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Dishonored 2 — Gold Dust Woman.
The snake's green mouth gnaws at the sky.
The air is saturated with death. The noise mixes, creating one continuous chaos. She feels her knee cracking, popped out by the blast wave.
Harry seemed to be somewhere in the back…
The ears are ringing. She doesn't hear Potter screaming to her right, she just feels it. She feels his pain and watches the last part of the world collapse before her.
Ginny looks like a ragdoll in Harry's arms. A doll with no arms and no legs…
“Harry!” Her voice breaks. “Harry, please! It's time!”
The hand clenches the vial harder.
Otherwise, they won't have time…
Arthur and Molly are blocking the spells flying in their direction, shielding and protecting them. Granger notices Narcissa and her son getting closer.
People and screams are mixing. She feels the vial with potion crack a little, and her hand is burned with cold. Whatever... It’s still enough…
“Fuck!” Even her hair hurts. She grits her teeth, limping towards Harry, who’s holding his already dead wife in his arms. “We’ve to go!”
Potter doesn't notice the slap on the cheek, he just looks at her with his mouth open. His eyes are widened and filled with the utter terror.
The Dark Lord's laughter is getting closer, as if it’s flying around. Amorphous. Imperceptible. He mocks. He shouts something about the end and the victory. He's probably right. He'll probably be right, but dammit... They still have a chance!
Granger stares at Harry and feels her cheeks wet with treacherous tears. It's not the right time to grieve. Absolutely not now. She grabs his neck, kisses him quickly on the lips — like a goodbye, just in case. And her friend nods. He's ready.
“You cut, I throw!” She growls, gathering her anger. “You cut! I throw!”
They look in the direction of the carnage. A bloody and disgusting battle. And through the panic, through the noise of voices, they step forward, hand in hand. Hermione feels her friend's thumb brushing against her charm-bracelet.
They apparate right in front of Voldemort, deflecting spells. Harry smashes the knife right into the Lord’s face. The blood spurts straight to the ground followed by the wounded man’s muffled growl.
Granger throws the vial to the ground, blowing it up.
Time seems to freeze.
The last thing she sees is two green lights flying towards her and Malfoy who dashes to Voldemort. Her hand becomes empty…
Harry just lets her go…
Hermione is knocked to the ground and she accidentally pushes Potter…
She pushes Harry directly into the green curse, killing him.
And before the world disappeared, before it’s dragged into the vortex, Hermione watches everything burn without a fire. Her whole life, her friends are burning in endless cry of anguish.
Hitting the ground.
Everything goes blank.