The Bloody Anne Saga

Control

“Don’t you mess with a little girl’s dreams, because she’s libel to grow up mean.”
“Control”
-Poe

Graduation Day

The Great Hall was quiet, quieter than usual given that today was Graduation for the Seventh Years.
Ron picked up a biscuit, glancing around the Great Hall again.
“Where do you suppose everyone is?” He asked his voice barely over a whisper. Harry glanced around the huge room noticing the empty seat at all the house’s tables…except Slytherins. Glancing back at Ron, he shrugged.
“Nerves?”
“That’s got to be it.” Ron agreed, grabbing some bacon. “I mean, Hermione’s not here and there isn’t anything else to study.” Glancing around him again, he leaned forward. “But you have to admit, it’s weird. A third of Ravenclaw’s gone, half of Hufflepuff, and a part of our table. And I don’t think they’re all Seventh Years. I mean, the only table that has all its people is Slytherin.”
“Morning.” Parvarti Patil said, walking up to Ron and Harry. “Have either of you seen Lavender this morning? She wasn’t in the bedroom when I woke up this morning.”
Both boys shook their head. Parvarti frowned, noticing the rest of the large room. “Where is everyone? Even half the teachers aren’t here.”
A loud explosion rocked the large room, cutting off further conversation. Screams filled the room as everyone scrambled for a hiding place. As the smoke cleared, Harry and Ron poked their heads out.
“What the hell is going on?” Ron asked loudly over the noise and screams.
“Parvarti!” A scream ripped from the entrance. Padma Patil, Parvarti’s twin was running towards the Gryffendor’s table. “Death Eaters!” She screamed, rushing up to her sister and grabbing her, sobbing. “There are Death Eaters in the school. The Headmaster is dead!”
As Padma’s words echoed across the room, the murmurs grew louder, finally growing into cries and screams. The few teachers were on their feet, wands out and in the crowd of students.
”Students!” Professor Flitwick shouted. “Quiet down! Now, quickly form groups and get to your Houses.” Madam Pomfrey, Professor Sprout and Madam Hooch followed the Charms teacher in gathering the students and trying to usher them out of the Great Hall.
Ron, Harry, Parvarti, Padma, and a couple of other Seventh Years helped the Professors in gathering the younger students together to get them to their Houses. Ron glanced around the room, his expression going from panic to anger.
“Harry!” He shouted. Harry glanced around, spotting his friend, and then following the finger Ron was pointing. Across the room, the Slytherians were grinning. Some of the older ones were gathering the younger ones and pushing them out of harms way but the majority of Seventh Years were standing out in the open grinning and cheering. Harry glanced back at Ron who was red with anger.
“They knew!” Ron shouted, his eyes not leaving the Seventh Year Slytherins. “Those bastards knew and were just waiting for it.” His sights set on the leader of the seventh year Slytherins, his face growing angrier. Harry stepped forward, trying to grab his friend before he did anything.
“Ron!” He yelled. “Not now! We have to help the younger ones to the houses and find ‘Mione! Ron! We have to find ‘Mione!”
He threw a hateful glare towards the blond Slytherin leader, who was smirking triumphantly before turning his attention back to Ron.
“Hurry! Let’s go!”
Dragging Ron behind him, he found the Patil sisters, now joined by Ginny Weasley and the other students rushing out of the Great Hall. The large ran from the direction of screams and curses being thrown, trying to quiet the sobbing students, some trying not to sob themselves.
Turning a corner, they were stopped by a line of black-cloaked figures. Several of the younger students screamed.
“Back!” Harry yelled, pulling out his wand. “Go back!”
He and the Patil sisters hurled curses while Ron and Ginny hustled the students back the way they came. Rushing back into the Great Hall, they skidded to a halt at the scene of several teachers fallen and others trying desperately to hold back the forces of black cloaked figures walking into the hall, parting students and teachers like water.
“We’re trapped!” Ginny yelled back at Harry who was bringing up the rear. Harry rushed in time to see a cloaked figure hurl a curse and Professor Snape fall to the floor. That got a reaction from several of the Slytherins. Professor McGonnagal rushed to his side, covering him, her wand raised. One figure raised a hand and the other stopped.
Harry glanced around the room as silence suddenly fell over the Great Hall.
“Harry.” Ginny said softly, touching his shoulder. Glancing behind him, he noticed blacked cloaked figures covered all the entrances and exits. They were trapped.
“Surrender!” A male voice came from the mass of cloaked figures. “You are surrounded and you are defeated. To fight any more will only bring about your destruction. We have taken over the wizarding world. We have taken over the Ministry, we have taken over Hogwarts.”
Ron paled. “My dad.” He whispered horrified, grabbing Ginny who began to sob.
Harry stepped forward towards the Death Eaters. A hand grabbed his shoulder and he turned around. Ron stood there, tears in his eyes, his face determined. One arm was around Ginny who wore the same look as her brother.
“Together.” He said. “We do this together.”
“Ron, I can’t…”
“No.” He said. “If Mione were here, she’d say the same thing. We face this together.”
Harry nodded, and then began walking again towards the group of black-cloaked figures. Glancing down, he smiled at Professor McGonnagal and several of the other teachers. Before they reached the Death Eaters, a figure stepped in front of them. A figure wearing a Hogwarts’ school robe.
“We’ve won.” Draco Mafoy sneered triumphantly. “Lord Voldemort’s won and you’re going to die, Potter.”
“Sod off Malfoy!” Harry snapped. “At least I’m facing my death, not hiding behind my father’s coattails.”
Ron frowned, noticing the crowd of cloaked figures part to let one person pass through them.
“Um, Harry?”
“Is that right, Potter?” Draco sneered. “And who’s won?”
“Um, Harry?”
Draco threw his head back, a smirk crossing his face. “Prepare to bow before your new master Potter. Before he kills you.”
“Harry!”
“Crucio!”
Harry flinched unconsciously, then his jaw dropping as he saw Draco fall to the floor in agony. He and Ron glanced at each other, then from Draco’s convulsing body to the black cloaked figured that now stood at the head of the Death Eaters. Harry frowned. The last time he faced Voldemort, he could have sworn the man was taller. The curse trailed off and Draco lay there gasping for breath.
“Yes Malfoy.” The distinctly feminine voice purred darkly. The hood was thrown off and Ron and Harry stood there, jaw dropped from shock.
“Bow to your new Mistress.” Hermione Granger stated, her face wearing a smug smirk.


Then

It started fourth year. Harry was too worried about someone killing him and the tests before him. Ron wasn’t speaking to her for one reason or another and she’d pretty much been abandoned by everyone she’d called friend. She’d become a social pariah, all because of that horrible Skeeter woman. The only person who spoke with her was Viktor which just sent more hatred towards her by angry witches who felt that a student from Drumstrong, especially one as popular as Viktor Krum, shouldn’t lower himself to even talking to a mudblood witch. She spent most of her time in the library studying books, looking for something, anything that would help Harry defeat Voldemort. With the entire problem going on with the Tri Wizard Tournament, nobody really noticed a lone student in the library at all hours, even in the Restricted Section. She read every book she could get her hands on that year. It continued the next year also. Harry and Ron had their hands full with the new DADA teacher and the secrets that came out about Harry to bother with her. The other students haven’t seemed to forgive her for her supposed indiscretion from the year before. Any time that wasn’t spent in classes, or with Harry and Ron, was spent in the library. She closed herself off more, alternating her time between studying for the OWLS and beginning to practice certain curses and spells she found in the book s from the library. One that came in very useful was an invisibility spell she found from the Restricted Section. It only worked in temporary bouts and not nearly as long as Harry’s invisibility cloak, but it did the job it needed to do. She read and practiced, until summer vacation came around again. During the summer she spent time in Diagon Alley reading at the bookstore. Anything she could get her hands on. Mr. Blotts, who’d befriended her, gave her access to his back room containing rare books, and the address of a friend who specialized in rare and hard to find books. She spent all her time there.
It was her obsession with finding the answer that saved her life. Coming home from Diagon Alley one night, she arrived to find her house wide open and several people running from it. Her heart froze as she noticed the black cloaks and the masks. As the last one left the house, he glanced around, looking for anyone that may have seen anything. Hermione’s heart froze as she spotted the tendril of white hair that escaped from the cloak as the man apperaited from the spot. On shaking legs, she walked towards her house, knowing what she would find.
Inside, her house was shambles and both her parents were dead in the kitchen. Calling the police, she sat in the kitchen between her parents until the ambulance arrived.
At that moment Hermione Granger stopped looking for ways to help stop Voldemort and began looking for revenge.

Her sixth year started quietly. Ignoring all the condolences, she locked herself in her room and began to read the books she’d bought from Mr. Blotts and his friend. She ignored everyone. She ignored Ron and Harry, claiming mourning. She ignored Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin’s taunts, consoling herself on the revenge she would bring to them also. She had mastered many spells over the summer and come across one very important piece of information. The Wizarding world, was very old and very powerful, but its power came from its tradition. Pureblooded wizards, ones that could trace their ancestors back for generations were very powerful. However, they were only powerful with wands. When it came to wandless magic, they were useless.
However, Muggle born witches and wizards, by way of necessity, had become very powerful with wandless magic. And in this day there were only two schools that acknowledged this and taught its Muggle born students how to work Wandless magic. America and Australia. The rest of the schools refused to break tradition for Muggle borns and taught only wand magic.
She’d bought books from both America and Australia teaching the skills of wandless magic and studied and worked at them until the bindings of her books were falling apart.
By the middle of her sixth year she was as powerful with wandless magic as the most powerful pureblooded wizard were with wand magic.
Now it was time to find followers.

Her first one was a sixth year Ravenclaw. She’d watched the girl in her Arithamancy class. The Muggle born witch was powerful when it came to magic, but she couldn’t quite capture all the logistics of studying and useless data. A major flaw if one was in Ravenclaw.
She stood back one afternoon watching as her Housemates sneered down at her and insulted her because she didn’t get a perfect grade on a test. Finally when the others had left, she approached the crying sixth year.
“You’re going to let them get away with that?” She asked.
The dark haired girl raised her head, frowning at Hermione.
“They’re right.” She said, her voice still hitching. “I’m a useless mudblood who doesn’t even deserve to be going to school here.”
Hermione shook her head, a small smile on her face. “Wrong. I’ve been watching you this year. You’re very powerful. More powerful than most of those so called pure blood witches. Your problem is with memorizing trivia. When it comes to important things, you’re perfect.”
The girl smiled. “You’re Hermione Granger, aren’t you? The Gryffendor Prefect?”
Hermione nodde“Do “Do you really believe what they say?”
Her face narrowed in anger. “I hate them!” She spat out. “Just once, I would love to shove it in their perfect pure blooded faces!”
Hermione smiled. “You’re Fiona Aston, aren’t you?”
The dark haired girl nodded.
“Well then Fiona, I can tutor you in trivia memorization. And I can help you become something so powerful, those pure blooded girls won’t have any choice but to bow down before you in defeat.” She held out her hand. “Follow me and I can help you.”
Fiona smiled smugly, and reached up taking Hermione’s hand to help her up. And became her first follower.
By the end of sixth year, Hermione had fifty students behind her. The first spell she taught them all was the invisibility spell so they could leave their houses after hours and sneak out to the west wing of the school. There Hermione taught them wandless magic. She taught them how to control the spells, how to cast more powerful curses than one could do with a wand. How not to ever be unarmed. More importantly, she taught them all how to reap revenge on any pure blood that had ever hurt them or put them down.
That summer, she spent all her time with Fiona, finding Muggle borns in England and bringing them to her cause. She was going to take down Lord Voldemort herself and she would be victorious. She had the means, she had the motive and she had the backing. By the first half of summer vacation, her fifty had turned into a hundred. By the second half of summer, the hundred had turned into two hundred. Teens, young adults and elders alike listened to the message she sent out and agreed with it. Muggle borns had been second-class citizens for too long. Granted, the pure bloods were the first wizards and witches, but they were dying out. They had to marry Muggle borns to keep their race alive or they could become totally extinct. It was time for a change. It was time for Muggle born and half-bloods to stand up and demand equality and respect. And the only way that could come about was to destroy Lord Voldemort and take over the wizarding world, starting with the most prominent group. The Ministry of Magic.
Seventh year started and Hermione was made Head Girl. Everyone noticed the changes, not only in her but in several other students as well. It was brushed off as being a Muggle thing. That year, Hermione took advantage of her own room to study up on the wizarding world. It had gone from find a weakness to know your enemy. And she knew from watching the Slytherins that they didn’t even consider the Muggle born worthy adversaries. Therefore they didn’t bother to find out what they were capable of and what they weren’t. This gave her an advantage.
Her next task was learning everything she could about Tom Riddle and Lucius Malfoy. With the Malofy’s being a prominent wizarding family, that wasn’t a hard task at all. Lord Voldemort was a little harder, but eventually she found everything she needed to know.
One of the Hufflepuff Prefects gave them the opening and the deadline they’d been looking for. He’d overheard several teachers talking with the Headmaster about rumors of Voldemort planning a raid at Graduation. The beginnings of the war.
She owled inquiries out to her people in the outside and by weeks end the information came flying in by way of owls. Voldemort was planning big attack on Hogwarts on Graduation day. The Ministry of Magic knew of this but since they refused to believe that Voldemort was even alive or had returned, they’d filed this away as hearsay and attempts to start a panic.
Hermione used them all, and with her ever growing following of students, third year and up, she began to plan an attack. To go in and destroy both Voldemort and the Ministry at the same time. Then to set up a new government with Muggle born wizards and witches as the new power.
When the owls came back, it was unanimous. The attack would go ahead as planned, and she would become the new leader of the new Wizarding government. Nobody seemed to have qualms about a seventeen-year-old girl holding the reigns of the entire wizarding community. If she hadn’t come to them, they would still be hiding in their houses and at their jobs and come Graduation day, they would all be dead.

The day before Graduation came and as customary, school was cancelled for students to have one last day of relaxing before returning home. Hermione and her followers snuck out through the Forbidden Forest and apperaited to Downtown London. There they were divided into two groups. Those who would go after Lord Voldemort and his followers and those who would take over the Ministry of Magic and dethrone Fudge.

Hermione and her followers apperaited to the place they knew Voldemort and his followers were gathering. Several of her followers were computer experts and with their help, they’d tracked down Voldemort with a combination of Global tracking and magic.
Stepping inside the old building, they could hear the chanting and the cheers of the Death Eaters. Then the deep voice of Lord Volemort talking about the Muggle borns and the destruction of their race and the destruction of Harry Potter.
Nobody even noticed the large group of brown-cloaked figures enter the room until the Death Eaters started falling. For a while pandemonium reigned. Finally, Hermione spotted Voldemort exiting from the back with Wormtail at his side, assisting the Dark Lord. She followed them through the dark corridors catching up with them in another room. She was caught unawares by Wormtail who knocked her to the ground. In the struggle his golden arm hit the side of her face, leaving a gash that went from the top of her cheekbone to just below her chin. Knocking him aside she stood, bleeding to face the Dark Lord.
“So,” the Dark Lord said. “Potter’s mudblood whore tries to stop me? And unarmed? Foolish girl, you will die and your body thrown at Potter’s feet before I kill him.”
Hermione stood there, glaring at Lord Voldemort in defiance.
“You had your lackey kill my parents.” She spat out. “I will have my revenge. And never assume I am unarmed.”
From the corner of her eye, she spotted Wormtail edging closer to her, his wand extended.
“Expelliarmius!” She shouted, raising her left hand. Wormtail’s wand shot from his hand, and into Hermione’s. The small man gave a cry of surprise and horror and she broke it in half, and then extended her hand again, never glancing away from Voldemort.
“Accio! Imperio!”
Wormtail flew towards her, falling at her feet, his body frozen.
“Master!” He cried out. Voldemort stood there, staring at Hermione.
“How?”
She smirked. “You should have embraced your Muggle side more, Riddle.” Glancing down briefly at the now terrified Wormtail, she spoke.
“Eviseratious!”
The man who used to be Peter Pettegrew, screamed as his entire body turned to dust from his feet up, leaving only the metal arm once the dust had cleared. Glancing up, she spotted Lord Voldemort staring at her with rage in his eyes, and his wand aimed at her.
“You cost me a servant. Aveda Kadavera!”
She dropped to the ground, shouting. “Refractious!”
The spell stopped inched from the top of her head, bouncing of an invisible force field. Getting to her knees, she cupped her hands together, and opened them towards him.
“Eviseratious!” She screamed, letting go of the small ball of green power that had grown in her hands. The ball shot out, hitting Lord Voldemort in the chest. Dropping his wand, he screamed as his body turned to dust, starting from his toes, rising quickly before he was nothing but dust. Lord Voldemort was no more.
Hermione dropped to her knees, drained. Fighting both Pettigrew and Voldemort had taken most of her power, but she had enough for one more person, before she would have to rest. Standing up, she walked over to where Voldemort had once stood. Picking up his wand, she turned and headed for the main room.
The fighting was over as she walked into the room. Some of her people had fallen, but the majority of the dead bodies were Lord Voldemort’s followers. Heads turned as she entered the room.
She threw off her hood, looking at the group of people in the room.
“Our people, the ones who lost their lives. Their deaths were not in vain.” Raising the wand in her hand, she smiled, and then broke it in half. “Lord Voldemort is dead!”
Cheers went up around the room, as several black cloaked figures looked around unbelievingly. A figure in a brown cloak stepped forward, handing Hermione a two-way phone.
“Caleb has news.” She said. Hermione took the phone, smiling and hit the button on the side.
“How goes the second phase?” She asked.
“Cornelius Fudge is dead.” Caleb’s voice said on the other end. “We now control the Ministry of Magic. How goes your fight?”
Hermione smiled, for the first time in four years a real smile. “Lord Voldemort is dead. We have won!”
From the other side, she could hear the cheers. Thumbing the button again, she smiled down at her crowd, looking up at her.
“Tonight starts the new dawn of the wizarding world. One in which Muggle born and Half bloods will have control. Our Revolution has begun!”
Handing the phone back the girl beside her, she stepped further into the room, surveying the black cloaked figures.
“I want Malfoy!”
A black cloaked figure was pushed into the center of the crowd. The hood and mask was ripped off reveling the angry face of Lucius Malfoy. Hermione smiled again.
“Good evg Mrg Mr. Malfoy. What a pleasant treat to have you here with us tonight.” She glanced over at a group of brown cloaked figures that weren’t surrounding a Death Eater.
“Amanda, Raymond, Richard, go to the manor, kill the wife.”
Lucius turned franticly as the three apperaited out. “No!” He yelled. Spinning around to face her again, his face a mask of hatred.
“Let her be. She has no part in this!”
Hermione face was a mask of hatred, matching his own. “You murdered my parents. They had nothing to do with this either. In fact they had less than nothing to do with your fight.”
“You mudblood bitch! What right do you have? What right do any of you have? You are nothing! Nothing!”
“Nothing that now has control over the entire wizarding race. And by tomorrow, everyone will know. Now, Lucius Malfoy, your wife will die, you will die. Your son…I have other plans for him. By the time I am finished with him, he will wish he had died.”
Lucius raised his wand. “Crucio!”
The spell shot out from the tip of his wand, aiming straight for Hermione. Raising her hands, she cupped them as if to catch a ball.
“Gratheriam!” She shouted. The spell was caught in her hand, and she stumbled back a bit from the power of the curse. Holding the energy in her hand, she glared at Lucius Malfoy.
“Now, witness the true power of a mudblood.” She spat out. “Cruciatius!”
The spell shot out from her hand, hitting Lucius directly in the chest. He fell dropping his wand, screaming. Hermione cupped her hand again, gathering another bout of energy.
“Eviseratius!” she shouted. The second curse hit him, and within moments he had gone the way of his Master and Pettigrew. Standing still, gasping for breath, she looked up at her people. The Death Eaters had removed their hood and taken off their masks during the short battle, and were now standing in horror at what they had witnessed. Walking down to the floor, she picked up the wand and sheathed it in the ever present walking stick Lucius Malfoy had used. A dark haired girl walked up to her.
“Narcissa Malfoy is dead.” She said. Hermione nodded.
“Thank you Fiona. Tell Raymond to bring something of hers. A lock of hair, a necklace. Something to prove she’s dead.”
Fiona nodded, putting the phone back up to her ear to talk to the person on the other end. Hermione looked around at the horrified men in black, then to her people.
“Kill them all.” She said, as she walked out of the room.

Now


Standing there, her people behind her, she motioned for the one to the right of her. The person stepped towards her, and threw off the hood.
“Here they are.” Fiona said, handing Hermione a black covered bundle. Hermione smiled at her, before turning her attention back to the others who still stood there. Her attention went back towards Malfoy who was still on his knees, trying to catch his breath, looking up at her with a mixture of confusion and disgust. Glancing back out towards the students and teachers, she raised her voice.
“Voldemort is dead!” She said. A gasp went across the crown followed by murmurs.
“You lie!” Draco spat at her. She spared a glance down at him.
“Crucio!”
He fell to the ground again, his body convulsing as the curse took hold of him. She turned her attention back to the crowd. Pulling a object from the bundle, she held it up before throwing it on the ground.
“Lord Voldemort is dead! And as stated before, we have taken over the Ministry. Cornelius Fudge is dead also. We are the Revolution, and we have taken over the wizarding world. The pure bloods are a minority now. The Muggle born and half bloods control everything. Today is a new age for the wizarding world. Accept it or be eliminated.”
Harry was the first to snap out of the shock. He took a step forward, standing beside a fallen Malfoy.
“’Mione? What happened? Who killed Voldemort? What’s going on?”
She smiled down at him. “I did. I know you’ve been terribly busy Harry, what with discovering your true heritage and all, but last summer, he sent some of his cowards to kill my parents. He was planning an attack on Hogwarts today. To start the war. We’ve taken care of that problem. And the cowards have been dealt with.”
Uncovering the bundle she held in her hands, she pulled out two items, tossing them on the ground before Draco. Crawling to his knees, he glanced down at them, his face going from curious to horrified. Laying in front of him was a golden and ice blue ring and a broken walking stick.
Hermione smirked. “What was it you said to me last year, Draco? Oh yes, two less pure bloods in the world.”
He looked up at her, his eyes shining and full of anger. “Where are they?” He spat out.
Her smirk grew wider. “ I’m not sure about your mom, I sent three of my people for her, but I’m quite sure she’s dead. Your father, I had the extreme pleasure of watching die before my eyes and the eyes of my people and his fellow Death Eaters. Before they were destroyed of course.” Her gaze rose to meet with several horrified looking Slytherins. “Yes, I’m afraid more than several of you are now orphans also.”
Her eyes went back down to Draco, who was slowly climbing to his feet.
“I wouldn’t if I were you.” She chastised. “I’d hate to kill you. As I told your father, I have so many more wonderful things planned for you.”
Harry put a hand on his shoulder, stopping his rise. “Not now, Malfoy.” He hissed.
Padma Patil stepped forward, glaring at Fiona. “You were my friend? How could you do this?” She glanced at all of them. “How could you kill the Headmaster?”
Fiona glared back. “I wasn’t your friend. I was a Muggle born witch you kept around to look better. I was a convience.”
Hermione, for her part, looked upset. “As for the Headmaster, I am rather upset about that. A couple of my people became slightly overwhelmed. But on their defense the Headmaster was preparing to throw a curse at them. And as the Headmaster was a very powerful wizard, we’ve found that without wands, we’re more powerful. It is unfortunate, I truly did like Professor Dumbledore and was looking forward to talking with him.” Her gaze settled on the older witch who was still covering an injured Snape. “As I am with you Professor McGonagal. But not now. For now, there is still Graduation for those who wish to continue with it. Life will continue as normal, I have no wish of making this a tyranny. And there are other things I must do before we can truly start this government. And the people must know.” She smiled at them all, an eyebrow raised. “The Slytherins however, are confined to their House until further notice.” Raising a hand, several cloaked figures stepped forward, gathering around the Slytherins. As one, they spoke and the wands flew out from pockets and hands, to be coveted by the figures in black. She looked down at Professor McGonagal and Madam Pomfrey.
“Take Professor Snape to the hospital wing and see if he can be healed. He will be allowed to decide his own fate. The rest of you go about your business. Prepare for Graduation if you will. Gather with your friends until the train comes tomorrow.”
Harry’s grip tightened on Draco’s shoulder, as he helped the blond seventh year to his feet. Ron still clutched his sister, staring at Hermione. A hand came down on Harry’s and he looked up startled. Hermione smiled at him.
“Except him.” She said. Fiona and two other figures stepped forward. Draco, eyes wide, stepped back forgetting Harry’s hand was still on his shoulder. The two pulled wands and aimed it at him. Immediately rope sprang from them, wrapping themselves around Draco. Hermione pulled Harry’s hand away gently.
“As I said, I have other plans for him.”
Harry looked at her, his green eyes desperate. “Hermione, don’t do this. Voldemort killed my parents too. I know what it feels like. It isn’t worth it.”
“I know.” She said. “Voldemort’s death was for you also. And now Draco knows what it’s like to lose his parents. But Draco has much more to atone for. And he will atone Harry, I promise you that.” Reaching over she kissed his cheek. “Enjoy your freedom Harry. And come find me when you finally understand.”
Like liquid, the black cloaked figures left the Great Hall, until only the five remained. Pulling a small book from her cloak she held it out. Looking over at everyone, she grinned.
“I’ll pick up my diploma later.” Grabbing Draco’s arm, she and the other four disappeared.
Harry stood there for a moment then turned, his haunted eyes taking in the destruction of the Great Hall and the bodies on the floor, both dead and wounded. Then he looked over at the remaining students all carrying the same look of fear and horror in their eyes.
Parvarti was the first to speak. “What do we do now?”
He looked back at the teachers. Nobody could give an answer.