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The night before the battle of Hogwarts, the Order of the Phoenix gathered at 12 Grimmauld Place. From Moody to Aberforth Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Hagrid, and even the entire Weasley family.
Finishing his last training season, Harry soon walked downstairs from his room, wearing something that none had seen him wear before. A strange black, leather overcoat that gave off a magical air.
"What's the plan?" Moody got to the point right away.
They probably doubt me. Following a boy into a battle. Harry noticed the confusion and lack of confidence in many eyes.
"Hagrid, is it done?" Harry looked at the Hogwarts gatekeeper instead.
The big man beamed with pride. "O' course, Harry. Charlie Weasley 'elped plenty, he did."
"Then it was money well spent," Harry said and looked around at the room.
There were almost fifty people present and they were just the Order members. They had plenty more allies outside waiting for their signal. "When Tom Riddle arrives at Hogwarts tomorrow he will find hell."
"But what is the plan, Harry? We don't have the numbers. The Dark Lord, he's gathered giants as well," Arthur Weasley said, his voice laced with worry. He glanced around at his family, concern etched in every line of his face. "We're outnumbered, son. We need to be smart about this."
Harry nodded at that. "Within the first ten minutes of the battle, our numbers will swell, and the tide will turn in our favor. I can't share more details, as our victory depends on secrecy. But... I won't stop anyone from leaving if you don't want to risk your life tomorrow. Despite our best plans, there will be loss of life."
Thud!
Moody knocked his staff on the floor. "If we were scared we wouldn't have come here."
"Alright, then. It's time to get going. Half of you need to head to Hogwarts right away and set up the protections and the anti-apparition charms," Harry said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. He knew he wasn't their leader, but it was important. "Once the battle begins, we need to make sure none of them can escape."
"Agreed." Moody took the lead from there. "My team of Aurors will accompany me."
One after another, the Order members discussed the matter among each other and left on their own. Harry turned around and returned to his room to get some rest for the tiring day ahead. He discarded his clothes and left them on a chair to wear them again. Shirtless, with just boxers below, he got down on the bed only to silently stare at the ceiling.
Voldemort knows about the Horcrux in me. He'll want to kill me as quickly as possible. Harry thought about the battle.
But once I kill him, how will the Horcrux react? It's gonna try to take over me, won't it?
Knock! Knock!
"The door's open," Harry voiced, expecting it to be Narcissa most likely. The woman was pregnant with his child already.
The knob turned and the door opened. But unexpectedly, it was Hermione who walked in. "Can't sleep?"
Harry nodded slightly and watched her enter, wearing just an oversized t-shirt, leaving her slender legs bare for his gaze.
"I can't either," she added and closed the door before walking over beside his bed. "Can I… Sleep here?"
"Sure." Harry moved to the side and gave her some space.
No words were exchanged, Hermione got down beside him and went ahead to hug his body. Her arm caught around his naked chest while her head fell on his extended arm that he gave.
"Harry…" She failed to muster words. What could she even say to someone who was going to die? "I'm sorry. I couldn't find any other way."
"You've got nothing to be sorry about, Hermione," Harry replied, gently caressing her bushy hair with the arm she rested her head on. "You've already done more than enough to help me. These six years at Hogwarts have been the best days of my life, despite all the madness. In a way, I'd rather face Voldemort any day than go back to the Dursleys."
"Hmm…" She nestled her face beside his ear, her breath fast and shuddering. "This is wrong… This shouldn't be how it ends."
"It could be worse," Harry replied, his voice tinged with a somber tone. "In the best case, we win and I die. In the worst case, we destroy his real body, and he takes over mine using the Horcrux, living in my body and deceiving all of you."
Hermione froze for a moment. That sounded much harsher than just death. "T-Then how can we know if it's Voldemort or you? What if you do survive?"
"The ideal victory is where I don't survive. But, in the rare chance I do, you'll need to keep watch on my behavior. Voldemort rubs his scalp a lot, bares his fangs when smiling, and his laugh is different. He's easy to anger and quick to shoot the unforgivable curses," Harry explained whatever he knew about Voldemort. "Mock him using his defeat, his love potion addicted mother to check his attitude. It'll be a good way to gauge his reactions."
The more Harry talked the more Hermione's arm around his chest became tighter. As if scared of losing him. Scared of having that night pass.
"You won't tell Ron?" She asked him.
Harry chuckled at that. "He has a bigger headache to handle, Hermione. At first, I thought he was just acting odd because of the Imperius Curse, but it turns out he's trying to put on a brave face because he's got Lavender pregnant."
"What?!" Hermione sat up on the bed in total shock. "Are you serious?"
"He confessed to me a few days ago. He asked for some money because he was too afraid to tell his mum," Harry explained, wondering how Hermione would react if he were to reveal Bellatrix and Narcissa's pregnancies too.
"That fool!" Hermione groaned and fell back down. But this time she shifted a little and almost fell on his chest, half of her upper body on top of him. "They've been inseparable the whole year. I'm not much surprised now that I think about it and…"
Without warning, Hermione adjusted her position, lifting one leg to drape it over his thighs, and then she moved fully onto him, sitting astride his pelvis. Her soft chest pressed against his bare skin, their faces nearly touching.
Harry didn't react much other than staring at her charming, flushed face. "And?"
Hermione let go of any embarrassment. "And I can't blame him. We don't know if we'll survive tomorrow."
The light was dim, so it was hard to see clearly. But hearing Hermione's breaking voice, Harry didn't have to guess her expressions. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her delicate, lithe waist and hugged her tight, grateful for her warmth.
"You don't have to do this, Hermione." He guessed where their interaction was going.
"Shut up." Hermione scolded and softly landed her dry lips on his. Their humming voices mixed in an instant as a strange hunger took over Hermione's tongue. Both her hands wrapped around Harry's head while she fed on his tongue.
Her hips started to move, grinding against his growing erection as her oversized t-shirt bunched up around her waist. "Umm… I want thi-this!"
Unlike Bellatrix and Narcissa, Harry saw Hermione as a real close friend. Intimacy with her was always different—more intimate, more warm, more hot. He surrendered to her intruding tongue in his mouth and stopped hugging her waist. His hands slid down over her back, tracing her t-shirt, then the curve of her bare hips. Palm spread, he held her bottom in amusement.
"Y-You're not wearing—"
"Shhh!" Hermione broke the kiss for a moment. "No talking."
Before she went for the kiss again, she sat back on his rock-hard erection. Both her arms crossed and caught the hem of her oversized t-shirt. With one swift move, she took it off and threw it away.
Harry exhaled with a sound. She was wearing nothing, her entire body from her slender neck to her handful breasts, the slim waist, and the tight ass—she came prepared for this.
He gulped and rubbed his hands over her entire front, going from the waist to her belly, then spreading his hands over her breasts.
"You're beautiful." He complimented her with a genuine heart. He couldn't remember ever having complimented her before like this. "You're amazing, Hermione."
"Shhhh~" She persisted in silence, too scared of tearing up if she talked. All she wanted to do at that moment was make love to Harry Potter, the boy who took her virginity. "Just let me have you, Harry."
At those words, Harry let go of the last of his doubts and truly embraced this wild girl with hair as wild as her. Before pulling her back down on his chest he pushed his pajamas down his legs and completely removed it. As if it was fate's decision to give them that night, he wasn't wearing any underwear either.
"Go wild." He muttered and squeezed the soft, silken flesh of her waist, and pulled her down into a warm embrace. Her perky, small breasts felt heavenly on his chest, the warmth inside her mouth intoxicated him to shut his eyes in pure love and bliss. Both hands stirred all of her spotless back, feeling every inch of Hermione for the last time.
Feeling so hot and matching her own deep breaths with his, Hermione never stopped rubbing her delicate petals across his entire length. Tightly pressed underneath, she shuddered at each long brush she felt on her soaking hot entrance.
She had enough of the teasing and raised her hips without breaking the kiss. As if she knew where to land, she moaned into him the moment she felt being spread apart by Harry's hot, throbbing cock. Slow, the fullness, the thrilling tease as she took his cockhead in, and then the inches that followed, it all left her in a delirium of pleasure and pain—not of body but of heart.
"Ooooh!" She moaned right into his lips, sharing and tasting his warm drool with lust.
His size felt more noticeable than usual as she soon felt all of him, right to his base. But she wanted to feel Harry Potter more in the most intimate ways and clenched her walls as hard as she could, earning his cock's insane throbs and flexes in return. "Ummmmh…"
Harry felt emotional for some reason. The weight of her body, the tightness of her inside made him curse his fate that was leading him to his death. No, he didn't want to fucking die. No, he didn't want to leave Hermione.
Bellatrix and Narcissa were mere necessities, but Hermione… He could truly imagine a future with this girl in his arms.
"I-ugh…" He pumped his hips up and grounded inside her depth, the silky dampness out of the world. "Don't…"
"Aaaah!" Hermione stopped kissing him and sat back up to truly ride on his cock, jumping on his length and taking him in as deep as she could. She wanted every part of him; to remember every bit of it deep within her.
Everything felt warm, her breasts tingled with a ticklish itch that she satiated with her own hands. Her eyes, wide open, revealed endless trails of tears.
Harry gulped and moved on his own. His hands clenched at her waist and rolled to the side, bringing Hermione underneath himself as he re-entered her scorching walls yet again, spearing in and resuming his thrusts. He loomed over her body and rained down kisses all over her neck and shoulders, and suckled on her small breasts. His hands held her shoulders firmly at the same time as he pulled her down to match his thrusts.
"Harry!" Hermione cried his name in wild pleasure. Her climax leaked out with no warning, the throbbing, clenching convulsions of her threw him into a raging itch of his own.
Just as her molten mess coated his length, he also came without a warning.
"Ugh!" Harry failed to think straight and pumped hard inside, squeezing his hips and thrusting his cock over and over again until the musky white batter turned into a froth and leaked out against his continuous thrusts that failed to lose fervor.
He wasn't done and wanted more. He wanted to feel Hermione again and again, love her in ways unforgettable. But with limited strength and fatigue driving in, he relaxed on her breast and weighed down, keeping his shaft grounded inside her in smaller but strong thrusts.
"A-aaah…" Hermione crossed her legs around him and kept him in place. No regrets could touch her, she wanted this from the very beginning. "Harry… I…"
"I don't want to die," Harry whispered into her ear and continued kissing the side of her neck. "I don't want this to be over… I d-don't want the morning to come."
Hermione sniveled and hugged his head, combing her fingers through his hair. She'd have asked him to run away with her but she knew Harry would never agree. Her tears made her feel helpless for the future, enraged even.
"I love you, Harry."
I love you too, Hermione. Harry dared not to say it out loud. He didn't want Hermione to live with a broken heart. He didn't want her to forgo her future in his memory.
His thrusts gained speed and length again, wanting to make this the last good, warm, loving memory of himself in her mind. Hopefully something worth remembering.
"Ungh…" Yet again the two matched each other's climax.
Her clenches milked him and dried him of his virile seed, mixing and mingling with the mess between their loins. All the while their hot, sweating bodies remained stuck, hugging, kissing until their eyes closed.
Harry, thanks to her, was able to get some good night's rest. Feeling loved, feeling needed, and a new passion to win this war. He dreamt that night of a future where he lived and grew old. Hermione beside him, his kids too.
Wouldn't that be nice?
He murmured in somber breaths.
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The morning came despite Harry's pleas to God, if there was one. Without complaining he woke up, bathed, and got dressed in a black suit one would wear at a funeral—on the dead body. Then he put on the large, expensive enchanted leather coat, fixed his wand, and walked out.
Hermione, Ron, and everyone else waited for him at the chimney connected to the Floo Network. Members of the Order were already in the process of transferring to Hogwarts in small groups, landing right inside the headmaster's office.
Harry moved last with Hermione and Ron by his side.
Woosh!
"The protections have been put in place," Moody reported as soon as Harry arrived. "Voldemort's dogs have been seen scouting the area."
"Leave the main entrance to the castle open," Harry ordered this time as an actual leader. "Direct them into the school like mice in a maze. Lead them towards the traps once the verbal confrontations are over."
Thud!
"They're here!" Kingsley ran into the headmaster's office and declared. "Voldemort is at the main entrance. He's just… standing there with his army."
Harry nodded firmly and walked out. "Let's welcome the guests then."
Nervousness, fear, and daring combined. Harry led the army behind and soon reached the entrance grounds of the school. In the distance was the elevated walkway that led towards him, and beyond that was the main gate.
He does have the numbers. Harry noticed the massive army around Voldemort, likely in hundreds or perhaps nearly a thousand. In muggle terms, it seemed nothing, but for a wizard battle, it was like a full-blown civil war.
Sadly, his own side had slightly over a hundred wizards. Many of them were students, which meant the power balance was a mess.
"Open the gates," Harry ordered.
Professor Flitwick waved his wand just then. In the distance, a part of the protective shield around the school vanished and the gate opened. Without a second thought, the Dark Lord walked in with his raging teeth revealed. His wand was out already, dangling at the end of his inhumanly long arms.
"Hahaha!" Voldemort laughed like a maniac. "You dream of defeating Lord Voldemort with a dozen wizards and a hundred kids? Hahaha!"
Voldemort stopped and came face to face with Harry. The entire school was still in immaculate condition, and the sky was clear as a summer day. Yet, their hearts were cold and some young ones shivered.
"I was alone enough to deal with you as a baby," Harry shouted back in pride. "Must I remind you? Tom Marvolo Riddle—Half-blood imposter!"
"HARRY POTTER!" Roared Voldemort in demonic rage. "I am the future of wizardkind! Surrender, there is no need for the senseless death of more wizards. Join me! Join me, those who stand behind this boy."
"In your dreams, Riddle!"
Harry looked to the side in amazement. It was Neville fucking Longbottom shouting and showing a middle finger to the Dark Lord.
"Haha…" Harry chuckled.
How much he himself had changed, Harry could feel it now. He failed to feel any fear or doubt. Heck, he felt excited for this battle while knowing so many would die. "You're mistaken, Tom. It is I who should be inviting those who stand behind you—Join me! Join the right side of history to defeat this vile, half-blooded, half-human creature that dared commit the vilest of magic!"
Where's the snake? Harry failed to notice Nagini.
Voldemort laughed loudly and looked behind at his followers for a second before turning back at Harry. "You have nothing to give them, Potter!"
"But I do," Harry smirked and took out his wand. "Look back again."
Tap! Tap!
The smug smile vanished from Voldemort's face. Right before his eyes, he saw movement in his entire army and hordes of them walking forward, away from him, and towards Harry Potter's side.
"N-No… What are you doing? Avery! Crabbe! Lestrange! Stop this madness!"
"Hahaha!" This time Harry laughed. So loud and so different that it scared those who stood close to his side. "I have something to offer them that you can't, Tom—Freedom!"
"Lies! They're mine!" Voldemort bellowed and raised his wand towards Harry. Fear and confusion overcame his demonic eyes, seeing most of his army changing sides all of a sudden.
"You thought the Dark Mark was a strong enough chain to hold them?" Harry continued to rumble with laughter. "But I pulled them into a stronger cage! Their lives are mine! As is victory—Avada Kedavra!"
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