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.


47. Hermione POV

I hated kicking Ron, I really did, but what else am I supposed to do? Just let him go free? Not a chance! He'd find me and drag me back home in five seconds flat.

Walking to the front of the Ministry of Magic, I receive a name tag that reads

Hermione Granger

MOM Hearing

I sigh and put on the nametag.

I open the door and find an elevator, and go to the lowest level.

"You are late." Kingsley's voice echoes through the room.

"I know, and I apolgize."

"Where is Neville?"

"That's why I'm late, Minister. You see, I found him dead this morning."

Shacklebolt jumped from his hair after than you could say "Qudditch". "What?"

I bit my lip. "I went to his house this morning, offering to drive him, and the door was unlocked, so I went in. And he was I the floor in the living room, dead."

"Show me!" The Minister roared.

I nodded. "Apparition on three?"

He nods.

"One. Two. Three."

We Apparate, and land by Neville's door.

"This way," I say. "I found him in the living room."

I hold onto my wand tightly, needing something to grip like a lifeline. My wand, though I cherished it like a child, was not good enough. I needed something human to hold onto. I needed Draco's warm, comforting hand.

The living room brought a wave of emotions. I felt my knees give out from underneath me, but I was so numb with pain, I didn't feel the fall. "Oh, Neville," I whisper, touching the floor with my fingertips, "I'm so sorry."

I look up at the Minister, who for once seems at a loss for words.

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