Dark Love

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  • Published: 15 Jul 2014
  • Updated: 29 Dec 2014
  • Status: Complete
Did You-Know-Who really die? Or, did he fake it, plotting the biggest war the world, Muggle or Witch/wizard has ever known?

Dramione ship.


45. Hermione POV

The trial was over. For today.

And things seemed to be going my way.

I felt bad, however, for trying my former friend. Former. All in the name of avenging Draco, I thought solemnly.

Turning onto 32nd Street, I knock on Neville's door.

"Who is it?"


"What do you want?"

"To talk." I shrug, despite my knowledge that he couldn't see that gesture.

The door swings open, and I walk in. "Be careful, Neville," I say. "Don't want to let a Muggle catch you doing magic."

He chuckles. "So, what brings you here at this late hour?"

"I told you. I just want to talk."

"Alright. Follow me, then."

I followed him into his living room, and made myself comfortable on one of his overstuffed swivel reclining chairs.

"You wanted?" Asked Neville, arching an eyebrow.

"Look, I'm really sorry about the whole trial thing."

"Don't worry about it. I get it. If someone killed Hannah, I'd do the same thing."

I smile. "Really?"

"Really. Seriously, don't worry about it."

Before he can blink, I'm on top of him.

"Look, I don't want to have to kill you. But I can't let the truth get out! The killer's name cannot be revealed. I've been looking for days to see if there was a way around this, but no avail. Don't worry. It'll be painless. Or at least that's what you told me- what?- two, three days ago?"

"Hermione- please-" he squirmed.

"I'm sorry, Neville. Avada Kedavra."

Green light came from my wand, and Neville lived no longer.

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