Pushing farther into the depths of the ministry the first wave stood against Dumbledore himself, sided by Harry. His posture full of confidence, but his eyes full of fear. "wait!" came the raven haired witch, who held her arm up to stop her army from progressing to kill everyone. "your army is falling week Albus. Are you sure you don't want to surrender before it's too late?" The old man stood quietly for a moment. "Unlike you to offer second chances Bellatrix. though, I am afraid I cannot take your offer". Bellatrix pulled a pouting face.  "you really do break my heart Headmaster". she cackled, causing others in the crowd to start laughing quietly among themselves. "he has to die". Came Hermione's voice, she stood forward, next to Bellatrix. "Hermione!" The boy exclaimed with sorrow and relief. "you're still alive!" Hermione scoffed loudly. "of course I am you idiot! what? Did you think they were just going to rear me to be killed like a pig to slaughter? You want to know who's being reared to the slaughterhouse, look no further then your left." the chosen one looked at the old man, confusion painted across his face. Not giving himself a chance to understand the words she spoke, he stubbornly snapped his head back to the young witch. "We can help you?" this made Bellatrix chuckle quietly. As if her hidden treasure needed help. She had spread her wings and become a similar beautiful monster to her and her own blood. "again? really?! What are you wanting o do, bring me back to whats left of that awful school and make me your own personal Sherlock Holmes. Working at stupid puzzles endlessly with no credit or resect for my own welfare. Nice try. I cracked the puzzle "Watson', and this is the end of your story". 