HP X LOTM : Please Call Me Mr. Error.

On the other end, Hermione was struggling.

While most of the Beyonders were doing their best to keep each other safe from the assaulting Feindfyre and the Death Eaters, Hermione being the weakest of them all had to deal with the Beyodners that had lost control.

Most of them had started attacking any random thing in front of them to deal with the terrifying feeling of anger erupting in their currently single-celled brains.

Their eyes, how many ever they had growing out of their bulbous bodies all turned around frantically trying to find a different target so that they could go ham on it.

Hermione's eyes hovered over Loki and Voldemort.

And almost instantly she felt her hands tremble as she felt her nerves draw taught.

Voldemort's presence on the battlefield wasn't just something everyone felt and ignored. Hermione could see that the closer people were standing to him the more they were feeling a constant sense of subordination.

And if she was able to feel Voldemort's strong presence from this far and it was making her feel afraid, Hermione wasn't sure how Loki was even able to stand straight in front of Voldemort.

Her eyes especially widened when she saw just how crazily and narrowly Loki was dodging Voldemort's spells while retaliating with his own spells that Voldemort was either forced to dodge or defend against.

'He's not going to die is he?' Hermione thought with a heavy sadness.

Just as the thought rose up in Hermione's head she quickly tried to push it away from her mind.

Except the mind didn't work like that.

The more Hermione tried to force the thought away from her head, the more a dark and dreary feeling grew inside her chest.

Especially when a certain strange thought arose in her mind.

'If our destinies are being controlled…then does it mean that to help Harry firm his motivation against you-know-who someone will sacrifice themselves here?'

In any other scenario, Loki would've clapped and given Hermione a standing ovation for being so perceptive about Dumbledore's plans.

But if he'd heard her thoughts right now and realised that she was trying to jinx his survival he'd rather have beaten her up a little. Even her place in his heart that rivalled Elane's wouldn't have saved her.

Hermione then looked at Harry who was running through the groups of death eaters, doing much of exactly what she was doing but for himself instead of Daphne.

She watched as Harry rushed around, dodging several spells and Beyonder abilities as he disabled the Death Eaters by using a knife that she recognised was the one Dumbledore had given to Harry as a gift for doing well in the second task.

'Did 'He' know about this happening?'

'Is all of this 'His' plan?'

'...but then…did 'He' want you-know-who to come back?'

Hermione's hands shook as she thought of all these things as her fear started to grow. She couldn't comprehend the games of all these high-level existences around her.

She felt like a washed-up fisherman's boat facing an unbreakable storm as it was being continuously ravaged by towering waves and predatory sprays of spells while having to keep the boat upright.

Eventually, however, Hermione tightened the grip on her wand as she remembered Loki's words to her at the start of the year.

'In this world where terrors roam among humans, the only way to survive and keep everyone close to you safe is by becoming a terror yourself.'

Hermione did not know what went on in the minds of these High-level existences, but instead of cowering in fear as she had been until now, she firmed her resolve to do what she could do right now.

And the only thing she could do was focus on digesting her potion to grow stronger.

Looking at the monstrosities in front of her Hermione flicked her wand and transformed the ground made out of thick concrete and stone into sharp spikes that pierced through the out-of-control monsters and held them in place.

If they were simple monsters this would've worked fine, but the troubling part was that they were Beyonders that had lost control.

As soon as Hermione made an effort to attack them, the monsters locked their many eyes onto her and all used their special abilities.

One sent several fireballs towards her while another attempted to beat her with a giant whip of thorns. Hermione didn't know to which pathway the ability belonged to but she knew enough to know that getting hit by it would be terrible.

As Hermione was getting more and more pressured, she began to use her Beyonder abilities by disguising them as some sort of spell by simply flicking her wand.

A thin fog started to gather in the area as Hermione used its cover to rush around the monsters and either freeze them for just long enough that she could cut them with the diffindo charm or set them on fire with scarlet flames, all abilities from her Sequence 8 Trickmaster Beyonder ability.

And sticking true to her recent resolve, Hermione didn't forget to use this opportunity to act to digest her potion.

Her combat style slowly shifted from being plain and simple stabs and defences to a tricky dance of perception and focus.

Her combat started to revolve around emerging in a random place in the fog as if she was teleporting around the Beyonders that had lost control before casting a carefully planned spell that seemed random and vanishing again.

Under the cover of the fog, Hermione used her mystical doors to further confuse the monsters by moving through the spirit world to move around in completely unpredictable ways in the real world.

She didn't do it regularly and wasted her spirituality, but used it just as the out-of-control monsters began to catch onto her movement patterns and cornered her by working together to surround her.

Still, progress on her front was slow. Simply because of the overwhelming number of attacks she had to constantly dodge and thread through.

A large hand tore through the fog as it tried descending onto her and pinning her to the ground where a few flaming hot fireballs and the whip of thorns were going to land at.

Hermione dodged the hand, only to be met with a monster whose face was a mirror.

As soon as Hermione saw herself in the mirror she suddenly started to feel petrified, her body started to freeze over slowly as she felt herself lose control of her body.

So she was forced to momentarily escape into the spirit world using a door so that whatever the mirror was doing would be delayed or broken.

Arriving at another spot in the foggy area, Hermione flicked her wand and cast a silent Bombarda Maxima towards the last location of the mirror and waited by being painfully still for a few seconds until she finally heard the Crack, Shatter and Screech of the creature that was attached to the mirror.

'I don't know if it died…'

'I hope it did.'

'This is getting ridiculous…'

'Should I ask Daph to send someone to support me?'

Hermione gazed at the fiery dragon and then at the struggling Beyonders who were doing their best to keep the giant creature boxed in and then shook her head.

'Not possible for now I guess…'

'...and this is good for me…'

'...at least my potion's digesting quickly.'

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