Hermione's POV
"you wanted to know who the boy in the photograph was. I know. Gellert Grindelwald" she passed him the book she was reading, he started flipping through it
"he's the thief I saw in Gregorovitch's wand shop. Speaking of which, where is my wand?" she looked down, guilty of something "where's my wand, Pansy?"
she pulled the blanket she was sitting with away, Potter's wand was lying there, snapped clean in two
"as we were leaving Godric's hollow I cast a curse and it rebounded... I'm sorry, I tried to mend it but wands are different-"
"it's done. Leave me yours, go inside and get warm, I'll take the locket as well"
the wand that protected Potter all these years, the wand that was connected to the dark lord's, the wand that was supposed to defeat the greatest dark wizard of all time
Is no more
*
"This is your fault"
"My best friend is on the run because of your cult!"
"you killed dumbledore"
"We thought you were the nice Slytherin"
"why would you do this?"
"you don't deserve to be here"
"evil bitch"
"People like you deserve to die"
Some Gryffindors, a few Ravenclaws, two or three Slytherins, and a handful of Hufflepuffs started on me at breakfast I don't blame them, for this, I mean. They're scared, they just want this to be over and I get that, so I'm not gonna fight back or pretend I'm fine with it
"fine..." they stopped talking "make me your villain if it makes you feel better"
I felt tears brim in my eyes
"because when you find out everything I've done for you- for the wizarding world, you won't be able to take it back, because, in your eyes, I'll always be the villain, because you think that being the villain is all I am, it's all I know how to do... but I'm tired of that, I'm tired of being the person everyone hates all because of my house and what I was forced to do. So please, back off"
wiping the tears from my eyes, I ran out of the great hall then to my bathroom in my dorm. I slammed the door shut, turned on the shower, and looked in the mirror.
I don't recognize myself... this isn't me, I'm not the girl to have mascara running down her face, her eyes red and her hair messy. I've never been that girl, I was the fearless one, the good one...
what happened to me?
Fresh tears started falling when I came to this conclusion. I sank to the floor of the empty running shower, sobbing into my hands, thinking over what they said- what they all said. I would never cry over meaningless insults before, the problem is that they're true, they're all true...
I couldn't take it, I screamed, it helped, yes, but the running water was unable to muffle it, that's why Draco kicked the door down and had rushed into the shower a minute later
"don't come in here" I shouted to him over the pattering water and the steam
"why?"
"I'm... naked"
"that wouldn't stop me even if you were" he opened the shower
"Don't come in here or your gonna get all wet"
"oh well. what's wrong baby?" he asked as he sat down with me, ignoring the water
"nothing" I muttered, hugging my knees to my chest and looking away from him
"Why aren't you looking at me then?"
"because" I mumbled
he turned my head back to him with his hand on my chin "why don't you want me to see you?"
"I hate, hate crying in front of people, I feel weak, like im begging for sympathy and that's not me" he smiled slightly then kissed me, slow, our lips moving together in perfect harmony
"what was that for?"
"because your you, even crying on the floor you're still determined no one sees you not at your best, but really, Your always your best, even with your messy hair, and your ruined makeup" he smiled "everyone has to cry at some point"
*
Potter was sitting on his own against a tree when we both noticed a bright blueish white light appear and float toward him, when it got closer I noticed it wasn't just a light.
It was a Patronus, a doe.
It turned around and walked away in the other direction. Curious, he followed it all the way to a small lake, that's where it turned back into a ball of light
"Lumos"
he started walking on the ice, it crunched beneath his feet, but he didn't care, he was mesmerised, the light fell through the ice, he wanted to see where it went so he rubbed off some snow and looked through the glass-like frozen lake
The sword.
The sword of Gryffindor, the object he's been looking for was just lying there, right before his eyes
"accio sword"
we both knew that would never work, and it didn't
"diffindo"
The ice around the sword's resting place splashed into the water below, creating a door into the freezing liquid.
He stood on the bank and undressed, leaving only his underwear and the necklace. He put one foot in the water, took a deep breath, and sunk through.
I couldn't see what happened down there but it looked like he was struggling against something, there can't be any animals down there, it's too cold and it's a lake in the middle of the forest. I saw someone walking toward Potter in the river, when he got closer I realized who it was.
Weasley
He dove in the water, head first, clothes on, and reappeared a moment later with a shivering Potter, the sword in one hand and the necklace in the other
"H- Hermione?"
"Are you mental?" yes
"It was you?"
"well yeah, a bit obvious I'd think" no, you disappeared for months
"and you cast the doe as well did you?" no his Patronus is- I don't know, probably a weasel
"no. I thought that was you"
"no, my Patronus is a stag" just like daddy Potter
"Right, yeah, antlers" he imitated antlers with his hands
"yeah.." Potter walked over to a large rock and set the necklace down "Okay, Ron. Do it" him? You want HIM to kill the necklace that you depend on to kill the evilest guy in the UK?
"I can't handle it" I know "that thing affects me more than it affects you and Hermione" no you're just weak, stupid, annoying, you have anger issues, you're a Weasley and your ginger
"all the more reason" Potter I swear to god.
you're the one who's supposed to save the world? Pretty bad choice Dumbledore
"no... I can't" we know this Ronald McDonald
"then why are you here? Why did you come back?" been wondering that myself Potter.
They stood in silence for a minute, like idiots. They could be saving lives and instead, they're staring at each other
"now, I'll have to speak to it for it to open. When it does, don't hesitate" you don't need to open it, just stab it while it's closed "I don't know what's in there but it'll put up a fight, the bit of riddle that was in the diary tried to kill me" we were all there dumbass "one... two... three..."
Weasley raised the sword above his head
"syahsahsyshs" I don't know how to spell words in Parseltongue.
It opened with a click, I only got a glance at the inside, clear class on both sides, one side had a green eye before it pushed both of them back in a whirl of black smoke
"I have seen your heart" the dark lord's voice echoed around the forest "and it is mine" miss gurl- that makes no sense "I have seen your dreams Ronald Weasley" creepy "and I have seen your fears"
hundreds of spiders appeared and started crawling in his direction, he tried getting away
"least loved by your mother who craved a daughter" favoritism vibez, I get that "least loved by the girl who prefers your friend" uh- that is not correct
"RON KILL IT!" Potter tried shouting, somehow the flavored air pushed him back
Another Potter and Parkinson stalked out of the blackness, both, somehow, much more perfect than the og's "we were better without you, happier without you" excuse me, Mr. Fake Potter but Miss. Real Parkinson cried every night cause she's a mong
"who could look at you... compared to Harry Potter" real Parkinson "what are you compared with the chosen one?" ginger
"RON ITS LYING" real potter once again tried shouting
"your mother confessed she would have preferred me as a son" oop- "what woman would take you? You are nothing... nothing... nothing compared to him" damn that's just mean fake Parkinson- and now your kissing, gross
Weasel stood up, bringing the sword with him, it looked like he was gonna stab potter but instead, he stabbed the locket, very dramatically might I add
"merlin... they should turn this into a book- or a movie"