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Masters of Manipulation	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 28506 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter seventeen

The grounds were indeed glorious. Viktor had not exaggerated one bit, when he told her that the nature surrounding the Durmstrang Institute was impressive. It truly was. Large mountains dominated the horizon. All around her were the largest needle pine-trees Hermione had ever seen. Silfer-firs flanked the road towards the castle, which was barely visible in the distance. On her right side, a completely frozen-up lake, thrice the size of the one at Hogwarts, glittered in the moonlight. And all of it was covered in a thick, heavy pack of pure white snow. It was like a fairytale picture. Any moment now a carriage pulled by the most beautiful horses would stop and the princes would be rescued. Hermione snorted.

'And they lived happily ever after,' she thought sardonic.

However, this was real life, which meant the princes had to walk the long and winding road towards the castle in the distance. A very familiar long and winding road, but Hermione shook the eerie feeling away by remembering she had seen pictures of it. It was just a dream, after all. She was being silly. The snow crackled underneath her snow boots, but that was the only sound that was audible in the late night, so she did not muffle it, yet. After a brisk walk of an hour-and-a-half she reached the clearing before the Durmstrang Castle. She muffled the sound of her footsteps and followed the tree line towards the staff entrance on the side.

Durmstrang wasn't nearly as big as Hogwarts. The castle had only two towers on each side, and on top of those towers huge fires burned, lighting the sky. It was a mere four storeys high, but that would still cost Hermione some time to search every floor for Grindelwald's sign. She wished Krum had told Harry the exact whereabouts of the sign, that way she would not have to scout the entire castle, but unfortunately, that was not the case. And Hermione knew she was lucky that so far she had gone unnoticed, because the loud party sounds indicated that there were a lot of people present tonight. Hermione had a cover story ready, but she'd rather not use it, because it was a bit flimsy at best. She was about to open the staff-only door when someone else threw it open. Hermione ducked behind it and stood there, covered between the door and the wall.

'Mikhail! Mikhail!' a man shouted upwards. 'Secure the castle! A-Level, now!'

The door flew shut again, after the man had stepped back inside. Hermione ran back to the trees. What was going on? She just made it back to the tree line and hid behind a great fir, when the front door opened up and people started pouring out of the castle. A brilliant flash emanated from both towers of the castle and a ball of fire spread across the sky, dispersing in every direction. It was followed by a deep thundering roaring. A loud crack, and to her horror, Hermione saw the ice of the lake rise up, creating a wall higher than a Muggle skyscraper. And as the thunder increased, the mountains started moving, joining that wall of ice in forming a barrier surrounding the castle that not even a fly could pass through.

'Oh no,' Hermione thought anxiously, 'I'm stuck here.'

'Light the fires! Light the fires!'

On the clearing in front of the castle, flames erupted, forming two parallel lines of fire, resembling the strip of an airport.

'Leonide! Pyotr! Assemble the students in line. He's coming!'

Hermione saw how all the students were directed into groups and were made to wait like a military parade. They all had their dress uniforms on. The same one she was wearing. At least, she had had that detail right. The students were chattering excitedly and some of them were pointing to the sky. A large flame erupted out of nowhere, growing and growing, until it took the form of a Chimaera, and another one, and a third one… The two Chimaeras flanked each other, while the first one was slightly ahead in the middle of them both, forming a perfect letter V. Hermione bit her lip as she watched the Fiendfyre forms from her dream hover in the night sky.

Suddenly, it was there. A huge black, metallic eagle as wide as an ocean liner appeared between the two chimaeras. The eagle's tail was erupting giant flames, leaving a path of fire in the bird's wake. And it dove to the ground surrounded by the protective Chimaeras, landing straight between the fire-lines. For a brief moment all Hermione saw was fire, but the Chimaeras flew back up. They left the eagle standing alone, and it flapped its wings, until it remained still. Steam emanated from the metallic bird as the snow had melted within a large radius of it. And Hermione noticed the sign on the bird's wings, the triangular eye of the Deathly Hallows. A hissing noise came from the bird, and on the side, a door flapped open, forming a downward ramp, which turned into a staircase. And there, above the stairs, stood a tall, curly blond-haired wizard. Hermione closed her eyes.

'You have got to be kidding me,' she thought, disgruntled. 'Don't these dark wizards have anything better to do than hop around their former place of education?'

The students had all sank to one knee, and in the middle of them, stood a rather plumb looking wizard; the one, who had been shouting earlier to everybody and had told them all what to do.

'Vasili,' Grindelwald said, 'my old friend.'

And he spread his arms out wide as he walked down the stairs towards what Hermione assumed to be the Headmaster of Durmstrang. The two men slammed their arms around each other and patted the other on the back, before letting go. Grindelwald took a hold of Vasili's shoulders and he eyed him up and down approvingly.

'I see you haven't failed to take care of yourself,' he said and his brilliant blue eyes sparkled joyous.

'Gellert, you know how good the food is here, so...,' Vasili said, laughing apologetically.

Grindelwald looked around. 'Come, come, get those students off the ground. It's freezing out here.' And he waved his hands upwards. 'Up, up, you lot.'

Slowly, the students climbed back onto their feet at Gellert's command. Grindelwald turned around and faced the others that had followed him out of the eagle. He spread his arm out towards a black-haired woman, who joined him, and he swung his arm around her shoulder.

'Always this ridiculous kneeling business,' Gellert said to her, rolling his eyes.

She smiled at him, and he introduced her to Vasili. 'I don't believe you've met my wife, yet.'

'Milady Grindelwald, a pleasure,' Vasili said, and he made a small bow, while kissing her hand.

She gave him a courteous nod.

'Always the gentleman,' Gellert grinned, and he looked upward to take in the building. 'So I see my old alma mater hasn't changed much. This castle is still as ugly as ever. Nevertheless, it's good to be back, and I thank you for inviting me over.'

'My pleasure, I was surprised you accepted, though. I didn't think you would want to come back,' Vasili said.

'Oh, but I remember the party before Christmas very vividly. I have some very fond memories of them. Besides, why wouldn't I want to come back to my old school?' Gellert said cheerful.

'Well, because you got thrown off?' Vasili replied.

Grindelwald roared with laughter, and he started walking towards the entrance. 'Now, now, Vasili, you wouldn't want to give these fine young people over here the idea that it's alright to not finish their education, would you?' And he winked mischievously to one of the boys in the crowd. 'So what have you got in store for us tonight?'

'All your old friends are here. So…,' but Vasili halted his speech upon Grindelwald's sudden swirl towards him.

'All?' Gellert said mockingly. And his head swivelled sideways pretending to be searching.

'Well,' Vasili said snorting, 'I'm afraid Albus could not make it.'

And both man roared with laughter. 'Still hiding in that castle of his, is he?' Grindelwald said, amused.

'Apparently,' Vasili said, grinning.

'Too bad. I could use a challenge. You have no idea the kind of dunderheads I duel these days. Bleh!' and Gellert stuck out his tongue. 'Besides, I have stumbled upon this theory concerning Corporeal Transfiguration, and I could certainly use his input on making that a practicality.'

'You can always send him an owl,' Vasili suggested.

Both men looked at each other in amusement. 'You know, Vasili. That's not a bad idea. I'll have to think about that.'

'So are you planning on taking over Britain any time soon?' Vasili asked.

'Well, there are still some preparations that need to be set in place, before I can motion my forces into the UK. But eventually, I suppose, when Mohammed won't come to the mountain … this mountain will just have to go find his best friend for himself.'

'Gellert, could we finish this lovely discussion indoors, before you start repeating the goat anecdote again,' Mrs Grindelwald said, annoyed. 'It is freezing out here.'

Hermione was very much in agreement with Mrs Grindelwald here. The temperature was dropping to dangerously low levels. She had to find a way to get inside; otherwise she would freeze to death out in these woods. Especially, since she could not use magic to warm herself, because that would give away her location.

'Sorry darling,' said Gellert to his wife, and he waved his hand at the masses. 'Come on, everybody, I thought there was supposed to be a party here.'

And they all started to go inside, chattering and laughing, enjoying themselves. Except for the two men, who were flanking the eagle's entrance, they were monitoring the environment. Hermione saw the brief moment of opportunity, and she took it. As the students were all scattered around the place, dressed in the same manner as Hermione was dressed, she moved away from behind the fir and walked calmly towards the staff-only entrance, like she had every right to be there. It worked perfectly. No one took notice and she breathed in deeply after the door flew shut behind her. Now, all she had to do was: prevent detection, find the sign on the wall and nick a book if it was around.

'So, that shouldn't prove to be a problem at all,' Hermione thought dryly.

Hermione hid inside a cupboard in the corridor leading to the Durmstrang kitchen and she waited for an hour, until the sounds of the party indicated that the people were getting more and more intoxicated. Eventually, she saw the opportunity she had been waiting for. A very drunk wizard, who had her height and build, walked into her corridor all by himself and leaned against the wall for support, before he took another sip from the bottle of Firewhisky in his hands.

'Perfect,' Hermione thought, before she cast the stunner non-verbally.

She pulled out a hair from the man and dumped the body in the cupboard she had been hiding in, before taking a sip of the Polyjuice Potion. After she changed into the stupefied wizard and tossed some of the Firewhisky over her clothes, Hermione felt confident to start checking the corridors. She passed the Durmstrang variant of the Great Hall and noticed Grindelwald sitting in the centre, talking animatedly with the group around him. He was gesturing wildly and everybody around him seemed almost entranced by his charm. Hermione watched the party filled with happy people and her mind dwelt on the millions in Europe, who were being persecuted for being born into a non-wizarding family. The millions, who were killed, tortured and made to vanish, like they never existed, like they did not matter to anyone. After Grindelwald's fall from power in 1945, inside the European Mainland only a few Muggle-born witches and wizards were found alive. And there he sat. The monster that was responsible, being the enigmatic life of the party.

'Serge, Serge! There you are!'

Hermione looked into the round face of a very tiny man. She was thankful for the use of the Translator Linguist Spell. Nobody would recognise it here, since it had been invented by Gilbert Wimple in 1971, and she would have been detected quickly, if she could not understand what people were saying.

'Serge, come, you've got to meet him,' the tiny man said, and he started to pull her into the Hall. Before she could protest, Hermione stood face to face with Gellert Grindelwald. Well, he was sitting down and she stood rather stupidly on the other end of the table, unable to speak a word. The tiny man, whom she still did not know the name from, introduced her to Grindelwald. 'This is Serge Soussan; my friend and our new Dark Arts Professor.'

Hermione practically choked on hearing that description. She had picked a professor to Polyjuice into! Grindelwald got to his feet and moved over to greet her. He grabbed her outstretched hand and gave her the most entrusting feeling with his handshake she had ever felt in her life.

'Soussan? That's a French name, isn't it?' Gellert said jovial.

Hermione merely nodded dumbfounded, but apparently, that was not something Gellert found strange.

'So where in France are you from?' Gellert asked, while he placed his arm around her shoulders.

Hermione noticed he sniffed, before he pulled a face to his wife that clearly said "another intoxicated wizard". But that sniff followed by his veiled condescending expression gave Hermione an idea.

'Nice,' Hermione answered, shortly. It had been a vacation address for her and her parents for many years.

'Ah, the beauty of the Ruines of Cemenelum, but you must, of course, know its history?' Gellert replied.

'The Muggle one or the real events,' Hermione said snorting, and she swayed a bit, like she almost could not remain standing.

Gellert laughed and held onto her. 'A wizard, who speaks his mind. I suppose there isn't much work for Dark Arts Teachers in France, but I can assure you, once I've renovated that Institution that has the gall to call itself magical education, your important subject will be obligated to all.' And he spread out his arms and landed them on her shoulders. 'I've great respect for the professors of Durmstrang. Well, these days I do,' Gellert said mischievously. 'You'll just have to forgive me for my teen years.'

Everybody started laughing.

'I'm a professor?' she slurred, surprised. 'Am I any good?'

And she reached for the bottle of Firewhisky on the table before her. Grindelwald roared with laughter and so did the others around him. Her alleged friend intervened. 'I think you've had enough tonight, Serge,' he said, and he pulled the bottle away from her, before guiding her away from the table.

Hermione was relieved when she was out of the Durmstrang Hall and had got rid of this tiny clingy man, whom she still did not know the name from. She wiped off her forehead and made her way to the first floor. She was lucky. After crossing only two corridors, she saw it, the triangular sign of the Deathly Hallows. Excited, she checked the wall. She almost yelled in triumph when she spotted the magical disturbance in the bricks. There was definitely an entrance of some kind here.

For a while, she tried all kinds of things to get whatever sort of doorway that was there to open, but nothing worked. A couple of times, some students passed, greeting her politely, while she merely nodded to them and pretended to be resting against the wall. However, it got later and later, and she was still not a single step further. Well, she knew what wouldn't open the damn entrance. Hermione leaned against the wall opposite to the sign, and she was beginning to wonder what she had been thinking into coming here, without even as much as a hint into what, where, and how. She snorted.

'I'm definitely turning into Harry,' she thought, grinning. 'Going places without thinking it through first.'

She glared at the sign and the wall that wouldn't budge. 'Only Harry would have got in there,' she thought annoyed with herself.

If only Professor Dumbledore would have supplied her with a bit more information, with a bit more help, then she might have found a way in. But the only thing Professor Dumbledore had given her was lectures on how dangerous it was here and that she had to keep that blasted Slytherin book safe. A book! Professor Dumbledore had given her that Deathly Hallows book! She pulled her beaded bag out from underneath her robes and rummaged through it, until she found The Tale of Beedle the Bard.

Hermione looked from the sign on the wall before her to the sign on the cover of the book. Dumbledore had personally drawn the sign of the Deathly Hallows on the cover. And he had done it in such a way that the people from the ministry would not notice it, but he had counted on her to find it. He had counted on her to see what trained Unspeakables would miss. Hermione started skipping through the leaves of the book, until she had reached the story of the three brothers. Careful, she scanned the pages for some kind of clue, but in the end she closed it up and looked back at the cover.

It was a beautiful cover of thick leather. Her hand caressed the book when she felt the sign move underneath her hand. She almost shrieked but was able to hold it in, and she looked at the cover curiously. There was nothing out of the ordinary visible. She placed her hand back on the sign and felt it move again, but this time, she kept her hand there. Suddenly, she felt how something was pushed out of the leather into her hand. It had a cold and metallic feel to it. Hermione held out her hand and saw a silvery amulet, shaped in the form of the triangular eye.

And it was like Dumbledore had left her a note with it, because she knew what she needed to do next. Hermione walked over to the sign on the wall and placed the amulet in the curves of the wall. It fitted precisely. A click was heard. The amulet started turning counter clockwise, until it had finished a full circle and disappeared into the wall. Now, the sign on the wall started to turn clockwise, and slowly, the contours of a circle were carved around the sign. This circle was almost as big as Hermione herself. Another click and a round shaped hole appeared. She, quickly, stepped through it and saw the wall was reappearing behind her. The contours of the circle vanished, the Deathly Hallows sign reappeared and it spat out the amulet. Hermione caught it before it clattered to the floor, and she pocketed it. The passageway before her was dark.

'Lumos.'

Hermione started to walk. A staircase let her down, and she knew she had to be very far beneath the castle after a while, because she had only been one storey up, and these steps took forever. Eventually, she had come to the last step and a fork was visible in the now underground passageway. She decided to keep right. That way, if she was wrong, she could always go back and make a different choice. After several right turns, the lack of obstacles began to unnerve her.

'Gellert would never allow a book like that lying around. He will have placed it under heavy security.'

So where was this heavy security? She noticed her own features were visible again. The Polyjuice Potion had worn off some time ago. Still slightly apprehensive about the lack of attacks, she kept moving, until she reached a dead end. Hermione turned around and returned to the last junction she had taken and took the other corridor there. And from thereon, she turned right again and again. She felt secure that her logical mind would get her out of here, eventually. But she also felt it was going to take forever at this rate when she reached a dead end again and had to turn back. A feeling of dread became upon her. And she started to jog. This was beginning to look an awful lot like some kind of maze. She walked back to the last intersection and she noticed there were, suddenly, four corridors present. An extra pathway had magically appeared.

'Oh no,' Hermione thought.

She stood still on the crossing. Her plan was mathematically based on elimination, but for that to work the passageways had to remain where they were. And they appeared to be moving. Hermione knew she was completely lost. And she realised why there were no safeguards before. The point was to trap someone down here. To get them in as far as possible, so they could not leave or reach their destination. She could admire the sheer efficiency of it. Hermione sat down on the ground. There must be a way out of this. She was certain of it. There always was a solution, a flaw.

'Too bad I don't have a map,' she thought, 'or do I?'

Excited, she pulled out the children's fairytale book again. Eager, she skipped through its pages. And there it was, a picture, drawn inside the story of Hansel and Gretel. The two children, who got lost in the woods, much like she was lost here, underground. The picture showed a representation of the two children walking through a forest that looked an awful lot like a maze. Suddenly, Hanzel disappeared from the picture completely as Gretel's figure reappeared at another location. Gretel was sitting on the ground in the same manner as Hermione was sitting. And there were two ways Gretel could walk. She could walk towards her father's house or towards the sugar candy cottage. Hermione just knew that those were the ways towards the exit and the book. She stood up and so did Gretel. Hermione turned left and watched what Gretel was doing. Gretel turned towards her father's house.

'Wrong way,' Hermione thought, and she turned towards the cottage made of sweets and started walking.

She kept a concentrated eye on the picture in the book, while she walked the corridors. They seemed to last forever, but in the end, Gretel reached the sugar candy cottage. It stood in the middle of a clearing. Hermione stopped at the edge of the clearing. Right in the middle of the clearing stood a lectern and on it lay a blue-bronze leather book that was undoubtedly titled: Mind over Matter by Rowena Ravenclaw.

Hermione remained standing there, fighting the impulse to run over, grab the book and leave. But she knew it was too easy. There had to be a catch. She took another look at the picture, but Gretel was merely standing at the edge of the clearing and there was nobody or anything else visible.

'Wasn't there some evil witch in this story?' Hermione thought concerned.

And she remembered that the witch had wanted to eat the children, but was thrown into the fire of the oven herself by Gretel. And the witch had not appeared, until Gretel and her brother had started eating from the cottage. So if there was an analogy with the story here, it was most likely that the moment Hermione was to touch the book, trouble would arrive and not sooner. She started walking, wand at the ready. And as she had suspected nothing happened, yet. Hermione looked down on the lectern. The book lay there, seemingly innocent. She shrugged her shoulders. She watched Gretel standing next to the cottage, and Hermione turned in all directions to check which way the exit was.

'Only one way to find out,' Hermione said loudly, and she, recklessly, grabbed Rowena's volume and started running in the direction of Gretel's father's house.

A crackling sound and large flames erupted all the way around the clearing's perimeter, followed by the heavy sounds of footsteps that were heard in the distance. Hermione looked at the picture in the book. Sure enough, the witch had appeared in there and was approaching Gretel. She was right in the pathway towards the girl's home. Hermione started running towards the flames, straight for the witch, but she needed to pass whatever it was anyway. She directed her wand at the flames and cast a Flame Freezing Charm at them. She stepped through the fire, which now felt like a warm summer breeze.

Quickly, Hermione ducked behind the wall on her right, because she saw the huge dragon that was approaching towards her position. The witch in the picture was a gigantic, fifty feet high, ferocious looking dragon! She guessed that was the irony of the analogy with Hansel and Gretel, death by being burned into an oven and then eaten. Hermione remembered what Harry had done to escape the Hungarian Horntail, but she hated flying and did not have a broom to summon anyway. So she decided on the course of action Sirius had wanted to suggest to Harry as it was the same one she had seen Viktor Krum execute.

The dragon stepped around the corner. Hermione cast the curse and missed. The dragon breathed. Hermione rolled out of the way. The dragon roared another time and fire flew straight at her. She aimed one of Charlie's Extinguishing Spells to put out the fire, but she saw that it was not completely successful and she raised her left arm and cloak in protection over her head as the remainder of fire hit her. Hermione screamed as she felt the flames burn into her arm and she threw off the cloak quickly.

'Aquamenti!' she yelled and her arm was covered in water, putting out any residual flames that were still present.

The dragon, furiously, took in another breath. Hermione aimed again, and this time, her Conjuctivitis Curse hit the dragon directly in the eyes. It went into violent convulsions and breathed wildly into every direction, but now, Hermione was ready and her Extinguishing Spell did the trick. She skulked past the dragon as silent as she could to prevent detection, but it was not paying attention to Hermione anymore. It was wildly stamping with his feet and was breathing fire in all kinds of directions from the pain it sustained in its eyes. Several times its fire, accidentally, nearly hit her, but she made it to the corridor anyway and started running when she was certain, it could no longer hear her. She ran all the way towards the house of Hansel and Gretel, towards the exit out of this maze.

As she placed the amulet into the sign on the wall, she realised how very lucky she had been. Back in 1944 they did not have any Extinguishing Spells that were effective enough to put out the fire of a dragon, and the Conjuctivitis Curse wasn't created until 1965 by an unknown party. No one in this day and age would have been able to get past that blasted creature in there. She stepped through the hole and entered the corridor of Durmstrang again.

'Thank Merlin, it is empty,' Hermione thought, putting her wand down.

She was very relieved with that, because she knew perfectly well she could no longer pass for the professor, since the potion had worn off hours ago. She saw the dawn appear through the windows on the east side of the corridor. It was morning already.

Hermione looked at her burned-to-a-crisp left arm. It was completely black. It was absolutely scorched to the bone. She knew it was the reason why it did not hurt at all. There wasn't a single functioning nerve left to cause her any pain. Only her left shoulder was painful, but that was the rim of the burned area. Hermione looked at her forever-lost left arm. Dragon burns this severe were not curable, not even in her time. Charlie had the burn marks to prove how magic failed in curing dragon fire injuries. And her injuries were much more seriously. She knew she would lose the arm altogether.

A voice inside her head warned her to get a move on: 'You will lose more than an arm if someone finds you here, and those wounds kind of stick out.'

She pulled the fur coat out of her beaded bag and put it on carefully. And she started to walk downstairs. The castle was seemingly quiet. Not a breath was heard in a single corridor. Hermione passed a man, who lay on the floor sleeping. He had completely passed out. Another fellow was lying against a statue, hugging it. It was almost like the tale of the sleeping beauty. Everywhere, people were snoring.

Hermione went straight to the staff-only entrance door. She did not have time to fool around in corridors and that door was the closest one to the edge of the forest. When she opened the door, she saw to her utter relieve that the giant eagle was gone. The wall of ice was down and the mountains had moved back into their original position. Gellert Grindelwald had left already, and she could walk out of this place unharmed.

She was almost near the tree line when she heard it approach. Hermione swirled around on the spot and looked up into the sky. The chimaeras were back and so was the eagle! And it was landing in rapid speed. She ran the last bit to the trees, hoping she was not seen. Why would he be back? She knew the book was in her bag. Could he be aware of the fact that it was stolen?

She stood behind the giant fir when Gellert Grindelwald came running out of the eagle in an impressive speed, leaving his bodyguards far behind him. His face no longer showed the joyous, pleased expression it had before. He was furious about something, and Hermione had a sneaking suspicion it was her book nicking that was the cause of his fury. When he ran inside the castle with his goons, Hermione started running on the long and winding road out of there. But she could still hear the terrifying, ferocious scream in the distance. Grindelwald had discovered his book was gone.

Fire spread through the sky and Hermione saw the lake rise again. The mountains moved back to trap her inside the Durmstrang territory, and she halted. She wasn't feeling too great. She felt like she was burning up inside. Her temperature went through the roof, even though it was, obviously, very much below zero degrees out here. She needed to get rid of this winter coat. Desperate to cool down, Hermione threw off the thick coat. She knelt down and grabbed some snow with her good arm to toss in her neck and face. Angry shouts reached her ear. So she got up again and started walking, but her steps were no longer firm and steady. She was swaying.

A burning fire lit up the early morning sky behind her. It was as if a second sun had risen into the air. Hermione stumbled around to watch its origin. She did not even panic as she noticed the abnormally large flames, which rose above the trees. It was, after all, what she had expected to see: Fiendfyre. She watched motionless as the fire turned into an enormous flaming Chimaera and she knew who that gigantic, fiery beast was sent out to pursue. And she watched it move towards her, while she remembered that Gellert Grindelwald would be standing behind her, on this very road, to kill her. So she did not turn around, she was too afraid to see that killer green light heading towards her.

Another burning fire lit up the sky. It came from behind her. Acceptance fell upon her as she realised she would soon join Sirius, Moody, and Dumbledore. Hermione merely glanced for a brief moment at the second set of flames that were quickly turning into another fiery beast. She was surrounded by Fiendfyre and there was nothing she could do about that. The Chimaera came charging at her and as she fell to the ground, unable to keep standing anymore, she watched the most unusual scene in the sky. A Chimaera of fire was assaulted head on by a fiery Serpent, and the two creatures battled for dominance over the sky. It was the last thing Hermione saw before everything turned black before her very eyes.

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