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This one-shot was inspired by AndrewsQuill’s story ‘From the Ashes’, a
Harry/Susan Bones fic (by the look of it) where Hermione dies after the battle in the DoM.
I’ve nicked the basic concept, ‘cause it’s one I’ve never thought of, tweaked it, and this is it.
Second Author’s Note:
A variation on ‘Open Wide the Gates of Time: Harry’. Morbius,
during one of our many IM chats, once asked me; “Has anyone done a Good!Dark!
Dumbledore?” So, we put our heads together (which, oddly enough, made a plank) and
figured out that the only one we’d seen was actually one of KafkaExMachina’s drabbles,
where Dumbledore uses the Cruciatus on Snape’s Dark Mark, fragging the minds of every
Death Eater. So, this is the
version of ‘Open Wide the Gates of Time’, where
Dumbledore’s not as much of an arsehole.
.. I know, it’s hard to believe, but them’s the
” cried Hermione and the man’s voice was extinguished. He continued to
mouth through the hole in his mask, but no sound came out. He was thrust aside by his fellow
” shouted Harry, as the second Death Eater raised his wand. His
arms and legs snapped together and he fell forwards, face down on to the rug at Harry’s feet,
stiff as a board and unable to move.
Well done, Ha-”
But the Death Eater Hermione had just struck dumb made a sudden slashing movement
with his wand; a streak of what looked like purple flame passed right across Hermione’s
chest. She gave a tiny “Oh!” as though of surprise and crumpled on to the floor, where she
” Harry roared, forgetting everything that was happening around him as he
saw her fall. He quickly bolted forward, near-throwing himself to his knees as he looked
down at the wet mess that used to be smooth flesh.
He reached out with a shaking hand to her throat, feeling for her carotid artery. For a
moment that lasted an eternity, he couldn’t feel anything. He didn’t notice Neville kneeling
next to him, reach for the other pulse on Hermione’s neck.
Dat’s a pulse, Harry.
..” Neville said after a moment. “I’b sure of it.”
Harry didn’t feel relief, as he expected he would. All he could feel was a mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing despair at seeing Hermione casually dropped during the battle. He turned his
head slightly, staring at the Death Eater with pure malice.