Nothing Like You and I

Author’s Note:
This is the second to last chapter! Sorry it has taken me awhile to write this. I have been busy with school/finals/moving out of my apartment (which I should have been doing instead of writing this chapter) and the like. As for the epilogue…still in debate. Lol




The tension in the air broke with the cackling of magic from both sides. The eerie silence of the room was suddenly filled with the cackle of Voldemort, his voice broke with each tough bellow. Hermione wriggled against his grasp, her lips parted to get every last bit of air she needed. Lucius’ eyes bore into her, almost pleading for an answer but his attention was turned to the hand Voldemort brought from against Hermione’s abdomen.

“Keep your hands where we can see them,” Harry snarled, spit flying from his teeth, “If you want to fight, Voldemort, then let’s fight. Leave Hermione out of it.”

“Oh, but my dear boy,” Voldemort cooed, his hand reaching behind Hermione to only what she thought was his wand, “This has almost everything to do with the girl.”

“Harry watch out!” Hermione shouted as Voldemort ripped his wand from his pocket and shot a spell at Harry.

Hermione shoved Voldemort back with her elbow and moved his wand just in time for the spell to hit the wall. The explosion was loud and sent pieces of wall flying between the two parties. Hermione fell to her knees hacking for air as Voldemort pulled her down with him. He rose, grasping onto the back of her hair and held his wand out deflecting several stunning spells.

“Watch out! We might hit Hermione!” Remus shouted from behind the thick cloud of smoke.

Voldemort held tightly onto Hermione and tilted her head back, snarling against her throat. “That was a dirty thing of you to do, love. There might be hope for you yet.”

Grasping onto her forearms, Voldemort pulled Hermione to his chest and held his wand out as the dust began to settle. Everyone was scattered throughout the room, but Harry remained firm in his place. His eyes glittered with venom as he saw the way Voldemort held Hermione close to him; like a shield.

Voldemort slashed his wand in the air as Ron wavered forward. A bright orange spell shot through the air, searing through Hermione’s sofa. Ron was thrown straight through the wall. He could hear bones crack under the pressure and force as the wall gave way. Grunting, Ron’s eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out.

Remus slid his foot on the ground and moved with much fluidity as he dodged a hex, countering it with another blast. Voldemort flicked his wand lazily and deflected the spell.

Voldemort grinned wickedly, “I’ve waited five long years for this.”

Flicking his wand upward, the ceiling above Ginny and Luna began to bubble and crack. Harry looked up and yelled for his wife, running quickly to her and Luna. Wrapping his arms around their waist, Luna and Ginny collapsed to the ground with Harry on top. The ceiling fell with a loud crunch, sending the group scattering.

Remus pressed himself against the wall with Lucius whipped down beside him. They looked to one another and gave a curt nod. They grasped onto their wands and stepped out from the rubble, casting double hexes at him. Voldemort leaned back, his should dipping back as one brightly colored spell irked past him. He swished his wand and bounded Lucius’ spell, hitting Remus effectively in the chest.

Remus gasped and fell back but was caught when Lucius grasped under his arms, both falling back against the wall.

“Shit,” Lucius growled, moving Remus down to the floor and tore open his robes. Blood began pooling at a large gaping hole in Remus’ chest while the shabby wizard gasped for breath.

Lucius pulled his outer robes off and began tearing them into shreds while holding his wand between his teeth. He pressed the squares of robe to Remus’ chest. Pulling his wand from his teeth, Lucius began muttering the counter curse all while pressing the soaked shreds to his chest.

“Remus!” Hermione shouted, wrestling with Voldemort; who had brought his hand over her mouth.

She bit down hard and kicked his shin in an attempt to rush to her friend but Voldemort either had a really high tolerance for pain or the adrenaline running through his body made all sensations null and void. He grasped onto the back of her hair and yanked her back, effectively ripping a chunk out.

“I think we have far too much company for my taste,” Voldemort crowed, tilting his head back, “Come Harry. Let’s go to where this last ended, shall we?”

Harry looked up from Ginny, who was holding onto a very purple and bruised arm. His emerald eyes flashed with heated anger, especially after hearing Lucius’ curses for Remus to wake up. He rose with his wand clenched in his hand, magic billowing from every fiber of his being.

Voldemort grinned and brought a hand to Hermione’s jaw, pushing his fingers into her soft skin, “Unless you want me to snap her pretty little neck.”

Voldemort grinned and brought his lips to the top of Hermione’s skull, planting them into her curly amber locks. Hermione growled and tried to rip her form from him, but his grasp was too strong. She felt the world around her collapse as if being squeezed through a tube and knew what was happening. They were Apparating.




Hermione landed with a loud thud, falling to the ground when Voldemort released her. Cool blades of grass tickled her blue and purple bruised skin. The gust of wind blew past them without any true direction and the eerie feel of ancient magic prickled against the back of her mind. Nimue’s Hill.

Voldemort strode around Hermione, twirling his wand around his fingers as another distinctive pop was heard. Harry stood about a hundred meters from Hermione and Voldemort, his robes shed and clad in a t-shirt and pair of jeans. Muggle clothing. How ironic.

“Before I kill you, my boy,” Voldemort grinned, “I just wanted to know one thing…how do you want to see your friend here die? I could cut her throat or fuck her until not a single drop of life is left in her…”

“You won’t lay another finger on her!” Harry snarled, holding his wand out, “I won’t let you.”

Voldemort tutted under his breath and stepped over Hermione toward Harry, “You are hardly in a position to make threats, Potter.”

The pair began swirling around each other. Harry had grown since he was eighteen. He had learned far more about the Dark Arts than previous but Voldemort had thrice as much experience than he had. It was only a matter of time because the pair would reunite. Death, after all, was only the beginning. The wind grew tumultuous as the crackling of magic spurned on from the pair.

Hermione gasped for a breath, her mind becoming less fogged from the harsh journey. She looked up from between her locks and stared as Voldemort rounded Harry. His fingers held his wand gingerly, twisting and twirling it in his hand while Harry adopted a more professional stand. His hand was clenched around the wand but not tight enough that his knuckles went white.

“Don’t you want to know what happened to your old friend?” Voldemort asked, a dirty tactic to catch Harry off guard.

“Malfoy was hardly my friend,” Harry snarled in response, holding his head up high.

“He died for the girl,” Voldemort grinned, “A stupid thing called love…which reminds me of your dearly departed mother.”

“Shut. Up!” Harry growled, walking slowly to the side, “Shut your fucking gob!”

“She was so tasty,” Voldemort laughed, “That red hair. Those startling green eyes. She screamed for you when she died….she screamed my name when I fucked her…”

Hermione could see the toll talking about his mother had on Harry. It was a fact that out of everything he ever experienced, the death of his mother still haunted him; even if he didn’t remember it. Voldemort was using this against him, playing him like the preverbal fiddle.

“Harry don’t!” Hermione managed to cry as Harry shouted at Voldemort, “He’s lying! He’s lying!”

“I’ll kill you!” Harry shouted, rushing at Voldemort with his wand raised.

Voldemort merely stood in his spot and held his wand out, flicking it to the side. Something invisible grabbed Harry by the throat and threw him back several yards back onto the ground. Dirt flew from the impact, but Harry still managed to regain his footing. Voldemort grinned and flicked his wand again at Harry threw a spell at him, deflecting it completely.

“That’s what you always were,” he grinned, “The bastard child of the Dark Lord.”

“Kill. You…” Harry breathed, as tears ran down his cheeks.

“Are you shocked, my son?” Voldemort asked, “To know that you’re very much my own flesh and blood…”

“HE’S LYING HARRY!” Hermione screamed as Harry wiped blood from his lip and threw another hex. “Don’t listen to him!”

“Silence witch!” Voldemort snarled, blocking the spell.

Hermione screamed as rippling pain seared through her body, causing her back to bow upward. It felt as if a thousand burning bulbs were broken and pushed into her skin. Her body lit up like a gods damn Christmas tree thanks to that hex, skin illuminating a bright white and yellow; tainted by billowing blood. It stopped just as fast as it had come, leaving her breathing harshly with sweat dripping from her body.

“You’re so full of it,” Harry raged, walking in a slow circle, “You think you can still win; even when you’ve lost everything.”

“That is where you are wrong, Potter,” Voldemort spat, “I’m very much in the winner’s circle. You see…as she dies so does the hope of you killing me.”

Harry paused for a nanosecond but that was all Voldemort needed. He slashed his wand through the air and hit Harry in the chest, sending him flying. The Dark Lord sneered triumphantly and moved closer to Harry, his smooth gliding steps more and more reminiscent of his days before his second death.

“Dark magic is often very complicated,” Voldemort continued, “This body is young and fresh but will deteriorate if I didn’t find the key to its life…the reason why it should survive…”

He flipped his wand, causing Harry to roll onto his back, “And I believe I have found it…in the girl. You could never defeat me…not now anyway. When she dies I can claim this body as my own and have all the time in the world to destroy your pathetic life…I think I will start off with your precious son…James was it?”

Harry gritted his teeth and held his wand up but Voldemort flicked his hand, expelling Harry’s wand to the side. Voldemort squatted just a little, twisting his wand as Harry’s torso twisted as well cracking several bones.

“I will kill little James,” Voldemort grinned, “Then your precious wife…her entire family…but you…I will keep you alive just so you can witness their deaths…wouldn’t that be lov---“

Voldemort howled and jumped up as Hermione managed to rise and throw herself at him. Her fingers dug into his throat hard enough to draw blood. He swirled around with Hermione on his back, scrambling to hold onto him, and let out a disgruntled growl. Reaching behind him, Voldemort grasped onto Hermione’s arm and threw her from him, hurling her at the ground.

“You just can’t quit,” he growled, watching Hermione scramble toward Harry’s wand.

“Accio wand!” he said lazily, grasping onto the wand as it flew through the air. “Tut tut, darling.”

Hermione whirled around just as a fist went flying into her face. She cried loudly as blood began to fill her mouth as she was hit a second time. Voldemort had her hair tangled in his hand while his free hand balled into an angry fist and pummeled her. She couldn’t see after the fourth hit and her mind was reeling when he released her. Groaning, Hermione tried to roll onto her stomach and was held down by Voldemort’s boot.

“Let’s see if we can carve my name into your skin, girl,” he teased, bringing his wand out.

She screamed as a cut was made across her collarbone, deep enough to etch into her bones. Harry struggled and called for Hermione but she couldn’t hear anything. Her screams deafened her to the world and the tears in her eyes burned. She could, however, hear a familiar voice in her head…pleading with her not to give up…telling her he loved her.




Ron rolled onto his side and coughed as consciousness grew back to him. He felt something warm dripping onto his hand and focused his blurry eyes onto the top of his hand. Blood. Frowning, Ron slowly rolled his eyes upward and let out a terrified screech.

“You!” he called out, scrambling back, “What the bloody…hell…”

“Weasley,” Draco whispered, his hand reaching out for Ron.

It was bloodied and missing a large chunk of flesh from him having pulled his arm free. Ron’s eyes widened when he felt Draco press his hand against his face. His brown eyes lit up as a he bellowed a horrified scream….silence.



Hermione began gargling blood as she felt another letter being carved into her flesh. The taste of iron and salt dulled her senses but she could feel every inch of pain surge through her body. Her head rolled to the side as she convulsed with unimaginable pain.

“Almost done, my sweet,” Voldemort cooed, flicking his wand up slightly, “Everyone will know who you belonged to…everyone…”

“And it won’t be you,” came a voice from behind him.

“Ron!” Harry breathed, “Stop…stay back…”

Voldemort reeled around, twisting his head to the side so far that it looked contorted. “Ah…welcome to the party…Draco.”

Ron stood with his wand out, his flaming red hair lit by the moonlight. His eyes were no longer the bright amber color they once were but a definite cobalt blue. He held a sneer fit for a Malfoy, which would have looked odd on Ron to begin with.

“Get the fuck out of my body so I can ring your fucking neck,” he growled, standing firm, “I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be!” Voldemort crowed, bringing his wand out, “Let’s see who can triumph, boy…I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kill you for real…and take a Weasley with you.”

“It’s on mother fucker,” Draco snarled, shouting in unison with Voldemort as they charged across the lawn, wands drawn and magic flowing from them.