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The Afterlife and Times of Myrtle Potter	By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 19696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: The Battle of
Hogwart�s

Foreword note: Ultimately this
is a Harry/Hermione fic.� Please be patient, sometimes love takes a
while.

�Expecto Patronum!�

The defenders knew to cast
their patroni while the dementors were still a good distance away.� Each
patronus could travel for several kilometers before fading out and a skilled
caster could keep more than one going at a time.�

Harry on his best day managed
to cast three simultaneous stag patroni.

�Happy thoughts people!�

His first kiss, no, that won�t
work; it was with that hosepipe Cho.� His second kiss, no good, that was Ginny
and right now she was anything but a positive emotion.� Seeing Sirius back in
Hogsmeade, no, that eventually led to his death.� Dumbledore�s unwavering faith
in him, shite no, Dumbledore was dead because of his unwavering faith in him.� Merlin�s
balls he was one pathetic looser!

�Harry, we�re all behind you.�

He looked at Hermione and Ron
and Neville and Luna and Dean and Fred and George and both Creevey brothers and
the Patil twins and he smiled �Expecto Patronum!�

A massive golden stag erupted
from Harry�s wand, followed by another and yet another.� The golden patroni
charged into the mass of dementors cutting a wide swath through the sea of
black.

The lead stag was so powerful
that dementors weren�t simply chased off, they were shredded, trampled, their
essences obliterated wherever the cloven hooves fell.

�You need to show me how you
do that sometime Mr. Potter� Harry looked to his right and was shocked to see
Rufus Scrimgeour, Minster of Magic on the battlements.

�Minister, you shouldn�t be
here!�

�That�s where you�re wrong Harry;
this is exactly where I need to be.� I won�t be able to show my face in public
anymore if I don�t stand against that dark bastard and this is where the fight
is!�

_____ooo000ooo_____

Voldemort was shocked, first
by the fact that the lead patroni were golden rather than silver, second by the
fact the dementors were being slaughtered wholesale.� He had expected to lose
some troops, but wasn�t used to seeing dementors falling like so many autumn
leaves.

�Enjoy your small victories Harry�
the dark lord mused, �your patroni can only last a few pitiful minutes, and I
have an inexhaustible supply of dementors!�

_____ooo000ooo_____

On the wall Ron was shouting
�get your patroni to herd the dementors toward Harry�s golden stags, otherwise
they�ll just regroup and attack again.

Like so many border collies
the patroni did just that, funneling the dementors toward their doom.

Problem was the patroni were
fading, and the dementors were numbered like the blades of grass on the hills.

Something was nagging in the
back of Harry�s mind, what was it � it was something important; Draco?� Yes,
Draco!

�Use the elves� he had said.

�Dobby!�

The small elf popped into view
just in front of Harry �please master Harry Potter sir, please let us be
helping youz!�

�Can you use your magic
against the dementors?�

�Yes Harry Potter sir!� Wez
able to fight bad demon-torz!�

�Get every house elf up here
Dobby!� We need you!�

�Master Potter must be
commanding us!�

�Yes, whatever you say Dobby,
I order you to fight the demon-torz alongside the wizards and witches!�

Dobby smiled grimly and popped
away.

�Hurry back little friend� he
urged.

Voldemort formed a torus of
power, himself at the center, his death eaters, almost two-hundred strong
enclosed within the doughnut shape.� While the torus remained intact he and his
troops were essentially weightless and could easily be lifted over the wall by
the surrounding mass of hovering dementors.� The idea was to move to a part of
the wall were the defenders were weakening and then simply drift over the walls
to land on the battlements and in the courtyard below.

The dark lord directed the
main force of semi-corporeal demons to the wall where most of the patroni were
originating, then, under cover of darkness he skirted his formation to the
battlements overlooking the lake.� He assumed, correctly, that none of the
defenders expected an attack from that quarter.

There were only three
defenders on that wall who could even produce a weak patronus, Lavender Brown,
and the two Hufflepuff prefects, Daniel Stebbins and Lori Baxter.� They were
quickly overwhelmed, still, Lavender�s Labrador retriever patronus held off the
inevitable for just a few precious seconds.� Knowing she was lost Lavender
proved she was sorted into the proper house by directing her retriever to find
Harry, to tell him Voldemort was in the castle.� As the silver Labrador scampered off two dementors seized the Gryffindor defender.

Dementors began flowing into
the castle over the undefended wall, sucking the life forces, the
consciousnesses, the very souls from the defenders.

Half a dozen dementors
overwhelmed the Creeveys before they even knew they were there, Colin�s last
coherent word was a strangled �Harry!�

Padma, Parvati, George and
Fred directed their patroni to stand in front of them as they stood back to
back, a stalemate that they knew they would soon lose because a patronus could
only exist for a very few minutes.� Scrimgeour stood with his back to the wall
directing his lion to circle the twins, ensuring their safety for as long as he
could.

�If we get out of this I�m
going to ask you to marry me!� George shouted to the Patil twins.

�Which one of us?� Padma
asked.

�Which ever one of you says
yes first!�

The Patil twin�s Shetland pony
patroni doubled in both size and number.

Harry was beginning to weaken,
the strain of maintaining three powerful corporeal stags was draining his
magic.

Lavender�s retriever appeared
before him and in her voice said �Voldemort and death eaters are on the lakeside
wall!�

Neville Longbottom was on his
broom again looking for wounded that he could help, he had already snatched
three unconscious defenders away from dementors before they could be kissed and
was physically and magically exhausted.� His exhaustion evaporated when he
spied death eaters being levitated down from the battlements, there was no
mistaking the witch in charge of the levitation charm for anyone else; it was
Bellatrix Lestrange.� He hovered a little closer, staying away from castle
lights, his dark robes covering him in the twilight.� He waited until the witch
had a good two dozen DEs high in the air then sent a powerful bludgeoning hex
her way.� Into that hex he placed all the anger and frustration that he had endured
over the years, the memory of what that bitch had done to his parents.� Little
wonder the curse smacked her like a giant�s hand pulverizing her against the
stone inner wall.� As for the two dozen death eaters?� Well, they couldn�t very
well levitate themselves.� They fell screaming to the ground where the least of
the injuries were compound fractures of both legs.� Dementors swooped down and
rendered them soulless husks.�

Neville surveyed the courtyard
and could find no one in immediate need of his help so he flew back to the
great hall where Madame Pomfrey was already transfiguring tables and benches
into rows upon rows of hospital beds, assisted by Horace Slughorn, who also had
half a dozen large cauldrons brewing on the raised stage where the professors
usually took their meals. Two dozen first years were helping wherever they
could.� Neville heard a strangled sob near the wall and looked behind a
tapestry to find a tiny Hufflepuff girl cowering in fear; she yelped as he
pulled back the tapestry.

�Hey sweetheart, it�s okay . .
.�

The little girl with stringy dish
blonde hair screwed up her face and bawled �no, it�s not okay, don�t ya feel
it, it�s like, it�s like . . .�

�It�s like you�ll never be
happy again.�

That shocked her in to
silence, and she nodded.

�It�s what they do, they suck
all the hope and joy and happiness out of us� he explained, then he touched the
side of his nose with his fingertip and said conspiratorially, �but I know a
secret.�

�What�s that?� she asked, wide
eyed.

�All you need is a happy
thought to drive them off!�

She looked down and began to
sob.

�What�s your happiest
thought?�

The little girl shook her
head.

�No happy thoughts, not one?�

She drew her knees to her
chest and began to shudder.

�How about your family, your
mum and dad?�

She looked up and said �Me mum
hates me, and I don�t have a dad.�

�Your mum doesn�t hate you . .
.�

�She does, I hafta stay with
me Gran cause mum can�t have a boyfriend with me around!�

Neville changed the subject,
�how about getting your Hogwart�s letter, wasn�t that a good thing?�

Her face softened, �yeah, that
was the best ever!� Me Gran was so happy, they all thought I was a squib, an
all of a sudden I get an owl with me letter!�

�What�s your name?�

�Amanda Stevens, but everyone
calls me Mandy.�

�Amanda, do me a favor?�

The little girl nodded.

�Take your wand and point it
up and say lumos!�

�Lumos!�

A bright light came from the wand
tip.

�Great, now think about
getting your letter, and how you felt, okay, got it?�

She nodded

Now do it again.

�Lumos!�

The light was so bright that
they both had to shield their eyes.

�Excellent, now here is what
you have to do, get as many of the firsties as you can over here and teach them
this trick, it�s important, because the dementors can�t stand bright lights and
yours is the brightest I�ve seen in a very long time.� If a dementor tries to
get in you and your friends hit him with the light, okay?�

Amanda threw her arms around
the tall boy�s neck and hugged him hard before running off to gather up her
classmates.

Back on the wall Harry yelled
over to his best friends, �I have to go to the lakeside wall, keep everyone on
task here.

�Take care mate,� Ron called
back.

�Be careful Harry!� Hermione
warned.

Ron and Hermione were amazed
that the golden stag patroni continued to fight even without Harry�s direct
control; they continued herding the soul-suckers to their doom.� They were so
intent on what was going on outside the walls they failed to see what was
happening behind them and were stunned from behind by a squad of death eaters
running across the courtyard.� The unconscious Gryffindors were immediately set
upon by two hungry dementors.

Harry arrived at the poorly
defended wall and saw sheer pandemonium.� Death eaters were stunning people on
the walls and down in the courtyard, then letting the dementors feed, it was a sickening
spectacle.� The DEs obviously had the upper hand, firing deadly hexes from
beneath and behind the semi-corporeal demons, but in spite of this the castle
defenders were not giving up; they found what cover they could among the rubble
even using the bodies of the fallen.� Members of the Order and the DA were
giving as good as they got, and better, many of the wounded battled on until
they were overcome by death or dementor.

�Riddle!� It�s not enough for
you to take their lives you motherless bastard, you have to steal their souls
too?�

�Ah Harry, ready to continue
our lesson; the one we started so many years ago?�

�It ends here, Riddle,
tonight!�

�So it does.�

Voldemort knew he was a master
of magic, with or without a wand, and he knew he needed to use every trick he
could think of to finish Potter off for good and all.� As he sent a blasting
curse from his wand he summoned stones from the castle wall to crush Harry in
the center, but the young man was nimble and quick.

Harry was using all the combat
moves he had learned from the sergeants, plus a special trick taught by
Sergeant Barlongo; �quick-time� combat.

For a precious few moments
Harry could speed up time in his personal space - the effect was to make
everything around him appear to move in slow motion, therefore he could hear
the rocks breaking away from the stone battlements and actually see the bombardia
heading his way.� It was a fairly simple job to avoid both.

While in his accelerated state
Harry fired off several spell chains, �assaluto, reducto, sectum sempra,
bombardia!�

Voldemort�s form was battered,
twisted, sliced and blown backwards off the battlements, where he landed
cat-like on the courtyard below.

�That hurt Harry, now I will
have to hurt you; avada kedavra�

The killing curse was directed
not at Harry, but to the battlements where it blew through a patronus, dropping
a tall red-headed defender.

�I believe that was a Weasley,
Harry.� You have feelings for them do you not?� I know one of them, the little
girl, had feelings for you once upon a time.�

�Who do you care about
you worthless fuck; who do you have worth caring for?�

�Why, no one Harry, and that
is my greatest strength.� No one can be used against me � your stupid
sentimentality is your greatest weakness!�

There was an unearthly howl
coming as if from ten thousand voices.� Dementors appeared to implode all
around the castle.� The hundred or so house elves of Hogwart�s were casting
spells on all the soul-sucking demons they could see.

The screeching distracted
Harry and the dark lord smiled and raised his wand.

Harry felt rather than heard
the crucio coming his way; he accelerated himself again and stepped into
the path of a pulverizing hex, damn, snake face learned fast!� He twisted and
dove but the edge of the powerful curse shattered the lower bones of his right
leg and foot.� The pain was enough to blind him but he refused to cry out.�

He applied an emergency
first-aid charm, a temporary fix at best, to splint his leg, ankle and foot, so
that he could still move.� Harry returned a circular cutting curse that sliced
deeply into Voldemort�s neck, forcing the snark lord to apply his own emergency
healing spell.

In spite of his injury Harry
got to his feet quickly and put a physical shield of stone and mortar between
himself and the AK heading his way.� The deadly curse shattered the shield but
protected Harry, unfortunately his choice of shielding materials cost him his glasses
as stone shards shattered his frames and lenses � the skin of his face was
shred, especially around his eyes; only the purest of dumb luck protected his
eyes from the shrapnel.

Harry was fumbling for his
spare pair when he felt his arms suddenly stuck to his sides and his legs bound
together.

�Enough boy, time to die; avada
- �

Powerful reductor curses came
at Voldemort from four different directions; the force of the hexes picked up
the dark lord like a rag doll and flung him against the wall halfway up the
stairs to the battlements.

�You shall not harm Harry
Potter!�

Dobby stood before Harry, both
his hands extended as he threw the dark lord against the wall again, and again.�
With just a glance the house elf released Harry from his bonds.

�Harry Potter, we shall deal
with the dementors now, you must go to your friends; it may already be too late
. . .�

Harry was shocked at the lack
of �elf-speak� coming from his diminutive friend, but heard what Dobby was
saying.� He stumbled up the steps as fast as his shattered bones would allow,
past Voldemort�s battered and broken body and found dementors floating over the
prone forms of Hermione and Ron.

�No!� Harry screamed and he
threw his hands straight out in front of him and the nearest dementor, the one
hovering over Ron burst into flame and began to writhe in apparent agony, Harry
turned his glare to the other dementor who quickly dove over the battlements
and away from the wall.

Harry ran to his two best
friends, �oh no, oh no, oh please by all that�s holy no!�

Neither Ron nor Hermione were
there anymore.� Their essences, their souls, everything that made them special,
unique, them was gone.

�Oh what a pity, I would have
liked to have killed the dirt vein myself.�

It just wasn�t fair.� Couldn�t
that miserable snake shite just fuckin� die already?

Dobby appeared between Harry
and the dark lord again.

�You shall not harm Harry
Potter!�

�Harm him?� You pathetic
little vermin, I�ve destroyed him!� Just look.�

And Dobby did.

Harry Potter was seated on the
cold stone deck of the rampart, one knee bent, his splinted leg straight.� He
was cradling Hermione�s unresponsive head against his chest rocking back and
forth.� With tear filled eyes he looked up to Voldemort and simply said, �Kill
me.�
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