Disclaimer: If I owned Rowling's characters I would of ended Deathly Hallows very differently(since I do not own them, I resort to writing about them in Fan-Fiction)
GRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
Chapter One
Foolish girl. Snape thought as he watched the bushy haired know-it-all from behind the oak tree he was leaning against. She was in the middle of a muggle-cemetery looking at two specific grave markers. Who are you risking your life to see? They could wait a thousand years and they'd still be buried six feet under, his mind seethed as he watched her from a distance. He could see she had tears pouring down her pink puffy cheeks for quite some time because every so often she would wipe her eyes on the sleeve of her pink overcoat.
"WHY!" She screamed, and caused Snape to jump up and be in alert position until he realized it was Miss Granger who had screamed. He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. What the fuck...Miss Granger? He could see the agony she was so successfully expressing as she fell to her knees in front of the grave stones, crying over the markers.
Why indeed Miss Granger? Why are you out in the middle of the open when you should be with your little band of friends celebrating the loss of your most dreadful professor? He arched a brow as he found his heart-strings were compelled to pull him to comfort her, but he doubted very much he would be the person she would seek comfort from.
"I HATE YOU!" She screamed as she stood up, her face looking up to the skies as dark clouds gloomed overhead. "I HATE YOU. YOU BLOODY MOTHER FUKER!" she raged as she raised her fists in the air and in spite of how pitiful she looked he couldn't help but smirk at the thought she was cursing 'some merciful god'. His ears strained to hear the next part but by some divine link he heard her harsh whisper. "I couldn't stop it from happening. I tried time and again…but nothing I ever did could stop it. I couldn't stop you from dying. It didn't matter how far I tried to go back…it remained the same. I'm so sorry…."
What are you going on about…Miss Granger? Snape's mind couldn't fathom what she was talking about, but he could feel sympathy for her loss. For he lost his only ally: Albus Dumbledore. He watched as she kicked the dirt above the graves and slammed something hard on one of the grave markers as he watched her speed-walk to the gate and run away at full gallop once she reached the threshold.
Where do you think you're going Miss Granger? Have you forgot the risks…you could very well be captured-hell I should be the one that drags you to the feet of our lord! Snape continued to watch her until she no longer appeared in the distant horizon, never stopping to take a breather and he refused to care if her lungs imploded from lack of oxygen. He let out a frustrated breathe as he managed his way to the grave markers the girl had been staring at and his jaw dropped when he saw whose names that were on the markers. Here lies the beloved mother and father of one Gifted child. He snorted and noticed something on the marker, it was a long chain smeared with blood, and dirt…Bloody hell a broken Timer-Turner…so that's what she meant. She tried to change the fate of her parents. She should know better than to challenge Fate!
Hermione kept running, her tears continued blind sight her as she ran, but she didn't quite care at the moment as she was running to exertion. Why should I care? her mind screamed as she kept running even when she met the crowds of street walking muggles. She ran straight past them and once she reached the business district she started to kick off buildings and street lamps when she turned corners. Dumbledore's dead. Mum and Dad are gone forever. Why should I care? Her mind screamed as she kept her pace. Her heart pounding in her chest, the air in her lungs was just barely enough to keep her going, but she still ran. I don't give a rat's ass…fuck Ronald Weasley…and Bloody Harry Potter her mind roared as she soared through the crowds, no one would recognize her anyway. She was running and the crowds of people would only see a glimpse of frizzy auburn hair falling out of her pink hooded jacket, and her black sweat pants were so generic it could be any sort of muggle that was running down the streets of London.
You're all alone…no one will ever come to save you. Her mind reeled in the damaged thoughts of grief as she allowed her heart to pummel in her chest, watched as her breathe became heavy in the air and the rain started to fall. She still continued to run as if her life depended on it and perhaps it did.
Snape shook his head in detest, You think she would of suffered enough seeing them die once. I wonder how many times she had to watch them die before she realized she could do absolutely nothing to change it. Then the rain started to pour, and his wand was out before he could blink and he placed a repelling charm on his able-body and put his hood up and started to walk towards the threshold. I should most likely return to Spinner's End before Worm-tail assumes something is amiss.
Once he past the threshold and crossed the street into the secluded ally, he looked back to the cemetery. Lily… he shook his head as he cast a disillusion charm on himself before he felt the normal discomforting 'pop' and he was gone.
"Have you seen Hermione lately?" Ginny came barging in on Ron and Harry as they were sitting in the Black Library-looking very studious with their noses in several variations of Dark Art books they had found hidden all around 12 Grimwald Place(although Ron had slipped a copy of Quiddich Magazine between the pages of the book he was suppose to be paging through).
"She's arranging her parents new I D thingies, she said she should be back before dinner." chimed Ron, who saw one of his favorite players in the magazine and quickly started to read about the article. Ginny tossed a random book at Ron, knocking out his magazine from the book and causing Ron's ears to turn red.
"I knew you weren't reading that book Ronald Weasley!" Ginny growled as she stormed to his side and took his magazine from him. "If you would of allowed me to help…this wouldn't of happened Harry" she tossed the magazine on Harry's lap before she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Hermione's tears finally came to an abrupt halt as she rounded around another corner and kicked off from a street lamp that had been placed just by the corner's edge. Her heart was still pounding in her chest even as she slowed her pace to a fast jog. She took deeper breaths as she slowed her pace. Her breathing calming her heartbeat gradually as she finally composed herself to be aware of her surroundings and discovered she was in unfamiliar territory.
Oh God…I'm lost. Thought Hermione as she slowed her pace even more until she finally managed to slow it down to a normal paced walk. She could clearly see it appeared to still be somewhere in London, but it was strangely deserted. It wasn't quite dark out and it was just around the time kids would be out and about, yet this place looked empty. Where the bloody hell am I? Her mind cried as she found herself in the middle of an old park with rusted playground equipment and houses that looked relatively renovated around her. There were no for sale signs, nor any other reason why this place would be so…clear of humanity. Strange…I feel like A Stranger from a Strange Land…no…it's more like: GRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND. Her mind corrected her thoughts as she found herself stopping in the middle, looking all around for any sign of life. Where is everyone…I don't even hear wild life…
Severus took one step in his home and a surge of pain thoroughly went straight through his left arm. Fuck me his mind cried as he ran inside and grabbed his Death Eater robes and slipped them over his head. Placing the mask over his face as he ran back outside and he closed his eyes, concentrating on the pain and allowed it to pull him straight up into the gloomy clouds he had tried to avoid.
Ginny sat next to a window close to the front door of the house watching for any sign of Hermione as the skies were growing dark and the rain poured down outside. She sighed as she started to smell her mother's best cooking coming from the kitchen. Come on Hermione, where the fuck are you? She stood up and walked into the kitchen in order to offer her assistance to her mother. And was granted the duty of setting the table which she humbly obliged.
Damn it…it's getting late. Hermione's mind cried in vein as she stumbled around the deserted neighborhood. There is absolutely no sign of life…A shiver went down her spine and her mind had to come up with the ultimate Star Wars cliché over used and meant dire trouble: I have a bad feeling about this…'Oh for fuck sake, calm yourself Granger'…her mind reeled in an all-too familiar Potion's Master voice, she always thought it was weird to find his voice was the voice of reason even after he blatantly killed Albus Dumbledore a month or so ago.
She found herself to be going round in circles even when she found she had made no turns. She knew she had past the rusted decaying park around three times already and her mind was going so mad she finally screamed in outrage. "WHERE THE BLOODY HELL AM I?"
"In trouble…it would seem." said a dark lathery voice from behind her which only forced her instincts in high gear and her wand out and sticking into his abdomen. Her eyes had been stunned to find he was so close to her and she hadn't heard him approach her in the slightest degree. He was wearing what looked like business -attire including a black frock coat that hung over his shoulders like a cape and black boots that hid under his grey suit pants. Oh god…
"I'm afraid praying to a Forgotten Lord will do you no good, child." Her brown doe eyes met aqua steal. She found it was very hard to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat when they had made eye contact. He looks powerful…and intimidating…her mind screamed as she shrank back as his long nose made a point to be in her face as he towered over her like a seven foot tall Professor Snape, although he had a swirl of grey and white hair that was sleeked back into spikes towards the back.
"Who-no-what are you?" she stammered as she had finally found her voice, only to lose it again when he leered down on her as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked like Professor Snape when he was preparing to tell a over-rehearsed lecture and she squished all the other questions she wanted to ask into the back of her mind for another time.
"Who nor What I am is not any of your concern." his voice tingled her ears and caused a weird flush of emotions throughout her body. She found herself biting down on her lower lip as she kept her eyes locked with his. Which only caused his eye brow to arch in a silent taunt and when no response came from her, a slither of a smirk appeared on his slim lips. She impresses me…I'll give her that much. She has quite the amount of gull.
"DINNER'S READY! HARRY, RON, HERMIONE….BOYS!" came Mrs. Weasley's call to the dinner table. And within a few seconds Charlie, Fred, George, Ron, Bill and Arthur had made their way to the table in a herded rush. While Harry followed slowly behind. Once they all obtained their regular seats, Remus Lupin entered the room, looking shaggier than ever but slightly amused as he made his way to the empty seat next to Harry.
"Where's Hermione?" Remus asked and the whole house was in an uproar soon after that. All hell broke loose as the yelling and screaming contests commenced. Harry finding their arguing doing more harm than good ran up stairs, trying to hide his tears as he stormed up stairs. When Ginny tried to follow, Remus put a hand on her shoulder. "I'll go…you stay here and settle down this room."
Voldemort stood the center of attention as Severus stood to his right and Bellatrix stood to his left and Lucius stood straight across from him in the circle where all the followers and then some added additions: Ministry Officials: Umbridge and a few of her cohorts gathered in the background of the gathering.
"As I have gathered you all here today. I have a few announcements to make as the Ministry of Magic seems to agree. All Muggle-born witches and wizards will report to trial for STEALING magic from REAL Witches and Wizards of Pure-Blooded families." The crowds yelled their approval as Voldemort paused. "The Aurors are to find any hiding Muggle-born and turn them in to be sent straight to trial and if they try to run they are sentenced to death immediately." More shouts of praise and some laughter amongst the crowd. "As you know my most Faithful Servant had been framed in the death of Albus Bloody Dumbledore has now been Awarded the position as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Say again? Severus stood straighter than an arrow as Lord Voldemort patted him on the back and the crowds cheered for his greatness. He found himself resisting tears, I am standing in the middle of the open waves on the beach, allowing the water to flow smoothly over the tops of my bare feet… he calmed himself, not really paying much attention to whatever else Voldemort was announcing to the crowds. In the far back of his mind he had wondered how the Ministry of Magic can justify what it is doing, surrendering to the Dark Lord without much of a fight? He shook his head of his thoughts and kept them on the calming waves.
Author's Notation:
Alright here's my second attempt to bring this story to life. I hope you enjoy it. READ & REVIEW!
Much Appreciated,
Lost O'Fallon Girl
