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Filthy Little Mudblood	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 30388 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione opened the door to the Meeting Room and looked around. Empty.

�Severus, where are you?� she called.
He didn�t answer her, but she could tell it was because he didn�t want to, not because he couldn�t. It would have taken only moments for him to heal Remus, and she knew he would not have wasted time returning, only to risk angering their master. That could only mean one thing--they had already left for the Ministry and he did not want her to know.
As she turned from the door and began to formulate her plan, she vaguely reprimanded herself for calling Tom her �master.� That thought was quickly replaced when she realized the only thing left for her to do would be to Apparate directly to the Ministry of Magic and meet them at the Room of Love, in the Department of Mysteries. The Dark Lord would be angry, but she felt sure she could make him understand.
Snapping her fingers, she disappeared quickly, only to reappear beside the Fountain of Magical Brethren. Habit dictated that she should pull out her wand, but, circumstances what they were, there was no need for a wand with her abilities. Besides, firing hexes from two hands was much more efficient than from one wand.
The entire floor appeared to be deserted and the elevator came quickly, taking her to the Department of Mysteries in only a moment. In her anxious state, it seemed like hours. Finally, the doors clanked open, and she immediately heard shouts and explosions. The Order had arrived and this would be no easily accomplished mission to gain information; this would be the end, the final battle of a war fought for far too long.
�Milord, it still will not budge,� she heard Rodolphus say harshly as he threw another curse at what appeared to be a clear but very thick and impenetrable boulder before them.
Lucius stood at his side, firing curses as well, and she watched closely as the Dark Lord confidently walked forward and threw his own curses at the barrier. It appeared she had arrived only moments after the others, and they had yet to notice her. The longer she watched the barrier, however, the more distinct the shapes behind it became. Mad-Eye Moody was standing before them, wand raised as though he was the one creating the blockade. Behind him, other members of the Order were scurrying around in the Rotating Room; the faces of Harry, Ron, Remus, Kingsley and several Weasleys were easily recognizable to her now. She gave a slight moment of thanks when she couldn�t find Charlie, knowing that if Tom saw him, he would immediately know that Severus had lied about killing him.

Although she couldn�t tell what they were doing, and there certainly did not seem to be a pattern to their movements, Hermione was sure Moody was stalling them for some particular reason, perhaps allowing them time to enter the Room of Love, even though the Death Eaters held the Rotating Room door open.
She had only seconds to ponder that before Voldemort threw another curse, shaking the obstruction, but not disrupting its permanence. Without thinking, Hermione walked forward, sliding her right hand into his left. Anger flashed across his face, but he seemed to understand time was not to be wasted.
�Stand back!� he commanded, and together their curses obliterated the clear stone as if it were made of glass. Hermione watched in shock as Voldemort sent each of the shards flying directly at Mad-Eye, millions of tiny pieces piercing his body and draining his blood almost instantly.

�Hermione, what are you doing?!� Severus asked harshly, but she ignored him as hexes from the Order began flying their way.
Sending up a shield, she walked away from the others and over to Mad-Eye. As she looked down at him for a moment, the entire room began to shake and spin, and she almost fell with the suddenness of the movement.
Within moments, she found herself shoved onto her back in between the stone benches and Severus� hard weight pressed on top of her as curses flew over his head.
�I�ll ask again,� he said sternly, his face mere inches from her own as he pinned her hands above her head, his large palm not allowing her to fire a single curse in his direction. �What are you doing here? All you had to do was Apparate your father from the manor and you both would have been safe!�
�Worried about me, Severus?� she asked coyly before sighing when he didn�t respond like most men would. �What does it look like I�m doing here?� She thought it rather obvious. When he simply stared at her, she continued. �As you can see, the Dark Lord will see to my safety. I am in no danger here.�

�The Dark Lord?� He replied, using their silent form of communication as the hexes continued to fly and yet they remained unnoticed. �Have you forgotten he is the cause of the war we have found ourselves right in the middle of now? Most importantly, Hermione, have you forgotten which side you are supposed to be on?�

She looked at him defiantly as her hand itched with the desire to join the others, and he could sense her anger over-flowing. �You have questioned my allegiance once, Severus. Do not make the mistake of doing so again.�

He looked down at her with surprised indignation, wondering all the while why he hadn�t asked her this only hours before. Those words, words that had just come from her own mouth, were spoken as though from the Dark Lord himself.

�I will question whatever I feel needs to be questioned. You owe me an answer and you will give me one.� She stared into his eyes, her small chin sticking up as she dared him to say it again. �Answer me!� he snarled.
Before she could reply, however, a curse grazed his suddenly raised shoulder and he toppled off of her, giving her the opportunity she needed to jump up and join the battle. Her eyes took in the circular room even as she blocked spell after spell coming at her from the Order. A tattered veil was on display in the centre of a decrepit dais, and benches lined the wall. How had they gotten into the Death Chamber when the goal had been the Room of Love? It appeared she wasn�t the only one confused, and the fighting began to slow as others looked around as well.
�Hermione?� Harry asked suddenly when he saw her standing feet from him, emotions in his eyes that she refused to allow herself to acknowledge. Then his gaze drifted to the man who suddenly appeared beside her and his eyes hardened instantly.
�I will deal with you later,� Voldemort growled into her ear. Turning his full attention back to Harry, he spoke loudly, his voice cold, yet calm as he commanded the attention of everyone in the room. �I believe, Harry Potter, that we have finally reached the end. This pathetic little disturbance between us must come to a close at some juncture and tonight feels acceptable.�
�I agree,� Harry responded through clenched teeth.
As though someone had signalled for it, they all sprang back into action, Death Eaters fighting Order members with a clash of explosions, curses, and light. Hermione blocked curse after curse again, and noticed Severus and Lucius doing the same. Still, the Order was greatly outnumbered, and in no time at all, the second member fell. Hermione was slightly surprised to see Ginny leap in front of her mother and take a curse in Molly�s stead, but she couldn�t say she felt sorry for the loss.
Then, as though in a Muggle horror movie, Molly screamed her agony, only to be quickly silenced when Bella cackled with glee and sent the distraught mother flying across the room and into the stone wall. She then Levitated her up in the air, like a cat playing with a mouse, and her lifeless body hit another wall before quickly being slung back again and again until, in a fit of rage and turmoil, Arthur spoke the forbidden curse and Bellatrix Lestrange fell dead at her husband�s feet.
Hermione ducked behind another bench and fired a shot across her shoulder, listening as someone yelled from her minor Stinging hex, but not knowing who it was. On the other side of the bench, she came face to face with a very angry Remus.
�What the hell are you doing here?� he asked, covering her body with his own and running them behind a granite structure he had just Conjured.
�Remus, why aren�t you at Grimmauld Place?�
�Severus healed me and we came here. I didn�t know we�d have company! What are you doing?�
�Trying to stay alive at the moment,� she whispered harshly as he flung another curse around the blockade.
�Do that!� he ordered. �Stay here and don�t move until this is over.�
With those words, he took off again, wand raised and curses flying in rapid succession. Hermione, however, was fuming. Did they not believe she could do anything herself?
Suddenly, she noticed Arthur�s wand was pointed right at her and within seconds, the entire structure exploded and she ran for cover once more. She realized then that if she didn�t start defending herself more, they would kill her in no time. Harry and Voldemort were still firing curses at each other, both becoming ragged and bloody, their robes torn in several places, and she took the opportunity of the Dark Lord�s distraction to run to the other side of the room and join the battles there.
Rodolphus was duelling fantastically with Kingsley, but an Auror she didn�t recognize was sneaking up behind him with his wand drawn. She raised her hand, firing a curse and sending the man crashing against the wall with a loud �thud�. Turning to her quickly, Rodolphus nodded his head in acknowledgement before returning to his duel and severing Kingsley�s arm, leaving him defenceless. Another curse came her way and she quickly dodged it before spinning on her heels towards the aggressor. It would appear the Order had realized she had picked a side and were now intent on fighting her in earnest.
She quickly lost count as she watched Death Eaters become severely injured and Order members fall in death. Hermione tore her eyes away from the mayhem just in time to dodge another curse, only this time she turned to face another frightening scene. Remus and Peter were duelling languidly on the top of the benches. After several moments, Remus smiled and flicked his wand, killing Peter instantly.
Horrified, but too far away to do anything, Hermione watched as Dolohov raised his wand and trained it on Remus, who had begun looking for another target. A bright orange flame shot from the tip of the Death Eater�s wand, and Hermione�s heart actually shattered inside her chest as she watched Remus fall down the steps. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at his tenacity when he staggered to his feet, snarling angrily.
�That all you got?!� Remus yelled angrily as he spit a stream of blood out onto the stone floor and turned to face his attacker.
And then it happened. Another spell came from a different direction, catching Remus squarely in the chest and sending him flying right into the veil itself. The look of surprise frozen on his perfect face as his body drifted away into nothingness.
�NO!� Hermione screamed as her soul cried out and shattered. She rushed forward only to feel arms wrap tightly around her waist. She fought her captor hard, arms and legs flailing wildly as she desperately tried to get to the veil and save Remus; to throw herself into the abyss in what would be a meagre attempt to free him. �Remus! NO! No, please!� She screamed his name and begged for him to come back as her arms and legs continued their attack against the man restraining her. Moments later, she realized he wasn�t letting go and she turned her tear-filled eyes up to stare into his sad grey ones.
�He is gone, Hermione,� Lucius said softly, �and killing yourself will not bring him back.�
�Remus,� she whimpered, her legs suddenly so limp that only Lucius� arms around her kept her from falling to the stone floor. �I have to save him!� she cried. �Lucius you don�t understand, I have to. I cannot let him go�not Remus.� Tears streamed down her face as she stared up into his eyes, those beautiful grey eyes that warmed just for her and she felt the love in that moment that she had unknowingly been dying to feel. She was his prisoner; a prisoner in his arms and to the emotions he forced her to acknowledge, to suffer, and she found the loss overwhelming.
�You must get out of here,� he murmured quietly into her ear. �You must stay safe. I could not bear to lose you.�
Nodding her head slowly, she felt her legs retake her weight and began to turn back toward the battle with renewed vigour. Remus was dead, and they would all pay, the Order and Death Eaters alike.
Harry and Voldemort continued to throw and dodge each others� curses, neither noticing what was going on around them as Voldemort began to taunt him about the bloody sword Harry was now holding, the sword she had watched him use to slice through McNair only moments earlier even though he had fought the Dark Lord at the same time.
Rodolphus continued his duel with Arthur, and it appeared they were both holding their own. However, with a single misstep from the red haired man, Rodolphus gruesomely avenged his wife�s death by firing curse after curse and then watching coldly as Arthur�s now mangled body fell into a heap beside his daughter.
Bodies of both sides lay scattered across the floor, and the chaos that reigned appeared to have no rhyme or reason, no semblance of structure save that of murder and destruction.
Before Hermione could lift her hand to rejoin the battle, a hex flew into her arm, its burning power making her scream in pain. At the same time, Severus grabbed his own arm when he felt her pain and turned towards her worriedly. They both looked for the source of the hex until her eyes locked with the dead ones of a man she had once loved, a man who had betrayed her and then lost so much himself.
�You�ll pay for what you have caused,� Ron said coldly, another curse flying from his wand and striking her other arm as she continued to stare at him; her body barely moved, finding through her shock that she had no desire to defend herself against him or his slight hexes. He was an annoyance to her now, no longer a source of emotional pain, and she would take care of him now rather than wait.
However, when she glanced at Severus to gauge his reaction, she saw a curse strike his back, the surprised look on his face was haunting as his body toppled down from the bench he had been standing. His head hit loudly on the one before him and he went completely limp. It was then that she felt his pain as if it were her own; felt her world come crashing down amongst the blazing lights of hexes and curses, the screams of pain and rage that echoed in her head until the noises became a dull roar, and amongst the tears that poured unchecked down her cheeks once more. She should have retaliated, should have fought back, but she suddenly felt too numb to move, to think. Two people in the world who seemed to genuinely care for her and not expect anything in return were gone. Her desires to rejoin the battle and deal out death where warranted had vanished, only to be replaced with a coldness, an utter lack of feeling, that she welcomed like an old friend.
Ron shot another curse at her and Lucius raised a shield around them, pulling her body against his own and holding her closely to him, offering her comfort and protection in the midst of all the chaos that swam around her. Before even he could return Ron�s curse, however, she heard the words that were sitting on the edge of her of own tongue yelled from another.
�Avada Kedavra!� Voldemort hissed, a jet of green light catching Ron in the side. His gaze landed on her as the life fled his body and he crumpled to a heap on the ground.
Harry screamed.
�I have had enough!� he said loudly, bringing everyone to a stand still once more as they all turned to stare at him with surprise. Waving his wand around the room, Hermione noticed with horror that he had frozen them all into place. She couldn�t even lift her fingers, let alone utter a curse or hex should he need her. However, her body was still pressed firmly into Lucius� chest and she felt a small shiver of comfort and even warmth rage its own battle within her.
�Be still and do not fight the feeling, love,� Lucius whispered softly.
Her eyes were forced straight in front of her, and she saw Harry standing several feet in front of the veil, his own eyes watching Voldemort walk around him even as he found himself unable to move. The more he fought the Restraining spell, the tighter it seemed to close around him. His right hand clutched the Sword of Gryffindor tightly, and Hermione could almost see his mind working frantically to think of a way out of his current situation.
�Harry Potter,� the Dark Lord said smoothly, his silky voice washing over her in spite of the situation. �We have come to the conclusion of our long journey together and, as I have always known would happen, I am victorious. And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives,� he quoted, twirling his wand in his hand absently as he continued to walk around the frozen form of his enemy. When Harry�s eyes widened in shock at the words, he continued, his lips turning up into a cruel smile. �But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. How very convenient, don�t you agree, Harry, that one of the few people Dumbledore allowed you to trust with such important knowledge is one of the few people you turned against.� He glanced at Hermione and she saw Harry�s eyes flick in her direction, betrayal written clearly across them as he blinked rapidly, tears forming against his will when he realized Hermione had told Voldemort the contents of the prophecy.
�However,� Voldemort continued, his voice now directed at the others as well, �your loss has become my gain, and the brightest witch of her age has joined me. You see, Harry, you may assume your strength, your power that I know not, is love, but I ask you, when you turn away so easily from one whom you love and who loves you in return, how do you expect to defeat me? This foolish emotion that Dumbledore made you believe in so strongly has now led you to your death. Do you not feel ashamed, Harry Potter, knowing that your own mother gave up her life for you so that you may so easily, so foolishly, fall before me? And, as you stand before the veil where you have lost not only your godfather, but your werewolf as well, do you find strength in the love you had for them?� he spat, the word like a disease on his tongue.
Harry glared at him and Voldemort waved his wand slowly. �Pardon my thoughtlessness. If you wish to move, it will require use of your body.� Harry moved his head, but it appeared the rest of him had yet to be released from the spell as he looked around for Remus.
�Remus?� he croaked through his clogged throat, and Hermione felt her own chest constrict as well at the reminder of his death.
The Dark Lord walked closer to him, sliding his wand against Harry�s cheek and shaking his head slowly. �Pity,� he said softly, �had you joined the right side, I could have made you greater than you�ve ever dreamed. You�ve had dreams, have you not? Dreams of my power, of my possession? Dreams that left you panting for more?� he asked, his eyes roaming Hermione once more.
�SHUT UP! Just shut up!� Harry screamed suddenly, his calm resolve broken as the message began to make sense to him. �Kill me. Do what you wish with me, but leave her out of this!�
�Come now, Harry, she is very much a part of this. I do believe, however, that it is time to end this little encounter.� He then looked back to the sword. Pointing his wand at it, he silently called it to him only to glare at Harry when the sword didn�t respond.
Harry smirked. �Didn�t you know, Tom? Only a true Gryffindor can call the sword to them. I daresay your dead Basilisk could be of some use to you now, if I hadn�t killed him years ago.�
�I always knew you were intelligent, Harry,� he commended. �However, Salazar�s Basilisk was more than equal to Gryffindor�s sword; you were just lucky. You may have killed the snake, but you will still die this day.�
His wand swiftly pointed at Hermione and she felt herself floating out of Lucius� arms and towards the other two. She landed beside the Dark Lord and he immediately released her bindings, leaving her to stand on her own directly in front of Harry. As they looked at each other and silence reigned in the room, Hermione simply felt detached yet again. She stood before Harry, someone she had known since she was eleven, someone she had loved, cared for and nurtured, and yet, his betrayal ate so strongly at her that she couldn�t force herself to feel anything.
Harry looked away, his eyes following Voldemort as he circled them slowly. He gasped in surprise, and Hermione turned to look when she heard several others mimic Harry�s astonishment. Standing beside her now was Tom Riddle, the man she had come to know as no other had. He was still Lord Voldemort, yet, he was not.
�Call the sword to you, Hermione,� he said softly.
Hermione held out her hand and Harry closed his eyes as the sword flew from his fingertips into her outstretched palm. Then she turned towards Tom, a small smile on her lips as she looked at him.

�Hermione, no!!�
�Severus?� she asked, showing no emotion on her face, but allowing him to feel the relief that swam through her body when she heard his voice again and knew he was alive.

�Do not do this, Hermione. You are better than this; you are so much more!�

�Do you see now, Harry?� Voldemort asked silkily, his voice as cold in this form as it was in the other. �It is not about love, but about power. It is between those who wield power and those too weak to seek it.� He turned to her then, his fingers gently caressing her cheek, and she found herself leaning into his touch. �Do not turn your head away, Harry Potter. You are to be commended for her position as much as myself. Perhaps, if the future Queen of the Wizarding World would like, she may have the honour of killing you herself.� Slowly, as if knowing he was breaking the man before him, he lowered his head and kissed her, a soft brush of his lips against hers that he held for several moments. She vaguely heard the surprised cries from people she used to know before Severus� desperate, pleading voice broke through once more.

�Hermione, you can�t do this. You mustn�t!�

�It is too late, Severus. What is done is done.�
Harry�s voice was sad, forlorn, and his tears could be heard in his tone, breaking the hearts of many in the room as he spoke his next words. �I would rather die by her hand, Voldemort, than by yours. At least with her, I know it is justly deserved�that she kills me for betraying all that we had, for the love that I so carelessly threw away.� He turned toward Hermione then and added softly, �And I do love you, Hermione.�
Voldemort raised his head and looked down at her, an icy expression on his face when he turned towards Harry, but spoke to her. �Do it, my queen. Kill Harry Potter and end this war once and for all, so that we may rule the world as it was meant to be ruled.�
His queen? Hermione smiled as she looked up at him and then nodded her head. Turning to Harry, she took in his appearance for the last time: the wounds covering his body, the pain etched in his face�and the love for her that shone in his eyes. He watched her with a look of peaceful resignation on his face, and she knew he felt as though this is what he deserved, and rightfully so.
�I�m so sorry, Harry,� she replied quietly as she steadied the sword in her hand.
�It�s okay, Hermione.� She heard sniffles around the room, grown men trying not to cry at the impending death of Harry Potter and the new fate of the Wizarding world. �I�m just glad it�s you.�
Turning back to the Dark Lord, she smiled softly before saying, �This is for you, Tom.�
�Hermione! NO!� she heard Lucius yell loudly.
Then, calling on her powers and revelling in the darkness as though it were her lifeline, she thrust the sword forward with both hands, lodging it deeply inside the man before her. Every occupant of the room gasped or shouted in surprise or outrage and, when she looked up, the Dark Lord�s face was one of complete shock and painful anguish. They both allowed their gazes to drift down to the sword buried in his chest before they met each other�s eyes again.
�Tim molisje,� he groaned softly before grabbing her upper arms and pulling her to him.
She felt entranced by his stare, by her own actions, and even as the voices of Severus and Lucius screamed in protest, joined by Harry�s own stunned voice, she allowed Lord Voldemort to pull her with him, throwing them both into the veil that lay only feet behind him.
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