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01 | A Wrinkle In Time

"None of my healing spells are working," she cried frustratedly. "Harry why aren't they working??" 

"Theyused sectumsempra." Harry replied, paling considerably."Hermione, I don't know the counter curse."

"No, there has to be something. Dittany perhaps.." she panicked, searching wildly through her bag. 

"Mione," Ron gasped, bringing his hand up to halt hers. "It's okay, there's nothing you can do." 

"Don't you dare tell me what I can and can not do, Ronald Weasley. You will shut up and let me fix you so we can get out of here and live long lives, do you hear me??" 

"Mione," he exhaled tiredly, his bloodied hand rising weakly to brush her cheek lightly. She could see the fondness in his eyes battling with the pain.  

"It'll be okay," she whispered, her eyes watering. "It has to be okay." Hermione's eyes flew around wildly as she tried to think of something to do. "I can fix this, I'm always able to fix things," she muttered to herself in panic.

Ron's struggling breath worsened as he began gasping through the sharp pain in his chest. Harry and Hermione could do nothing in the following few seconds but watch in horror as Ron's labored breaths shuddered to a stop.

"Ron.." Hermione whimpered painfully. She could feel Harry shaking from rage beside her. 

Harry stood abruptly, ready to storm back to the main hall and avenge his best friend when all of a sudden pain hit him like a freight truck, bringing him to his knees. 

"Harry! What is it?" 

"Voldemort... Hermione, he knows we're here. I can feel it." 

"No, no, no we're not ready to face him! We haven't found all the Horcruxes, this is too early!"

"We need to get out. Now." Harry pulled her back into the main hall as they both fought to hold off their three attackers. Hermione could feel her borrowed strength from the potion diminishing as her shields grew weaker and weaker. 

Bellatrix was gaining on her like a predator, hurling spells at her one after another until her shield just shattered, bringing Hermione to the floor. 

"Hermione!" Harry acted instinctively, throwing up a protego to protect her from Bellatrix's next spell. 

"DIFFINDO!" 

It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. Hermione's heart froze as she saw Lucius' spell hit Harry on his sternum, who in his concern for Hermione had left himself entirely open. He was blasted backwards from the impact, hitting his head on the table behind them before dropping to the floor in a heap. As sheer panic overtook her, she shot a stupefy towards Bellatrix and Lucius, feeling her magic hurl out of her like a tsunami. They both dropped to the floor instantly, and Narcissa warily retreated to a terrified Draco in the corner of the room. 

"Harry!" Hermione cried, throwing herself down next to him. "Come on we need to go!" 

Harry gasped, coughing up blood and trying to staunch the bleeding from his sliced flesh. "It's too late, Mione. Voldemort's here, I can feel it. I'll never make it." 

"What do we do?" 

"You need to leave. I'll hold him off and buy you as much time as I can. It's me he wants anyway." 

"Harry no, I can't-" 

"Hermione, one of us have to make it out," he said firmly. "We were the only ones who knew about Horcruxes. You need to get out and finish our mission, or the entire Wizarding world will be lost." 

"But Harry, this was your mission. I can't do this without you." 

"You can, Hermione. I've always been the one who's needed you, not the other way around. You can do this. You can change everything." 

"But-" 

"I won't make it- I can already feel it," Harry said, his voice choking harshly on the blood gathering in his throat. "Finish this, Hermione. For me!" 

Hermione sobbed violently over Harry, feeling him fade away from her even as she clutched onto his body. Like before, she could feel her own tempest of magic swell violently within her as she felt the helplessness overtake her. 

I need to fix this. How do I fix this. I need to finish this.  

"My lord," she belatedly heard Narcissa murmur behind them.  

Before she could turn and face her fate at the hands of Lord Voldemort, Hermione felt a swell of magic meld around her own, overcoming her senses like a tsunami. The magic felt foreign yet not entirely unfamiliar. Harry, she thought sadly. It's Harry's magic.  

'You can do this,' she could hear him say to her. 

I can do this, I need to do this, I need to finish this... for everyone. Hermione chanted in her head, ready to fight to the death and somehow go out and destroy the rest of the Horcruxes. But as she felt her own magical core continue to swell uncomfortably under Harry's magic, she suddenly felt the world fall away as her body was swept into a spinning, storm-like sensation- much like traveling by Portkey. 

Before she could even process that she was no longer in Malfoy Manor, but what seemed to be some sort of limbo, her body gave way to gravity. She hurtled down at break-neck speed until she hit a hard floor. With the breath knocked out of her, she could barely remain conscious. But she was alive, which meant this was not over. Finding the strength to open her eyes, she looked into the shocked eyes of a room of familiar strangers. She looked between them in panic before settling on the one closest to her as her eyes widened in recognition. 

"HARRY?" she sobbed in relief, pulling herself up, ready to throw herself into her best friend's arms. 

But she stopped short. Because this Harry was much taller than hers, and his hair was not entirely black, but a mirage of different shades of brown. He looked slightly older than her Harry. Looking into his confused eyes, she belatedly realized why. They were not green. Harry had his mother's eyes, everyone knew that. Which only meant one thing. This was not Harry Potter.  

She stopped herself short, her wand arm twitching at her side as she trembled in disbelief. 

It's James Potter. 

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