Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Hermione Novels & Stories

She said, leaving no room for argument. Eunice hesitated. Finally, she nodded reluctantly and slipped out, closing the door softly behind her. The room fell silent. Hermione stared at the closed door for a long moment as another tear fell from her eyes. She quickly brushed it off and pulled the covers around herself, curling into a small ball.

he breathes. Smiling tightly, I stand, turning my back on him. He doesn't say anymore, letting me walk out with no farewell. He knows he will see me tomorrow, or at least he hopes. At least that's what I assume he's thinking. It pleasures me greatly to think he's worried about whether or not I'll change my mind. Hermione is waiting outside the dining hall as I step outside. Clearly, she was listening in. I link my arm into hers, and let her lead me out toward the temple, where my obligations await me.

This wasn't part of the plan. Hazel wasn't supposed to still be alive. Clarice wasn't ready to die, especially not by Hazel's hands. She paused when she noticed the silver sword in her possession. Despite how painful it sounded, she decided that she was going to die by her own hands. But, just as she unsheathed the sword and lifted it, the huge door of her chamber collapsed and there stood Hazel, looking as determined as ever. Her multicolored eyes glittered like they'd just been polished and green flames were crawling up her arms, lightly kissing her skin without hurting her.