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Voldemort Is Harry 18 - Emotions, Acceptance & Battle
🕑 Added 2024-07-25 17:13:13 +0000 UTCDumbledore was gone. The 7th year at Hogwarts wasn't going to happen and Harry already knew it. A few days were left till the end of the summer vacation. He used that time to train with the Elder Wand and make plans with the few trusted names.
Voldemort wanted a war and Harry had decided to give it to him.
"Are you absolutely sure, Harry?" Asked Hermione, pacing left and right across the living room at 12 Grimmauld Place. "This is too dangerous."
Harry shrugged at her worries. He liked Hermione but sometimes she wasn't always the best with advice, but he couldn't blame her. Nobody knew that he also had to die to truly kill Voldemort. It was only he who felt no fear for he already knew the end result.
"If not now, Hermione, then it'll be never. We’ve finally destroyed all the Horcruxes, and now only the snake and Voldemort remain." Harry explained as calmly as he could. "The past six years have led to this moment—this battle is inevitable. It's better to face it on our own terms."
"He's right." Ron chimed in all of a sudden. For the most part in the last two years, Ron had taken a backseat as he busied himself with his girlfriend, Lavender. "I'll stand right beside you, mate."
Hermione rubbed her eyes in frustration. "I understand how you feel, but we really need to plan this more thoroughly. What if he doesn't bring the snake with him? We can't afford to leave any room for him to come back."
"I've already taken care of it," Harry answered her worries. "I'll face him on Halloween this year... the very same day he took my parents from me."
"And you don't want to share what the plan is?" She asked back, arms crossed.
Harry shook his head defeatedly. "I can't, Hermione. Everything hinges on secrecy. The more people know, the greater the risk that someone will use Legilimency to pry into your minds."
"And what about her?" Hermione pointed at Narcissa sitting not far from them, reading a book in peace.
Harry glanced at her and met with her reciprocated gaze. He forced himself not to smile. The woman had been an amazing company in everything for the past few weeks. In bed, in discussions, and in planning against Voldemort.
"She's under an Unbreakable Vow. It's in return for protecting Draco." Harry revealed and continued on. "Azkaban is the safest place for him."
Harry was grateful that Narcissa had taken the news of Draco being caught kindly. Although his intent wasn't to let Draco go for years to come.
"She's been extremely helpful in planning the attack against Voldemort," Harry said, making it clear that she was on their side. "Both of you need to stop seeing every pureblood as an enemy. Some of them are true fanatics of the Dark Lord, but some are forced into it."
"What about me?" Bellatrix Lestrange walked into the living room just then. On her body was nothing but a very flimsy see-through, thin, black nightgown. She went ahead and sat down beside Narcissa, winking at Ron who couldn't stop looking at her.
"You too," Harry added.
He knew Hermione didn't like Bellatrix. Heck, even he was amused by his liking towards her even after she killed Sirius. But again, she was now carrying his next generation. "She's been helping me gain an advantage over Voldemort."
Hermione didn't like that one bit. "Are we the only ones who have no idea what you've been up to, Harry?"
You're not wrong. He couldn't say that out loud.
"They’re under an Unbreakable Vow, Hermione," he repeated.
"Fine." Hermione straightened her arms and returned to her room.
Harry looked at Ron then. "The more you know the more danger you’re in."
"I understand, Harry." Ron sided with him.
What's wrong with him? Harry felt confused by Ron's behavior. Normally he'd be even more angry than Hermione.
Ignoring Ron, Harry walked over to Bellatrix and whispered close to her ears. "Check if Ron's under the Imperius Curse."
Bellatrix keenly glanced at Ron and strongly nodded. If Harry's doubts were real then dealing with Ron was going to be messy. The only way to get rid of the Imperius Curse was by killing the caster or if the victim fights it off.
"I'll check it."
Harry thanked her and left for the basement to resume his training. Halloween was a few months away, but he only had one chance to kill Voldemort. He didn't want to relax now, only to regret it later.
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Night fell and Harry was still training in the basement. After sweating so much he removed his shirt and kept going. The Elder Wand was efficient and responsive. But it also ate up a lot of magic since the effect of spells cast by it was high.
Panting, his glasses covered in droplets of sweat as much as his hair, he finally chose to rest by one of the walls in the basement. He sat down on the floor, resting his back and just thinking about the future.
"You've been doing this for a whole month?"
Harry looked at the stairs coming down to the basement. Hermione stood near the middle, looking at him with her usual face of worry.
"Slightly more than that," Harry replied.
She stepped down and walked over to him. Clad in her sleeping pajama pants and a loose t-shirt, her hair was still as bushy as ever. "I'm sorry. I was just… annoyed."
"I'm not angry." Harry gestured for her to come and sit beside him. "I'd have felt the same if I were you."
Hermione settled beside him, shoulder to shoulder. Her knees folded up to her chest while she wrapped her arms around them and nestled her chin on them. "The last two years have been wild."
"Too wild," Harry agreed. "And messed up."
Hermione blushed a bit and nodded. Harry took her virginity in that library that night, and for a long time, she hated it. She hoped for her first to be romantic, somewhere beautiful and warm. But she came to accept the incident and move on. Harry wasn't in his right mind at that time.
But it still hurts to see him with other women. The incident with her and Tonks together nearly broke her.
"Do you have any plans for after Hogwarts?" She asked, trying to avoid talking about the upcoming battle.
Harry froze at that question. He simply couldn't imagine anything beyond Halloween day. He couldn't imagine himself looking older or even alive. He had the bloody Horcrux inside his body and the only way to remove it was death.
"I'm considering a future at the Ministry," Hermione said thoughtfully. "There’s so much that needs to change—house-elf rights, equality among wizards regardless of blood status." She then turned her attention to her friend with a knowing smile. "You're brilliant at Quidditch. Have you thought about joining a team? I think you'd become famous and exceptional in no time."
"I won't make it, Hermione."
Hermione stopped talking, her brows creased together and her thin lips squeezed tight. She turned sideways to look at him completely and focused on his face. "W-What do you mean, Harry? I'm sure y—"
"I'm the last Horcrux." He turned towards her too and looked at her face, a torrent of emotions and thoughts running through his mind. He rubbed one hand over his forehead and revealed the curse mark. "He knows."
Silence fell between the two.
They both stared into each other's eyes. Hers brown and Harry's bright green. Despite the lack of bright light, they both noticed the emotional spark. Only their deep breaths were audible—scared, saddened, discomforted.
"I’ve wronged you," Harry broke the silence.
"No." Hermione got on her knees and inched closer to Harry, her hands finding rest on his bare shoulders. "It wasn’t your doing. It was all Voldemort."
"And he’ll die for it." Harry proclaimed, having to look up at her face. He could see her inner turmoil through her eyes. Another long silence fell between them before Harry rose up on his knees. "Don't pity me, Hermione. I… I'm not the Harry you used to know."
"But I see the same Harry," she persisted.
"I'm evil now, Hermione!" Harry declared, gripping both her arms. "The things I’ve done in the past month for victory… You’ll learn about them once I'm gone and you will hate me."
A silent trail of tears slid down Hermione's eyes. "N-No, you won't die, Harry."
"Dumbledore knew it. There's no other way to kill the Horcrux in me," Harry said and closed his eyes to stop himself from feeling too horrible. "It was all decided the night he killed my parents."
"Harry…" Hermione squeezed closer and hugged his chest while bringing her face closer to his, their lips separated by a mere inch. "There has to be a way… You don't deserve this."
Harry's hand, unwillingly, came up and caressed the side of Hermione's face. She had been his close friend, and then a lifesaver. "Sometimes I can't tell if I'm still Harry Potter. I've accepted this end, Hermione."
"But…" She tried to lean in and kiss his lips.
But Harry stopped her, keeping her distant by his grip on her shoulders. "No, you'll regret this."
He gently freed himself from her grasp and rose to his feet. Pulling on his t-shirt, he tucked his wand securely into his belt and turned to leave. "It's late. You should get some sleep. And please, don't tell anyone about this. The entire victory depends on secrecy."
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Time went by fast. Harry made arrangements for the Dursleys to move somewhere safe and the Order of the Phoenix completed their battle preparation.
Three days before Halloween, Harry sent an official challenge to Voldemort in the shape of Rodolphus Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy's dead bodies.
The official word was that they 'escaped' from the Ministry's confinement and died in the battle that ensued. But the Order members knew the truth.
It was a painless death with the killing curse. But their bodies were riddled with wounds from the torture they received during the interrogation.
As expected. Voldemort fumed when he received the bodies. His plan to break them out of Azkaban was now in ruins as nothing was left to break out. His most trusted aid were dead, and his most loyal woman was taken away from him. His only advantage on Harry Potter's mind had been countered. His horcruxes had been found, and he couldn't even locate them all.
"The boy challenges me?!" He raged in front of his leftover Death Eaters. "Harry Potter dares challenge me! Avery! Yaxley! Prepare for the attack, and summon the army!"
"My Lord, this could be a trap," Avery tried to be reasonable. It wasn't their style to respond to provocations.
"Silence!" Voldemort bellowed, looking at the bodies of Lucius and Rodolphus. "The boy has invited us to slay him, and so we shall!”
Nobody wanted to face the Dark Lord's anger.
"I understand, my Lord." Avery stepped back and left to do as commanded.
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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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[A/N: This series is coming to an end. The next chapter will most likely be the last one.]
Comments
Alatoic
Damn, the moment before the battle, will be epic, cant wait. Still hoping Harry get out alive and that also Hermione is pregnant. Will be quite the explanation to give.
Lord Mehmeh
😂
MrPlotThickens
Man you read fast.
Orion Chung
Now Hermione is pregnant
