Hey guys this is my first story ever written on fan fiction, so im sorry if im a bit rusty but I hope you like the story!

Chapter 1.

Death, death was everywhere you looked. Bodies of enemies and friends, body from dark and light scattered around the grounds like a jigsaw piece.

Battles were still carrying on with the remaining six people still alive, an uneven match considering as it was two against four, three if you look at it in reality as the fourth found himself gloating about his triumph.

The triumph, that left the two battling for his avengement, and battling for the prevention of dark taking over.

The two battlers had lost everything from this war, one who happened to loose more, and so caused that one to be more deadly than the other serving wizard.

These two wizards you may ask are: Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger.

They are the last serving members of the order of the phoenix, and the last remaining fighters of the light side.

Whilst there opponents were; Bellatrix Lestrange, Antoin Dolov, Lucious Malfoy and the fourth: Tom Marvolo Riddle other wise known as Voldemort.

The battle is going on as so: with Voldemort on the side lines gloating over his triumph over none other than Harry Potter 'The Boy Who Lived', who had died under the hands of his wand. Whilst Hermione was taking the trickier approach of battling Dolov and Malfoy, who happened to had of improved amazingly well after there last battle with her, whilst Neville was avenging his parents death.

If you took a look at Hermione's thoughts, you would find yourself terrified of what you would find, as she was the one who has sufferedthe most through out this war, from loosing her two bestfriends, from loosing her familys: one being her blood relations, and the other being the people who have been with through her year at Hogwarts and outside of Hogwarts.

The battle against the three was looking up on Hermione's lead over it all, as the others seem to weakening, Hermione though drained, she never illustrated it on her expressions, because if you took one look at her, you would see an expressionless face, which never demonstrated her true feelings, which she had learnt from the resounding years.

Neville on the other hand though he was at the peak of his battle with Bellatrix, you could see the tiredness resounding off of him.

"I killed Harry Potter, I killed 'The Boy Who Lived', pahh 'Boy Who Lived' is now 'The Boy Who Died' HAHHAHAHA!"

The gloating to which Voldemort kept going at, made Hermione see red. His taunting and gloating were tearing her up inside, and she burst you could say, because she built all her strength she had, and fired off curses at Malfoy and Dolov, and didn't even glance back when they hit the floor with a resounding 'thud'.

No all her consentration was landed on Voldemort himself, and Voldemort watched with a gleam in his eye as he saw her approach.

"Ahh the little Mudblood, come to kill yourself I see, just like the rest of them" Voldemorts gloat didn't hit Hermione emotionally as he thought it would, no he saw no emotion flash across her already emotionless face, it just stayed blank, with a ready glint in her that showed no fear as he thought it would.

"I wouldn't think so highly of yourself you know Riddle, with all your Horcruxes destroyed you are just like anyone of us now".

Hermione felt the need to keep talking to him, to destroy all the hope he had left, and she was going to carry out that feeling, even if it was the last thing she did.

"you got me there Mudblood, but who will be the one to carry out that dead?hmm you cant possibly think that a Mudblood like you could kill me? 'The Dark Lord', the owner of the Elder wand? HAH! Like you: would have a chance against me you worthless child!"

"you never know Tom, a worthless Mudblood like me could kill you, just like when you killed your own MUGGLE father when you were a mere child, and even if you supposidly own the precious 'Elder Wand'" Hermione stated sacrasticly "the chance that I could kill you is till there im afraid Tom".

"How DARE you! You haven't the right to call me by that name! to you it would be 'He Who Must Not Be Named'!" he roared to her.

"But Tom, why would I call you that when Tom if your birth name? 'He Who Must Not Be Named' just dosnt go right with me, as im sorry to say, im not afraid of a snake like you, your ego may not like it, but really after what I have been through and seen, you really think that I would be deeply frightened of you? Come on Tom I thought you had brains" Hermione stated simply, waiting for the response she hope she got and boy did it come to her.

"WHY YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE MUDBLOOD! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME! YOU SHOULD BE BEGGING FOR MERCY FOR ME NOT TO KILL YOU STRAIGHT OUT!"

With this response, he got the attension from Neville and Bellatrix who had seemed to be to caught up in their own battle to notice that there was only the four off them alive on the field.

"Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom you really should come up with better insults, I mean 'worthless little Mudblood'" she said with a squeaky approach to copying his voice "I thought you would have a range of descent insults being the 'The Dark Lord' and all" using finger quotes.

Before Voldemort could retaliate, Bellatrix jumped in with a vengenous "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO THE DARK LORD! How DARE you speak to him as so! YOU FILTHY LITTLE MUDBLOOD! CRUCIO!

Hermione she waved up her wand in response to the attack, and merley said "but Be-lla" she drawled out "I don't understand what you're talking about? Im simply stating the truth" she said with a sickly sweet voice and a smile to go with it.

But before Bella could strike back, Neville came back with a curse and he and Bella's battle broke out once more.

"It's a shame you know" Voldemort stated as he approached Hermione, she simply stayed were she was, and grounded her feet into the ground.

"And what Tom would that shame be?" Hemrione merely asked, slightly curious in to what he was saying.

"It's a shame you are a Mudblood" he replied whilst bringing his index finger up and gliding it up from her cheek down to her chin, and Hermione in response involuntarily shivered in disgust, to which Voldemort took as a good sign into breaking her down.

"Yes, a shame with such a pretty face you posses, and with such a fiery attitude as well" he purred, to which Hermione forced herself not to gag upone and be completely still and quite.

"I may even let you off, and let you live, yes that is a good idea if I say so my self, we could rule the world" he seemed so pleased with himself for coming up with such a good idea in his opinion that Hermione simply asked.

"I though I was a 'worthless Mudblood' Tom? Now you want me to stand by your side? Do you have desfuctional attitude problem of something?" normally people in this situation would either shut up, or agree to get away from the persopn but of course Hermione had to ask that knid of question being the Gryfindor she was, she wasn't anxious for the out come.

"Humor as well I see, yes would be a grand prize, and even as I hate admit it, you are a far powerful witch I have ever seen and for your age as well I think I can give you this…hmm yes…though for your account I think I can lay of your blood status as it wasn't your fault" he thought by saying this Hermione would be putty in his hands, by not having to worry about dieing, and easily forgetting the fact she was a Mudblood.

But this didn't cross Hermione's mind at all, because she was seriously thinking that he had some sort a personality disorder, because at first he was taunting her, then shouting then he comes out with this rubbish, serisouly he has to be mad.

"Tom, do you really think that I would want toy stand by your side, do you really think that I am ashamed of my blood status? Well let me tell you something Riddle, I for 1, wouldn't stand by your side even if we were the last people on earth, 2, I happen to be proud of my parents and blood status and being a Mudblood, and 3, why would you think that I would agree to your suggestion when you have killed all the people who I have loved, and ruined my life in the process?" Hermione stated with out missing a beat as she stared straight into the snake like red eyed slits of Voldemorts eyes without out even flinching at the cruelty and anger in them.

"Why you –"he was cut off from what he saying by a ghastly, blood curdling scream thatt erupted the scene before them.

A scene of which shown Neville looking disgusted on the ground beneath him, were layed the crippeled body of none other than Bellatrix Lestrange.

To the result of this scene, Voldemort exploded with fury and pointed his wand straight at Neville's chest, were his heart layed.

But before he could shout a curse at Neville, Hermione jumped out straight infront of him with a wand drawn with a deadly look on her face, rivalling the look shown on Voldemorts very on face.

"Move out of the way Granger, I plan on keeping to my idea I just told you" he cut the silence which enclosed up with his sharp cold voice.

"No, I think im alright standing were I am thank you very much Tom, as your plan if never going to happen, as you wont see the end of the day alive, let alone carry out ideas and plans you have formed out in your deranged head of yours".

His eyes narrowed onto hers, simply challenging her to make the first move, but to answer his challenge, she plainly stood her ground ready to fight.

"I see, you want a fight Granger? Then a fight is what you get – CRUCIO"

Hermione simply dodged the curse by a flick of her wrist, and silently flicked her wrist once more mentally saying 'Diffindo'.

The spell was easily blocked with a simple blocking charm.

The fight carried on from there with various of colours displaying the grounds around them, with various spells hitting their targets, whilst others were rather blocked or dodged.

Hermione, though already before the fight against Voldemort was already battered and brusiesed, was covered on blood head to toe, though some of it was from earlier, whilst crying over the bodies of loved ones.

Voldemort on the other hand was moderately cleaner than Hermione, though was hit with a range of curses from her than he felt weak and vunerable, yet he carried on his slightly blood form.

Neville kept trying to interfear, to which Hermione simply set a bubble around him protecting from flying hexes and curses coming out of Voldemorts wand, and would prevent him from coming out and getting himself hurt.

It felt as if they had both benn battling for days, but it had only been a few hours, both were tiring, yet both of them wouldn't give in.

"Ready to give up Granger" Voldemort said in between Curses flying from his wand.

Whilst Hermione simply stated "Never" using the same tactic by saying it between her hexes and curses.

It happened to quick for any one to notice, but it happened, Voldemort had managed to disarm Hermione from her wand, leaving it a foot away from her out stretched hands.

"AHA!HAHAHA! You're hopeless now Granger, you have by no means of killing me now you are defenceless! HAHAHA!"

Though what surprised Voldemort even more, was the fact that Hermione didn't even batter an eye lash, she kept steady and reading her self as if she had a plan waiting to come out.

"ahh, but Voldemort that is were you are wrong, you said it yorself earlier that I was a powerful witch, well you were right on thinking that Tom, because I have learnt things to which you never even incountered" she tated idly.

"And pray tell Granger what this incounter may be?" simply responded, whilst twilrling his wand in between his fingers as if what she is about to say if nothing.

"Hmm, it is better if I just showed you Tom", and with that said, she simply flicked her wrist and the wand Voldemort was simply twirling around with his fingers, flew out of his hands and straight into Hermione welcoming outstretched one.

"But wha-how?" Voldemort clearly stammered.

Hermione merely copied his antics by twirling the wand in her hands, showing him that she was completely at ease, which nerved him.

"Well you see Voldemort in fifth year I was given persmission to be allowed in the restricted section to find a book, and whilst I was on my search for it I came across a book describing the use of wandless magic" she stated still twirling the wand in her hands, even though she wasn't looking at him, she knew what his thoughts would be and his actions.

"I wouldn't bother if I were you Tom, the book is no longer there", she stated carmly.

"Then were would the book be", "Oh well after I came across it I of course took it out, and once I was finished with I destroyed it with the help of Dumbeldore, so it wouldn't end up in the wrong hands" she easily came back with, whilst she evenly looked him in the eyes, and saw defeat written in his face though he quickly covered it with a smirk.

"So what now then, are you going to kill me with the Elder Wand? You going to attack your oppoment whilst he is deafenceless? How Slytherin of you Granger" he added with a smirk.

"No" she stated resonabily, "I was merely stating to you that you didn't have the upper hand here" she then shocked him by throwing back the wand and quickly catched and pointed it her with a steady arm, which showed that he was determined for a fight.

But what shocked him, was the fact was the she didn't even summon her wand to her hands, no she just stood there, in front of the blood trator with a smirk playing across her lips.

He wanted to get back at her for making him seem weak, so he went for a weak spot to which he knew about.

"Hmm, you know killing you, will most probably be more pleasureable, than killing your family you know" he simply stated and was annoyed in not seeing emotion across her face so he carried on. "Watching the light leave their eyes was simply joy-full to watch, but then again you watched it happen didn't you?" he started to taunt her and was giddy when she raised her hand as if ready to attack but was disappointed when she didn't.

"Then all your friends as well Granger now they were quite amusing deaths some of them, what with flingling themselves infront of others saving their worthless little lives, hmm..lets see…ahh yes when weasley jumped infront of his little sister to protect her, when it turns out he was to slow, and then dying himself was purely hilarious on my account" he said through his laughter, he knew was getting to her know and he found it amusing as anything.

"Then that filthy half bread, now his death was truly spectacular wouldn't you think?"before she could even say anything he carried on "By the way he was trying to get that mutant child out along with his blood traitor of a wife with out no harm, only to be stabbed with a silver dagger, then having the family scream in pain of seeing him dieing, then the mutant brat dieing at the hands of one of my fate full death eaters followed by his blood traitor of a mother, hmm…no, no response to that then? Hmm…lets see ahh yes Ive got it the death of 'The Chosen One', now his death purely understated, it was a disappointme-"

But before he could even finsh he sentence, Hermione had heard enough and with all her energy, she moved her wrist and with an astounding bright breenlight erupted out of her hands into the shocked still form of Voldemort.

And with a resounding 'thud' he fell to the ground dead.

Hermione's energy was pretty low now, and she didn't have enough strength to carry out on the blue bubble forming around Neville, so it dropped and the last thing she felt and heard was Neville arms wrapping her up in his arms, "everything will be alright sis, I promise" and with that Hermione fell into unconsciousness.

So what did yah think? I know its long but I couldn't help myself please, please re-view!