voldemort himself, was the reason behind Harry's temporary insanity. "Harry!" Hermione screamed. "Break her thoughts! Don't say, Oh, okay, sweetie! Remember Ron, Harry! She killed Ron! She killed him, he's dead somewhere! Or.banished.she killed him Harry! Murderous woman! Resist her, Harry, resist her!" Hermione glanced over at Harry, who seemed to be struggling with reality. It's working, Hermione realized gleefully, oh good God it is working! And that's where Valery came in.
"Harry, sweetheart, she's crazy in love with you! She'll say anything. She's just jealous because we're getting married! Don't listen to her! Why on earth would I put the Imperius curse on you?"
"Harry, no! She's Voldemort, the bastard, Voldemort's daughter! Of course she'd want you dead---you killed her fucked up father! C'mon, Harry, you're better than this, break the curse!" Hermione stared at Harry, her breath heavy and panting, her nostrils flared wide. She saw the confusion etched on his face and felt instantly sorry for him. Here was his best friend and the girl he lusted after---both yelling at him to do something completely opposite. What was he going to do? And of course, he acted like a man...
"Both of you! What the hell are you talking about....Hermione...does she not love me....wait, no...Valery, my....." But whatever he was about to say was cut off. Valery put a silencing charm on Harry, and called loudly, "Harry Potter! Listen to every word I say to your mudblood best friend now!" Harry's facial expression turned from that of shock to anger when he heard "mudblood" but of course there was nothing he could say. Before he had time to get his wand, Valery grabbed it and stuffed it into the neckline of her low cut dress.
"This Mud Blood has been right all along, Harry Potter. Yes, my father was the Great Lord Voldemort, noble man, thwarted in his ambitions by a little bastard...you," Valery said simply as she glanced almost hungrily at Hermione. Hermione almost whimpered in terror. She reached for her wand and found to her dismay that she couldn't find it!
"Looking for this, mudblood?" Valery said, bringing her left hand from behind her back and twirling around the wand. "No. Not yet. First I will continue my story...humiliate Potter to the fullest, you know. Not believing you! What kind of a friend is that?" Harry seemed to be struggling with the fact that he couldn't say anything. Hermione closed her eyes, knowing that if he could, her ears would be deaf with expletives.
"So, anyway, let's go back to seventh year, shall we?" Valery continued. "I entered Hogwarts with one reason---to destroy you, Harry Potter. And I failed. Oh God, those days were so hard.....I thought I had such a perfect plan when I decided to kill....yes, I did kill Ron Weasley. Was dating him behind your back, Harry. Hermione was right about that, too. Told him that we....that is, me and you, Harry....that we were through. I gave him twice as many love potions as I gave you, just to make sure, until his infatuation with me was absolutely perfect. Then I lured him with me to America, can you believe it, I took him to America! Performed the Killing curse on him and buried his body in some small town in Texas! Nobody suspected me at all. When I came back, he was gone and you were about to fight with my father. Ron's death was supposed to weaken you.what I didn't realize was that it would strengthen you ultimately, I didn't realize you had such a good relationship with Ron! And so anyway, you killed my father. I could not believe you, you puny, weak little half-blood of a wizard, had defeated my father, the Greatest Wizard of All Time! And so, as soon as seventh year was over, I disappeared from your life. I couldn't take it. You were still alive, and my father....well, he was not. And then, about a year ago, my father appeared to me in a dream...oh, it was marvelous. He told me to avenge his death, and I knew what I needed to do. I wasted six months just finding you; I was so lucky to bump into you at the Three Broomsticks that fateful day! And since then, it's history. You were once again full of burning desire for me, and I had you under my thumb....until this blasted witch, fucking mudblood, came along. I knew she'd figured it out, or would, very quickly---my intuition told me this much when I met her at lunch. And so I performed a quick and silent spell to make sure she couldn't get away because I have the perfect use for her. You see, Harry, once I kill you...this mud blood will suffer from my sins! She will get a life sentence in Azkaban and well, my work will be done." Valery looked at them both, biting her lip and breathing deeply. Hermione guessed that she had used a lot of energy for this speech. Tears pricked her eyes as she thought of poor Ron buried somewhere in Texas. She looked over at Harry, who looked ready to kill Valery. Except for the simple fact that he had no wand or voice, so both physical and verbal ambushes were out of the question.
Hermione saw Valery's eyes dart from place to place and knew something wild was about to happen. Sure enough, Valery picked up her wand and pointed it at Harry. She took a deep breath and Hermione jolted into action, knowing exactly what was coming. No, it couldn't happen. Harry was the Boy who Lived, the Man who Defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. There was no way that the Boy who Lived could be killed by Voldemort's daughter. No way! What would happen to the wizarding world? Anybody close would know that she, Hermione, had not done it. Without thinking, Hermione rushed between the wand and Harry just as Valery was shouting, "Avada Kedavra" but didn't realize that a mirror was still between herself and Valery. As a result, Hermione saw a shock of blinding green light and felt it hit her body, but still lived for a few seconds at least. "Run, Harry," she gasped. "Run!" There was no need for her to speak. Harry had already grabbed a wand from Valery and performed a Stupefy curse of his own. "Hermione!" he screamed. But Hermione could barely hear him. Her mind and body seemed to melt into the tiles of Harry's floor, and Hermione knew it was all over. She had done this for Harry, she reminded herself, for the Boy who Lived....
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Harry Potter stood, knees shaking, at his best friends' funeral. Both Ron's body, which had been recovered from Texas, and Hermione's body, were being buried here today. Harry closed his eyes as tears flowed freely. Voldemort's daughter Valery Fox had been locked up in Azkaban for life, with death sentence waiting, but that was not enough. Harry's mistakes had cost both Ron and Hermione their very lives. Harry stood there, numb from the shock of seeing Hermione hurtle herself to save Harry's life. I'm such a bastard, Harry thought miserably. I am such a bastard. As the ceremony droned on, Harry couldn't take it anymore. This was not the way it was supposed to end. With that, he suddenly got up and walked slowly away from the ceremony. He heard shouts behind him but he didn't care. He walked directly into the beautiful sunset as it beckoned him to start a new life.
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Hermione watched Harry climb up his stairs. She was completely depressed. She had hoped by revealing the truth to him, he would understand how incredibly dangerous Valery was...but her plan had completely backfired. He was totally on Valery's side now. Hell, he'd kill other people if she asked him to. It was almost like the Imper....oh, my god, thought Hermione. She knows that I know! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! She's controlling him! Tonight is the night! Sure enough, at that moment, the doorbell rang.
"Get the door, Hermione, please!" Harry called from above. Hermione stood there, debating. Should she open the door and let Valery in or not? And then she remembered, I'm back in the wizarding world, Valery's going to get in whether I let her in or whether its "Alohmora" (can't spell). Hermione slowly crossed over to the door and opened it. Valery stood there, looking drop dead gorgeous in a pure black low cut dress that stopped slightly above her ankles to reveal sharp black stilettos. "What are you doing here?" Hermione asked.
"Nice way to greet a guest, Hermione," Valery answered. "And by the way, you know perfec." At that moment, Harry came down the stairs. Hermione could tell that he'd spritzed some cologne on before heading down.
"Valery!" he said, smiling. Hermione wanted to puke. Bad enough seeing your best friend being all romantic, but worse if the romance would end with his death. "Any reason for you to drop by...after all, I just left your house!"
"Harry, silly, you forgot your coat! How could you do that?" she said, all giggly and flirty. Hermione's thoughts began to frantically race. She had to do something now. She had no clue how to break the Imperius curse, but she had to try. Harry was, after all, very good at resisting the curse, but at the moment he had no idea that he was even under it. Here he was, thinking that he was moving by his own will, loving a bitch by his own will, when really, the very powerful and extremely good witch Valery Fox, daughter of Lord Voldemort himself, was the reason behind Harry's temporary insanity. "Harry!" Hermione screamed. "Break her thoughts! Don't say, Oh, okay, sweetie! Remember Ron, Harry! She killed Ron! She killed him, he's dead somewhere! Or.banished.she killed him Harry! Murderous woman! Resist her, Harry, resist her!" Hermione glanced over at Harry, who seemed to be struggling with reality. It's working, Hermione realized gleefully, oh good God it is working! And that's where Valery came in.
"Harry, sweetheart, she's crazy in love with you! She'll say anything. She's just jealous because we're getting married! Don't listen to her! Why on earth would I put the Imperius curse on you?"
"Harry, no! She's Voldemort, the bastard, Voldemort's daughter! Of course she'd want you dead---you killed her fucked up father! C'mon, Harry, you're better than this, break the curse!" Hermione stared at Harry, her breath heavy and panting, her nostrils flared wide. She saw the confusion etched on his face and felt instantly sorry for him. Here was his best friend and the girl he lusted after---both yelling at him to do something completely opposite. What was he going to do? And of course, he acted like a man...
"Both of you! What the hell are you talking about....Hermione...does she not love me....wait, no...Valery, my....." But whatever he was about to say was cut off. Valery put a silencing charm on Harry, and called loudly, "Harry Potter! Listen to every word I say to your mudblood best friend now!" Harry's facial expression turned from that of shock to anger when he heard "mudblood" but of course there was nothing he could say. Before he had time to get his wand, Valery grabbed it and stuffed it into the neckline of her low cut dress.
"This Mud Blood has been right all along, Harry Potter. Yes, my father was the Great Lord Voldemort, noble man, thwarted in his ambitions by a little bastard...you," Valery said simply as she glanced almost hungrily at Hermione. Hermione almost whimpered in terror. She reached for her wand and found to her dismay that she couldn't find it!
"Looking for this, mudblood?" Valery said, bringing her left hand from behind her back and twirling around the wand. "No. Not yet. First I will continue my story...humiliate Potter to the fullest, you know. Not believing you! What kind of a friend is that?" Harry seemed to be struggling with the fact that he couldn't say anything. Hermione closed her eyes, knowing that if he could, her ears would be deaf with expletives.
"So, anyway, let's go back to seventh year, shall we?" Valery continued. "I entered Hogwarts with one reason---to destroy you, Harry Potter. And I failed. Oh God, those days were so hard.....I thought I had such a perfect plan when I decided to kill....yes, I did kill Ron Weasley. Was dating him behind your back, Harry. Hermione was right about that, too. Told him that we....that is, me and you, Harry....that we were through. I gave him twice as many love potions as I gave you, just to make sure, until his infatuation with me was absolutely perfect. Then I lured him with me to America, can you believe it, I took him to America! Performed the Killing curse on him and buried his body in some small town in Texas! Nobody suspected me at all. When I came back, he was gone and you were about to fight with my father. Ron's death was supposed to weaken you.what I didn't realize was that it would strengthen you ultimately, I didn't realize you had such a good relationship with Ron! And so anyway, you killed my father. I could not believe you, you puny, weak little half-blood of a wizard, had defeated my father, the Greatest Wizard of All Time! And so, as soon as seventh year was over, I disappeared from your life. I couldn't take it. You were still alive, and my father....well, he was not. And then, about a year ago, my father appeared to me in a dream...oh, it was marvelous. He told me to avenge his death, and I knew what I needed to do. I wasted six months just finding you; I was so lucky to bump into you at the Three Broomsticks that fateful day! And since then, it's history. You were once again full of burning desire for me, and I had you under my thumb....until this blasted witch, fucking mudblood, came along. I knew she'd figured it out, or would, very quickly---my intuition told me this much when I met her at lunch. And so I performed a quick and silent spell to make sure she couldn't get away because I have the perfect use for her. You see, Harry, once I kill you...this mud blood will suffer from my sins! She will get a life sentence in Azkaban and well, my work will be done." Valery looked at them both, biting her lip and breathing deeply. Hermione guessed that she had used a lot of energy for this speech. Tears pricked her eyes as she thought of poor Ron buried somewhere in Texas. She looked over at Harry, who looked ready to kill Valery. Except for the simple fact that he had no wand or voice, so both physical and verbal ambushes were out of the question.
Hermione saw Valery's eyes dart from place to place and knew something wild was about to happen. Sure enough, Valery picked up her wand and pointed it at Harry. She took a deep breath and Hermione jolted into action, knowing exactly what was coming. No, it couldn't happen. Harry was the Boy who Lived, the Man who Defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. There was no way that the Boy who Lived could be killed by Voldemort's daughter. No way! What would happen to the wizarding world? Anybody close would know that she, Hermione, had not done it. Without thinking, Hermione rushed between the wand and Harry just as Valery was shouting, "Avada Kedavra" but didn't realize that a mirror was still between herself and Valery. As a result, Hermione saw a shock of blinding green light and felt it hit her body, but still lived for a few seconds at least. "Run, Harry," she gasped. "Run!" There was no need for her to speak. Harry had already grabbed a wand from Valery and performed a Stupefy curse of his own. "Hermione!" he screamed. But Hermione could barely hear him. Her mind and body seemed to melt into the tiles of Harry's floor, and Hermione knew it was all over. She had done this for Harry, she reminded herself, for the Boy who Lived....
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Harry Potter stood, knees shaking, at his best friends' funeral. Both Ron's body, which had been recovered from Texas, and Hermione's body, were being buried here today. Harry closed his eyes as tears flowed freely. Voldemort's daughter Valery Fox had been locked up in Azkaban for life, with death sentence waiting, but that was not enough. Harry's mistakes had cost both Ron and Hermione their very lives. Harry stood there, numb from the shock of seeing Hermione hurtle herself to save Harry's life. I'm such a bastard, Harry thought miserably. I am such a bastard. As the ceremony droned on, Harry couldn't take it anymore. This was not the way it was supposed to end. With that, he suddenly got up and walked slowly away from the ceremony. He heard shouts behind him but he didn't care. He walked directly into the beautiful sunset as it beckoned him to start a new life.