Hermione Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

What had she done? “ H-he can't be de-dead! ” She sobbed out and took another step back, but her legs gave out and she fell on the floor. Dumbfounded, Harry was observing her unexpected reaction. He had not expected something like this from her, but here she was; sitting on the groun and crying at the fact, that she had accidently killed someone. He had never expected her to cry just like this.

It kills faster than imagined. Our eyes remain locked. A final weak gasps escape my lips. Dizziness kicks. My head wave's. It finally drops. His deadly foot claws are my last experience. Every where and everything turns black. **** Hermione's POV. My body twitch. I whimper. Bad memories roam my thoughts. I wriggle on whatsoever surface I lay. My foots knock tough surface. That performs the trick. My eyes instantly swing ajar. I loudly gasp. My eyes glow beta blue then slowly revert to normal

she said in a whisper as she closed her eyes and breathed her last. “Mom,” Marissa cried as she hugged her mother’s dead body. Amelia and Adelia also broke down in tears and they were comforted by their mates. No one wanted Cara to die but there was nothing they could do. The remaining lycans and witches, all bowed their heads to show their respect for the witch and the wizard who had contributed immensely to them winning the war. The war was almost over as every one of the hydras and witches who supported Cornelius were all dead and it was time the leader finally died as well.

Small and exhausted and entirely real. "The wizard," she said, quieter now, her voice losing strength by the word. "The one who helped me gain power. I killed him myself in the end." A breath. "He made me enter a blood covenant with the others — bound their lives to mine so he could control me through them. I was so furious." A faint, dark laugh. "I killed him for it. But the covenant couldn't be broken." Her eyes moved between me and Adrien. "When I die, they all die with me. Every witch and wizard bound to my life ends this morning." She exhaled slowly. "You'll have peace. Finally, Both of you." "Hazel—" Adrien's voice was barely a sound.

Elias suddenly let go of her and she numbly fell to the floor, her hand still bleeding. "Come, let me help you up. Go meet your people," Elias stretched out his hand to her and offered her a small smile which she immediately got fooled with. She slowly walked towards the coven of witches and had only gotten halfway when the other side of Elias' sword came out of her stomach. The last thing she saw before she died was Helen's mother's evil smile.

She continued with her elucidation, this time pacing back and forth, with her hands on her back. Her messy, long grey hair whipped back fast to Liam's direction shortly after she turned to him. "Keep her safe for me, I know you know how much she means to me." Liam said in a low voice and immediately dashed out of the house without waiting for Lightheart's utters. ••• [Afternoon; Council Room] "I made a shaming discovery, Hera is dead." Liam huffed his eyes directly at the table. "In addition, her house was burnt, even if she had left something behind, it would be depressing to search for 'it'".

Her pained expression mimicked mine but it was for an entirely different reason. “Please tell me” I begged. She had wrapped her arms around herself and was shivering all of a sudden. “It was Hades’ mom. Hera. She is dead now.” Right before my eyes before I could even comprehend what was happening, she walked right onto the shreds of glass and then she wavered in the air. She will fall on the glass. Her body landed on it but before her head could someone passed by me in a swift motion. Only my loud shout was heard in the night. When I opened my eyes, Hades had scooped her up before her head could land on the glass shreds.

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.

It can't be her. “Was that someone? Talk to me Hermione. That book was actually given to me by my grandmother before she was killed in the war between the witches and werewolves. I can't loose that ...” My grandmother sobs for the very first time ever, Ketura pulls her into a hug. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at them. “So, what do we do now?” I ask with my arms akimbo.

Hermione tends to go off track whenever she has a confrontation with her mother. I've witnessed two instances where Hermione lost her temper after confronting her mother. The first time, she drove recklessly, causing me concern as I trailed her. The second time, I was the target of her aggression, until she eventually came to terms with her reality and found the courage to stand up to her mother. Given her history with Mrs. Pierce's overbearing nature, Hermione strikes me as a resilient individual. Many would have been broken by her mother's behavior, which tends to dominate and disregard Hermione's decisions.