hi! well, as you probably have figured out by now i don't usually do harry potter fics, but i gotta start somewhere. i have been a potter fanatic since 4th grade and i am junior now. i don't know why i didn't get into potter fics until recently, but i think it was because the only ones i had read were HP/HG or HG/RW and they were so perdictable. then i read a DM/HG and i fell in love...i have been completely obsessed lately. the only thing is the bookHBP kinda ruined any chance i had of making my own HP fic. Then i decided that people would probably be able to live with out me giving away any spoilers. so lets just preted that book 6 hasn't happened yet, okely dokely? and for those with suggestions or comments please either email me or review! alrighty then lets get on with the bloody show!
DISCLAIMER: i do not own harry potter...or any of the characters in this fic...although i do so wish i owned mr. draco malfoy
Chapter 1
"Calm yourselves! There have been wars before us, and there will be wars to follow." The soothing voice of the most respected wizard miraculously quieted the din of the room. A hush spread like the plague. Tears somehow ceased to fall. Hands, shaking hands, loss the resolve to comfort their fellow classmates. Eyes lifted expectantly, as if to ask a sorrowful question. Will we survive this? It was a silent inquiry, but the answer was more powerful than thought possible for a man to whom looked so fragile. "My young warriors, have you no faith? Your parents, your teachers, have protected you thus far, and yet you cannot give us a moments time to prove ourselves capable once more? Voldemort..." Dumbledore paused to let his students exhale the breath of air that they habitually sucked in at the awful name. "Has risen, but the war has just begun, and he will not win. I will not allow it!" An echo sounded in the hall, and with their headmaster's confidence, the children broke out in an enthusiastic applause.
"How the bloody hell does he do that?" An extremely nervous Ron asked to no one in particular.
"I don't know." Harry answered in awe. He couldn't help but appreciate the feeling of relief that had suddenly crept up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. It had been a total of twenty-seven minutes since the ministry had declared war. They had done so in such an aggravating way that Harry himself had gone into fits of tears and screeches. A picture of dead bodies scattered across a street had been posted on the front page. The news was out that a horde of wizards had been murdered and by using the sad fact they had prostrated their lifelessphotosacross the wizard world as a declaration. A symbol of the what would come now that an evil had infiltrated their precious, ideal little bubble. It made him sick that they could be so emotionless over death, not just the death of one, but of dozens. "Thankfully we still have Dumbledore though. Hermione? You okay? You're kind of quiet."
"What do you want me to say?" Her voice wavered in strength. Frustrated to no end the knowledgeable girl stood up quickly, afraid of showing her greatest weakness. A weakness that she had gone several years of not being tied down to. The simple truth that she was in fact a girl. A hopelessly pathetic female on the verge of hopelessly pathetic tears.
"Miss Granger?" Heads turned like ocean waves to stare at the fleeing figure. "Where is it that you are going?"
Hermione stopped in her tracks and turned slightly. Trying her hardest to smile. "Ladies room calls to me."
"Ah, of course. But if you wouldn't mind telling the ladies' room that you are about to hear the most important news imaginable, I would be very grateful."
"I'll do that." Shaking in embarrassment Hermione sat down instantaneously at the closest table. Sadly for her it had been the Slytherin table, and worse yet, she had sat in between two very large boys. One went by the name of Goyle, while the other stuck to the title Crabbe.
"Lost are we?" Malfoy, who sat across the table, asked the Gryffindor with a sneer of pure hatred.
"Speak for yourself. You might be lost, but I know exactly where I am." She replied uninterested.
"As if I would speak for you? I don't even know your bloody language." He was completely agitated by her blatant act of ignoring him.
"Touché Malfoy."
Armed and ready with his next comeback, Draco was cut off by Dumbledore speaking up again. "Lucky bitch." He mumbled under his breath.
"Now, as I speak, withhold your groans of boredom. For what I am about to say, and I mean everything I am about to say, is detrimental to your future. All right then." Breaking away with a sigh he hesitantly continued. "Fifty years ago, give or take, the muggles of this world went through a tragic time. It was not only a time of war, but a time of separation between everyone. Although, it was not their first world war it was more memorable than the prior. Now I know most of us consider muggles inferior to ourselves. And I am sure in a lot of ways they are, but in their time of need and struggle they always pull through and come out stronger. In this very country a hell broke loose. Nothing was safe. The children, the future, of this country were sent away in a hasty escape. And as it would seem cowardice, it was truly brilliant. They were packed up in trains and sent to the country side, there they hid until the war had passed. The wizard community has decided that this is our only option." A roar of controversy sounded out.
"What?" Hermione breathed. She had heard stories, horrific stories of those children who had so smartly ran. How some had never found there ways back home, or had been separated from their brothers and sisters. Dumbledore couldn't possibly be serious.
"I always knew he was mad." Muttered a distempered Malfoy. "He must be joking."
"He only jokes with Harry." The girl retorted in all seriousness. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her. "What?" She asked. "It's true. I'm not lying."
"I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have to. Your eyes said it all."
"If you stop gazing into them then they might stop speaking to you."
"Oh come off it."
"No, perhaps later though."
"Hardy har har."
"Quite a laugh you got there Granger. Don't let Madam Pomfrey hear it, she'll think your dying of some ghastly disease."
"Great. And since you originally found it, I could name it after you. The Malfoy syndrome. It's a contagious mental disease, horrific and ghastly, from what I hear, and deathly too."
"Tell me do mudbloods always have such a fantastic sense of humor or is it just you?"
"I'm really not in the mood Malfoy."
"Could have fooled me. That was the best foreplay I have ever had the pleasure of enduring."
"Haven't been around as much as you brag then?"
"Actually, the truth is I usually skip the petty intro and get on with the encore." Malfoy smirked at the now blushing Hermione.
"Shut it, he's about to talk."
"Subtle way to change the subject."
"I said shut it."
"you shut it first then."
"Why don't you."
"I can't."
"Why the hell not?"
"I somehow forgot what we were shutting again."
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Quiet down once more please. This is probably shocking, I know. And most of you won't even know how to properly deal with this information until the day you are sitting on the train. Most of you will be split up. We are having to hide you in Muggle homes, because we all know that Voldemort would find every last one of you if you resided in the wizard community. These people are aware fully of what you are. They are relatives, or friends of someone from our world. And are ready to take on the responsibility of hiding you. I understand those of you who would rather stay and fight, stand up for what you believe in. Whatever that be." Taking another pause Dumbledore took the time to glance from Harry to Draco, making both shift uncomfortably in their seats. "But you must remain safe. This war will be an ugly one, and it is quite plausible that many lives will be lost. And our world cannot afford to lose precious lives such as your own."
"I don't...I don't..." Hermione's wall shattered as her voice cracked in naked despair.
"...understand." Malfoy finished for her.
"The size of the groups moved together depends on the space that these generous people can offer. To a certain extent we will allow people to choose the peers they desire to live with. After the initial pairing occurs, bags will be packed, andhomeswill be found. The dinner you are about to enjoy will be the last you all share under the protection of Hogwarts, so I dare say make it a memorable one."
"Hermione!" Ron's voice was easily recognized and the Gryffindor girl began to stand in compliance.
"What are you their bitch?" Inquired Malfoy angrily. "If they tell you to speak do you?"
"Burn Draco Malfoy, you slimy ferret of a man. Just burn." With that she fully stood and left a glare in her wake. Behind her, curly, unmanageable hair trailed effortlessly. She walked with her chin held high, almost in a snotty demeanor, but purely a confident one. Her robes flowed behind her as she moved, and tucked easily under her when she sat.
"This is just too weird. Buggers. I can't even believe it. I can't feel it." Hermione admitted aloud.
"Ditto." The boys sighed. The three looked up at each other and something told them that everything was going to be just fine. "We will still be together. That's always a plus."
For an hour or so, table conversed, not limiting themselves to their own houses, but reaching out to those in others. Saying silent goodbyes, and understood apologies. Packs were made, bonds were broken. Their world was being torn apart, and they couldn't do anything about it. Girls cried, they didn't shed tears, they wept. Some boys decided to sit in solitude, not even bothering to say farewell. When the time finally came where there was no other choice but to head up to their rooms, hesitance was practically required.
The golden trio stood together and began their journey when their names were called by their headmaster. They were not alone. Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy were also designated to approach the teachers table.
"What I am about to tell you is not a matter that will be discussed. Are we understood?" Nodding followed his command. "We do not mean to be so judgmental. Perhaps that is not the word. We do not mean to assume the worst of you before you even have the chance to act, but we must do something before assumptions become fact. We know that each of you are planning on remaining together in your little groups, but that will not be happening. We are severely afraid that choices will be made immaturely. Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Countless times you have disobeyed obvious rules to do what you consider right. And yes, most of the time everything worked out, but in this case we cannot take that chance. You are all three to be separated. The same goes for you three also. We do not want temptations to reach you Mr. Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe. This is final. We have threehousesthat are prepared for the worst. And the worst is you. Goyle you are to be with Harry. Crabbe you are to be with Ron, and Herm-"
"Sir! No. No. No. No!" Hermione stomped her feet. "You cannot put me with him!"
"Yes, I know it would be more suitable if you were with one of the other two boys, but I am afraid if I put Draco with Mr. Potter or Ron they will kill each other. Therefore defeating the whole idea of sending you away. You are the only one I trust to control your dislikes. I will answer no further questions. This is for you own safety. Please began your way back to your common rooms. Be packed by the morning if you will. Goodnight then."
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