Novel & Cerita Hermione Deathly Hallows

They had used rumors to lure me in and they had used certainty to lure her in. Now everyone who had mattered was dead. Had run away. At the center of it all Selene was lying still among the broken wood and the shattered marble. I walked towards her, across the nave. Some part of me was expecting her to be faking it. I was expecting her to grab a hidden knife soon as I knelt down. I was expecting one of her eyes to snap open with that murderous look that she wore like a second skin. There was only silence. The explosion had thrown her hard. One of her shoulders was bent at an angle that no living person could tolerate. Blood had pooled under her ribs in a fan across the cracked floor. Her gun

I didn't hesitate. I thrust my sword straight through her heart. Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened— And then— She was nothing. Her body erupted into golden ashes, dissipating into air. I stood there, breathless, staring at the empty space where she had been standing. She was dead. The Queen of the Witches was dead. The room was silent. The Queen of the Sea observed, her expression unreadable. The King of the Underworld reclined, a small smile playing on his lips.

And now as well. “I said I’ll explain later, now come to me.” When they didn’t move, I snapped. “You three better follow me up here or you’ll hate me after what I’ll do to you!” They stared at me, softening up and I groaned for screaming at them but I couldn’t help myself. I was detached from everything after being detached from Cannon and right now, I was just not mentally stable. “Mummy…” Hilda said, climbing a step, not more not less. “…we wore black dresses, there was a coffin…” She looked back at her brother and sister before turning to me again. “…was it a burial? Who died, mummy?” Death would have been better than answering that question.

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

"Scream as if I am dead." I screamed. The sound ripped through the forest, a raw, animalistic cry of grief, rage, and profound loss. I screamed until my throat was raw, until my lungs burned, and then I screamed some more. The Council arrived, drawn by the sound. The old man led them, his white eyes gleaming, his gray skin stretched taut over ancient bones. "The half-blood has done it," he declared. "She has killed the pureblood." He approached Niklas's still form. "Finally," he murmured. "After all these years, the Vollbrecht line is—"

I could barely stand on my feet, but I swayed toward the place of the magic circle. "A pile of ashes," I said, pointing at the dirt among the burned-out symbols. Tyrion, Harriet, and Felix walked toward me. Tyrion put one arm around my waist, supporting me and kissing the top of my head while Felix and Harriet leaned over the ashes. "I think the witch is dead," Felix stated dryly. Harriet frowned as she studied the symbols before heaving a deep sigh, "Let's hope so…" Then she turned to Felix with a strangely bitter smile. "I truly hope you are right."

I don't feel particularly bad about that, she wasn't a good person, but clearly, her death is causing a rift between Harry and Heleni who are only days away from having their mating ceremony. "Then how do you explain her dead body with you standing over her?" Ricardo asks calmly. "There are only a few people who had access to her cell." "I don't know!" Heleni shouts frustratedly. "I keep on telling you when I got there she was already dead! I was just making sure!" Heleni is sincere and I don't feel any deceit from her. "She's telling the truth." I address Harry who is looking at Heleni with betrayed eyes. Ricardo groans and runs his hand through his hair in a clear sign of frustration. "The

The smell of lilies was always the first thing to return. It was the scent of my own funeral, a cloying sweetness that made me want to gag. I opened my eyes and didn't move. I didn't breathe. I just counted the cracks in the gold-leaf ceiling of the ducal bedchamber. One, two, three... I knew them all. I had memorized them while gasping my last breath in Life Four. I had stared at them while my vision went black in Life Seven.

That was the only way to kill a witch. They heard a deafening shout, and then the witch finally died. They immediately burned her and watched the fire consume her whole body. As they watched it, Minerva felt dizzy. She grabbed her head and cried out in pain. They were all shocked and worried when they looked at her. Callister quickly caught his mate when he saw her fall. “Min!” Alicia shouted and approached her friend. She was in Callister’s arms. She was still screaming in pain and had difficulty breathing. Her chest was very sore and tight, and she couldn’t breathe properly.

“That…that is no wolf!” “It is the quadpod,” the old man says with a defeated sigh. “We could have defeated her had you all listened to me and come to assist,” he adds right when Diana rages through us. I can feel her fury as her teeth sink on the nearest witch and wizard. Hundreds are on the floor, lifeless, but that rage is like wildfire. She is going to kill all of us. Dying in the deep is final. No witch can reorder you no matter how powerful they are. I see the sharp teeth sink into Draco’s leg, severing it. No amount of spells work on her. The other witches and their leaders quickly vanish and return to their deeps, leaving us to perish. Draco is lucky to jump off. He quickly vanishes,