The Last Days of War

He pushes me forward and keeps me going with the sword pressed to my back. We walk down the staircases and I am all but walking dead now. My head hangs low for I have failed everyone. I wish I could just die. He pushes me down the last stairs and the pain is unbearable. "Get up! Don't you want to see your friends again?"

I scramble to my feet and he pushes me into the entranceway. There I see everyone, tied and gagged. Hate flows through my veins. He pushes me along them and stops at Hermione. Oh God Hermione, what have they done to you? I fear for her life and drop to her. "What are you doing?" he asked intrigued.

"Let her go she did nothing to you. It's me you want!" I scream.

"No she has done plenty. She will stay...Now get up!"

I do not move.

"Get up you filthy mudblood!"

I stay perfectly still grasping Hermione's hand.

"Have it your way Harry, she dies."

"No," I spring to my feet feeling as if my side has been torn open.

His men grab me, and move me away. I can still see him staring at her as if she is some experiment that he is interested in. I wanted to rip him limb from limb right there. He starts moving towards her and I lunge. The men hold strong and I can only watch as he touches her face. "Pretty thing, what a shame she won't be persuaded."

How dare he! I lunge once more but am still in the clutches of the guards. It is now that I realize that everyone's eyes are upon me, asking me what to do. I look away. What can I do? It is then that I realize that he has levitated Hermione. Unconscious she is helpless to his power. My eyes widen in horror as he starts saying something, no doubt a spell. "No!"

He glances my way giving me that smirk. That pushes me over the edge. I lunge at him causing the guards to fall back and jump atop this horrible creature. I bring him to the ground and pummel him with punches. He throws me off and I hit the wall. "That is enough I shall not wait any longer."

I look at him, he is not pointing to me but Hermione. I hear the all too familiar Avada and rush to Hermione. I see the green light speeding towards me. Images of my life flash by; My parents, images of Hogwarts, Ron, Hermione and myself laughing at the Burrow. The last is a picture of Hermione. It lingers for a second or so and then my world goes dark.

I am in some sort of tunnel. There is a light not far from where I stand. I start to walk towards the tunnel but it keeps getting farther and farther away. Now I hear voices. Voices that sound so far but yet so close. "Come back Harry."

Who are they? Where am I? Am I dead? All these questions race through my mind. The light is becoming brighter, I feel its warmth. I smell the sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla; Hermione's sent. Oh how I love that scent, how I long to hold it close in my arms as my own. I pick up my pace and find the light almost consuming me. I smile as the heavenly sent fills my lungs. Then as suddenly as it had come it was gone. The light remained but the heavenly sent was gone. I look towards the light and turn away. I walk in the direction I had come from and the scent had found its way back to me; warming my heart and soul.

The room disappeared. I took a breath and I heard people weeping. "You can't be gone," I heard the sweet voice cry-out.

I slowly opened my eyes and there she was like an angel from heaven staring down on me. "What's wrong Mione?" I ask my voice just above a whisper.

She stops crying and looks down upon me. Her loving smile plastered across her perfect face. It causes me to feel happy too, spreading my lips into a grin. I try to push myself off the ground but she pushes me back. "You're too weak. Save your strength."

She is right I have no more strength. I glance over to my side and find my wound still spilling my blood onto the floor. I realize that I do not have much time. "Hermione," I choke out.

"No Harry don't speak, help is on the way, save your strength," she said pressing her finger to my lips.

"I might not be here when they arrive," I say my voice barely audible.