Daughter of Leda
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Adult +
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18,668
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Kings, Not Pawns
Morning came and Hermione found herself as prepared as she could ever be. She had spoken to prominent Order members and her dream, so much as she could reveal of it, had only been confirmed.
By all indications, today would be the day when either Voldemort or Harry, if not both, lost their lives. She had worked for so long, aiding Harry in his search for Horcruxes, doing research at every possible moment for ways to protect herself and her friends. She’d worried over everyone, now including two Death Eaters, one who she loved and another who was the son of the man she loved.
Her thoughts were organized as far as what to do and in what order, what she needed with her, and what she needed to make sure everyone else had with them. As far as her emotions, though, she was a chaotic wreck. But what could be done for it? It wasn’t as if she really thought herself deserving of pity, as everyone had their own difficult situation to deal with. The Muggle philosopher, Plato, had said once to be kind, because everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. Hermione believed it, even if sometimes she found it difficult to be equally kind to everyone.
She kept herself busy up until the last possible moment, unwilling to allow her mind any more stray thoughts than necessary. She knew that certain things were not worth worrying about just yet, as there was really nothing she could do about them. But sometimes things are easier said than done, and it was beyond her ability to block out her fears.
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It was a long and terrible day in Hermione’s eyes, and the worst was yet to come. In the Room of Requirement they had encountered Draco with his two idiot sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle. Each trio fired hexes quickly at the other, though Hermione focused her efforts on shielding herself and hexing the two idiots. Meanwhile, Draco’s curses towards her had seemed too easy to dodge by half. And though she couldn’t explain the certainty with which she read him, there seemed a look in his eyes that held both hatred and apology. What she was to make of that was beyond her at the moment, but it was shocking at the very least.
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After that ordeal, the Golden Trio had been forced to witness Voldemort order the death of Severus Snape at the fangs of Nagini. Hermione didn’t find herself helpless to aid him, though. When all was done, she moved in to undo what she might. The kitten of Leda’s visions had indeed become a lioness, and she was more than able to counter a snake or two.
Hermione had hopes that Severus still lived, as she had snuck in to make sure he had a bezoar and plenty of replenishing potions, but there had only been so much time to act before she had to get back to the battle. Hoping and praying meant nothing without action to go with it.
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Hermione had found herself in the midst of battle, surrounded by Death Eaters and Order members and all those bystanders who had joined a side for this battle. If it had been a line of people against another line it would have been one thing, but in the midst of battle Hermione was very much afraid an imperfectly cast curse might cost someone she cared about their life.
It was beyond stressful, the weight on her shoulders that only got heavier with each course of action she took. Her hair came undone and flew in her face, bodies ran in front of one another blocking a target from view, and the constant attempt to watch each other’s backs for curses to shield against was taxing.
She’d already known there would be no winners, but now Hermione realized that when this was all over all she wanted was a quiet place to cry her eyes out.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Once more Hermione encountered Draco in battle, both casting hex after hex, the sort that would do no deadly damage, and each managing to miss the other by mere inches. It was like a perilous dance in which neither partner admitted to their movements, but each knew the danger they faced should the other choose to attack in earnest.
Hermione was no fool. Somehow Draco knew who she was, if not in entirety, and he would watch her back despite being her enemy. He would see her safety at the cost of all else. Never in her wildest dreams, though, would Hermione have expected that price to be what it was.
As they cast all sorts of hexes and jinxes at one another -- babbling curses, impediment jinxes, and tickling charms -- they finally grew tired of the charade. Draco dropped his wand slightly to pursue another target, and Hermione turned her attention to aid Harry. As she swung around and caught Voldemort in her field of vision, she saw him glare in Draco’s direction. The “Dark Lord” seemed aware of his young Death Eater’s ploy, and had no sympathy for it.
A jet of brilliant green light flew from the tip of Voldemort’s wand, straight towards a helpless Draco. Hermione lacked time to act, but there was another who had seen their Lord’s intention with opportunity to act. A lithe, strong figure with golden hair sprung in between them, catching the curse to her heart.
Draco’s face became a mix of despair and rage, and he turned to the battle with new energy, no longer pretending to support the followers of Lord Voldemort.
Narcissa Malfoy was dead.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
So much had occurred that would take Hermione years to recover from, if she ever really did. Yet fate was not quite finished with her. There came the moment that made her feel as though her heart had truly stopped, and though she’d seen it in her dreams, she was not prepared.
Lord Voldemort turned to his faithful servant, Lucius Malfoy, who bowed before the serpent like man. Voldemort seemed furious, but Lucius remained his perfect mask of dangerous calm. Amidst the screams of pain from throughout the field, Hermione had no hope of hearing Voldemort’s order.
This time, though, Hermione didn’t continue in her fighting. She shielded herself, but was scarcely able to tear her eyes of Lucius long enough to do that much. She was paralyzed with a fear not relating to her life, but the greater fear that Lucius’ love for her might not be enough to overcome his devotion to his Dark Lord.
There was no sneaking up behind her or really any movement for his part. As soon as the words left Voldemort’s mouth, and his wand swished in accompaniment to them, Lucius’ body froze. Unable to control his form, Lucius’ body fell over onto the ground. It didn’t collapse as a normal person would upon injury, but was rigid and toppled over as a falling chess piece.
Hermione had known that they were all but pawns in a larger game, but looking back on the moment she would later think how Lucius was the only piece that mattered to her at that moment. He was like the king, a piece to be protected at all costs. Whether she could claim the power of queen was yet to be seen, but she would not allow her heart to be placed in checkmate. The game was not over until the last possible move was made, and from where Hermione stood she had plenty moves left to make.
She was safe, and he was... she didn’t know.
She intended to find out, and take down as many of the enemy as possible in the process.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
When she saw the paler than death form of Severus Snape that evening, lingering amongst the shadowed edges of the celebrating multitude, she ran to him. Lucius’ body was missing, and if Severus had managed to come back from the brink of death then perhaps he would have some news for her. Some hope, some promise.
He did better than that, really. He told her exactly where to find Lucius’ body, and everything that had occurred after his paralyzed fall.
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A/N: How's this for a quick update? I'm hoping it evens things out for the two week or so delay on my last update. *hides*
I only do long battle scenes in selected cases -- otherwise it seems like everything is just dragging on and on and on. I could have written such a scene, but would never have been satisfied with it. Hopefully the flow of my attempt to avoid that fate works as planned.
Only another chapter or two to go, and all will be explained. (Hopefully!) If you have specific questions that you want answers to, feel free to leave them in a review and I’ll try to make sure everything becomes clear in the end. ; )
Love you guys!
Werewolfhime -- Great to have you back! How have you been doing? I hope you are feeling better. So why do you think I’m killing Lucius? Maybe I am, but more often than not the sight is not quite as it appears. We shall see. *evil laugh*
By all indications, today would be the day when either Voldemort or Harry, if not both, lost their lives. She had worked for so long, aiding Harry in his search for Horcruxes, doing research at every possible moment for ways to protect herself and her friends. She’d worried over everyone, now including two Death Eaters, one who she loved and another who was the son of the man she loved.
Her thoughts were organized as far as what to do and in what order, what she needed with her, and what she needed to make sure everyone else had with them. As far as her emotions, though, she was a chaotic wreck. But what could be done for it? It wasn’t as if she really thought herself deserving of pity, as everyone had their own difficult situation to deal with. The Muggle philosopher, Plato, had said once to be kind, because everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. Hermione believed it, even if sometimes she found it difficult to be equally kind to everyone.
She kept herself busy up until the last possible moment, unwilling to allow her mind any more stray thoughts than necessary. She knew that certain things were not worth worrying about just yet, as there was really nothing she could do about them. But sometimes things are easier said than done, and it was beyond her ability to block out her fears.
It was a long and terrible day in Hermione’s eyes, and the worst was yet to come. In the Room of Requirement they had encountered Draco with his two idiot sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle. Each trio fired hexes quickly at the other, though Hermione focused her efforts on shielding herself and hexing the two idiots. Meanwhile, Draco’s curses towards her had seemed too easy to dodge by half. And though she couldn’t explain the certainty with which she read him, there seemed a look in his eyes that held both hatred and apology. What she was to make of that was beyond her at the moment, but it was shocking at the very least.
After that ordeal, the Golden Trio had been forced to witness Voldemort order the death of Severus Snape at the fangs of Nagini. Hermione didn’t find herself helpless to aid him, though. When all was done, she moved in to undo what she might. The kitten of Leda’s visions had indeed become a lioness, and she was more than able to counter a snake or two.
Hermione had hopes that Severus still lived, as she had snuck in to make sure he had a bezoar and plenty of replenishing potions, but there had only been so much time to act before she had to get back to the battle. Hoping and praying meant nothing without action to go with it.
Hermione had found herself in the midst of battle, surrounded by Death Eaters and Order members and all those bystanders who had joined a side for this battle. If it had been a line of people against another line it would have been one thing, but in the midst of battle Hermione was very much afraid an imperfectly cast curse might cost someone she cared about their life.
It was beyond stressful, the weight on her shoulders that only got heavier with each course of action she took. Her hair came undone and flew in her face, bodies ran in front of one another blocking a target from view, and the constant attempt to watch each other’s backs for curses to shield against was taxing.
She’d already known there would be no winners, but now Hermione realized that when this was all over all she wanted was a quiet place to cry her eyes out.
Once more Hermione encountered Draco in battle, both casting hex after hex, the sort that would do no deadly damage, and each managing to miss the other by mere inches. It was like a perilous dance in which neither partner admitted to their movements, but each knew the danger they faced should the other choose to attack in earnest.
Hermione was no fool. Somehow Draco knew who she was, if not in entirety, and he would watch her back despite being her enemy. He would see her safety at the cost of all else. Never in her wildest dreams, though, would Hermione have expected that price to be what it was.
As they cast all sorts of hexes and jinxes at one another -- babbling curses, impediment jinxes, and tickling charms -- they finally grew tired of the charade. Draco dropped his wand slightly to pursue another target, and Hermione turned her attention to aid Harry. As she swung around and caught Voldemort in her field of vision, she saw him glare in Draco’s direction. The “Dark Lord” seemed aware of his young Death Eater’s ploy, and had no sympathy for it.
A jet of brilliant green light flew from the tip of Voldemort’s wand, straight towards a helpless Draco. Hermione lacked time to act, but there was another who had seen their Lord’s intention with opportunity to act. A lithe, strong figure with golden hair sprung in between them, catching the curse to her heart.
Draco’s face became a mix of despair and rage, and he turned to the battle with new energy, no longer pretending to support the followers of Lord Voldemort.
Narcissa Malfoy was dead.
So much had occurred that would take Hermione years to recover from, if she ever really did. Yet fate was not quite finished with her. There came the moment that made her feel as though her heart had truly stopped, and though she’d seen it in her dreams, she was not prepared.
Lord Voldemort turned to his faithful servant, Lucius Malfoy, who bowed before the serpent like man. Voldemort seemed furious, but Lucius remained his perfect mask of dangerous calm. Amidst the screams of pain from throughout the field, Hermione had no hope of hearing Voldemort’s order.
This time, though, Hermione didn’t continue in her fighting. She shielded herself, but was scarcely able to tear her eyes of Lucius long enough to do that much. She was paralyzed with a fear not relating to her life, but the greater fear that Lucius’ love for her might not be enough to overcome his devotion to his Dark Lord.
There was no sneaking up behind her or really any movement for his part. As soon as the words left Voldemort’s mouth, and his wand swished in accompaniment to them, Lucius’ body froze. Unable to control his form, Lucius’ body fell over onto the ground. It didn’t collapse as a normal person would upon injury, but was rigid and toppled over as a falling chess piece.
Hermione had known that they were all but pawns in a larger game, but looking back on the moment she would later think how Lucius was the only piece that mattered to her at that moment. He was like the king, a piece to be protected at all costs. Whether she could claim the power of queen was yet to be seen, but she would not allow her heart to be placed in checkmate. The game was not over until the last possible move was made, and from where Hermione stood she had plenty moves left to make.
She was safe, and he was... she didn’t know.
She intended to find out, and take down as many of the enemy as possible in the process.
When she saw the paler than death form of Severus Snape that evening, lingering amongst the shadowed edges of the celebrating multitude, she ran to him. Lucius’ body was missing, and if Severus had managed to come back from the brink of death then perhaps he would have some news for her. Some hope, some promise.
He did better than that, really. He told her exactly where to find Lucius’ body, and everything that had occurred after his paralyzed fall.
A/N: How's this for a quick update? I'm hoping it evens things out for the two week or so delay on my last update. *hides*
I only do long battle scenes in selected cases -- otherwise it seems like everything is just dragging on and on and on. I could have written such a scene, but would never have been satisfied with it. Hopefully the flow of my attempt to avoid that fate works as planned.
Only another chapter or two to go, and all will be explained. (Hopefully!) If you have specific questions that you want answers to, feel free to leave them in a review and I’ll try to make sure everything becomes clear in the end. ; )
Love you guys!
Werewolfhime -- Great to have you back! How have you been doing? I hope you are feeling better. So why do you think I’m killing Lucius? Maybe I am, but more often than not the sight is not quite as it appears. We shall see. *evil laugh*