Shouts and pleas filled the air. Those dying cried out for loved ones while the ones still able battled on. It was the Final Battle. Nothing was stopping Voldemort now as the Death Eater were wiping out their army quicker then they could wipe out Voldemort's.

Harry Potter was a boy with extrodinary power. He had killed more Death Eaters and Inferi then any other person on that battlefield. But he was not alone. Next to him were his best friends, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley.

"RON LOOK OUT!" Hermione shrieked. A flash of red light later Ron was sprawled on the ground motionless. "NO!" She screamed. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" She sent the Killing Curse at her opponant, Crabbe, who dropped dead on the spot.

She fell next to Ron and felt his pulse beating strong. He weakly opened his eyes and looked at her.

"'Mione?" He asked weakly.

"Yes, Ron." She pulled his head onto her lap, feeling overwhelmed he was all right. "Come on." She helped him up, draping his hand over her shoulder and helped him to the Healer's tent, not far from the gruesome war where many wounded were being treated. Madam Pomfrey saw them come in and helped Hermione lay Ron on a bed near a corner.

"What was he hit with?" She asked checking his pulse.

"I'm not sure, but take care of him. Please." She begged before brushing his hair away from his eyes and saying, "Ron, I'm sorry. Harry needs me right now. I'll be back, I promise." Before running out the door.

She saw Harry battling Bellatrix Lestrange a few hundred yards away. Not far from that Ginny Weasley was taking on Goyle and Tonks battling Crabbe.

"STUPEFY!" Hermione hit the deck as Lucius Malfoy attempted to stun her. She scrambled up, with her wand out, and pointed it straight at Malfoy.

"Get away. Now. Before I curse you into oblivion." She growled, not taking her eyes off of the white-haired Death Eater.

"Is that a threat?" He laughed. "Give up Mudblood. You don't stand a chance against the Dark Lord. Surrender, or suffer."

"I'll never surrender to someone as sick and cruel as Voldemort. Harry Potter is stronger and more powerful. Voldemort will never win as long as Harry's around." Hermione knew she was treading on thin ice, but every moment was precious.

"YOU'LL PAY MUDBLOOD! AVADA KEDAV-"

"Stop Lucius." A low voice rasped. Hermione, who had been shaking, turned to see the Dark Lord himself walking towards them. "Let the Mudblood-"

"I do have a name you know." She interrupted. It seemed time itself stopped. Everyone seemed to hold their breathe as they're eyes widened at what Hermione had just said. She had surprised even herself. It just sort of spilled out. All the anger that had bubbled up, just sort of let go.

"What did you just say to me Mudblood?"

Hermione crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "I said I do have a name you know."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed. "Very well. We shall match the powers of myself with a Mudblood."

"Don't you touch her." Hermione's head jerked around to see Harry walking toward her.

"Ah, the Chosen One speaks at last." Voldemort's eyes glinted with anticipation.

Harry moved in between of Hermione and Voldemort. "It's me you want. Leave her alone."

"Accio Mudblood!" He shouted. Hermione felt he stomach drop as she sped straight into Voldemort's grasp. He threw her on the ground where she felt dew start to seep into her robes. "CRUCIO!"

She felt knives stab every piece of her body. She was on fire. But she refused to scream. She didn't even writhe on the ground. She just sat there, shaking a little, silently.

"Scream. Scream Mudblood and maybe I'll spare you."

She looked up at Harry. His eyes were filled with hurt and concern. "Harry," She whispered. "Never give up. No matter what. I'm not worth-"

"CRUCIO!" She felt agony again. But still she managed to stand up and say in a shaky voice, "You'll never win me over. I belong to Harry, and you're not going to change that."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort shouted. Hermione screamed as everything seemed to slow and a flash of green light started to engulf her.