Hermione Granger Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of. I kept hacking at the chairs. Every hack caused them to multiple. Fucking hell. When everything started doubling, I felt like I was in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This is how I’m going to die. I’m going to drown in my mind in a room of small armchairs trying to kill me.

She seemed excited and was giving me an expectant look. As if there was anything more that I can give her! I simply smiled at her politely as I don’t even have the right words to say to her. I want to die. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. Someone, please bury me so I can avoid embarrassing myself even further. This girl is not my sister. She’s a blonde Hermione Granger. ‘Master?’ Custard came to my side and poked my hand. ‘Not now, buddy. I’m devastated. My sister is a fricking genius to master the use of magic before me! She’s on her way to Hogwarts while I have to stay in the basement!’

Soon, she lost her eyesight, becoming more uneasy and sensitive to her surroundings. Aunt Yvonne and I were terrified for her, yet we couldn't do anything. The day Sophie died, Aunt Yvonne committed suicide by jumping from the 40th floor of a building. She told me that Sophie would be scared in the underworld. She wanted to accompany her in death. I was calm when I arranged their funerals. When Suzanne found out about Sophie's death, she laughed at me. She said that Sophie was destined to die, and her family wouldn't live long.

"Flora, stop putting on this pathetic act in front of me. Do you think pretending to be dead will work? Let me tell you—" She pulled, but the body didn't move at all. She froze stiffly mid-motion. "Please sign, Ms. Saddler. This is indeed her. We've already conducted a DNA test to confirm it. There's no mistake. After she fell from the stage, her spine was shattered. Normally, that alone wouldn't have caused her death." He hesitated and paused for a few seconds before adding, "However, her body was wrecked. As you've seen, she had too many injuries. The complications that arose out of her injury this time took a life within a short time.

While we were walking them to the car someone yelled “ Watch out!” I didn't have time to react but the only thing I saw from the corner of my eyes was the orange flames that were growing more and more in front of the packhouse and the scream of Alpha Nathan, he was screaming in agony, pain and once I turn around I saw why he was in pain, the orange flames were coming from him and looking next to me I saw Hermione so focus on him that I finally catch up that she was the one burning him alive.

I said. They hesitated. “Alpha didn’t,” “*I did,*” I snapped. “Want to question me again?” They exchanged wary glances, then unlocked the gate and stepped aside, their obedience silent but reluctant. The door creaked open, the sound grating against the quiet. Hermoine was curled on the floor in a crumpled heap, her once-proud posture broken. Her hair was tangled, her dress wrinkled and stained from days in the filth, her face pale with frustration and bitterness. But her eyes,*her eyes still burned.*

She was slipping away, and there was nothing I could do. I had failed her. She had jumped in front of me. To save me. And now she was dying because of it. “I’m... sorry...” Her voice was barely a whisper, her lips trembling as she fought to stay conscious. “No, don’t you dare!” I sobbed, cradling her in my arms. “You can’t leave me. Not like this. Please, Hazel!” I could barely see through my tears, my heart shattering as I held her, my mind spinning in disbelief. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be real. But it was. Hazel was dying. Right in front of me.

Their father, who had been standing and watching the fight happen the minute Hermione had rushed out, suddenly swayed and dropped to the ground, his body cold and unconscious. Hermione let out a heart-wrenching scream as she rushed to kneel beside her fallen husband “Anyone call the ambulance!!” she shouted, Alexander and Christian, let go of each other as they noticed that this was far more serious. “Help me, please! He’s dying!”

Her throat tightened as she swallowed hard, the taste of fear lingering on her tongue. Slowly, she turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. And there he was, the Alpha, towering over her with an intensity that weakened her knees. She never expected to face him, and the realization sent shivers down her spine. "NO!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing out with a fierce determination. The Alpha tried to defend himself, but it was too late. Hermione had already taken action against him. With a swift and brutal motion, she plunged the knife into his neck, the blade sinking deep into his flesh. The Alpha and Luna's wolf let out a final, mournful howl before falling lifeless.