Hey guys!
I'm super-duper new to writing fanfictions but love writing and am a huge reader of all kinds of fanfiction. So, please review, like and follow my story, because I'm about to take you on an adventure!
Just a quick warning – this is a dark Hermione story. It involves violence, bad language and I may add some sexual content later in the story, so please be prepared and don't flame me. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
Prologue
I've always been different. My mother called it my 'special little superpower'. I could make my water turn into juice, and make the cookies fly into my hand. But my mum was wrong. I'm no hero. Because heroes don't cause pain and suffering. Heroes are supposed to save the world and at the end of the day, they always come back home to their families. But not me. I killed my parents. I'm the reason they died. And I'll never forgive myself. Because it was all my fault my parents left the house that fateful day. I'm the reason they got in that car and drove along that road. And I'll forever regret that.
My innocence turned into rage. My fear into anger. And I vowed that I would never be weak and powerless like that ever again. I owed it to my dad. My sweet, sweet dad, who made the worst jokes and always held my hand when I was scared. And to my mum. My beautiful, carefree mother, who made me cookies shaped like hearts and could always make me smile when I was sad.
But I won't let my emotions overcome me. Because now that I know the truth nothing can stop me. Because I'm a witch, and witches can do anything.