Dark Love

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  • Published: 15 Jul 2014
  • Updated: 29 Dec 2014
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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.


20. Hermione POV

I sigh as I train with the rest of D.H.A. This was getting nowhere. It's hopeless. True, I did destroy the final Horcrux, but we are small in number and weak in strength. I killed our only hope. I slaughtered our only chance. Draco Malfoy, the Death Eater who back stabbed but loved, was our only chance. And what did I do? Yeah. Break up with him. Put him in the hospital wing. Make everybody hate him. Ugh! How could I have been so stupid?

I practice the Patronus Charm a few more times, watching happily as an otter swims around my wand.

Clearing my throat, I address the group. "Guys, we have one day until Voldemort attacks. Go, make final preparations, do what-"

"Hermione!" It's Madam Pomfrey, looking white in the face and extremely worried. "It's Malfoy."

"What about him?" I bite my lip. If he died, with us on the terms we were on-

"He-he escaped."


"I'm sorry! I went to go see Lavender and when I came back, he was gone!"

"It's okay, Madam Pomfrey."

"No, no it's not!" She wailed. "It's my fault he vanished, I should have paid better-"

"Madam Pomfrey, you're acting like a house-elf." Interjects Cho.

A house-elf... A house-elf! Kreacher! A plan slowly forms in my mind. "George, follow me. We need to leave."

"Where are we going?"

"I'll tell you later. Everyone else, put up the strongest reinforcements possible around the castle. The more spells and stone soldiers, the better. Get some sleep, eat, practice. We must be ready!"


I'm sorry that this chapter was really short! This story is starting to get boring, and I needed to keep up the intensity. I hope you guys are enjoying this so far! Comment what you think! :)

Love you all,

Grace Nebel

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