Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. Just the plot.
EVERYONE...I've made Hermione a down and dirty girl, hope you like...
---PretendTheWorldHasEnded
Prologue: Make Me Believe
Hermione screamed the killing curse at the dementor. She watched and smiled evilly as the man under the mask fell. Laughed darkly as she spoke the words again and again to others.
Then she began to run. She ran through the halls, her flat heels clicking as she went, she stopped when she came upon a mirror. She ignored the script on the top and stared at herself. She looked older; her eyes blood shot, her skin pale and her lips chapped. But it was her mouth that caught her. The purely demonic, purely evil smile that graced her face was totally wrong. The eyes that turned the blackest of blacks as she did it were also wrong. Everything was so wrong. She saw out of the corner of her eye, the man that stood in the corner watching her.
Remus.
His eyes bored into hers, and his mouth was turned down in a frown.
"Hermione…" He whispered stepping towards her, but she shook her head, and then focused back on herself. She touched the lips that smiled so evilly in the mirror, and then the ones on her face.
Something was wrong with her. Feeling this much excitement in killing someone was wrong. She needed to leave. Needed to escape, but how?
Remus knew what she was thinking. "No Hermione don't--," But she cut him off.
"I'm sorry Remus," She said softly. "Good bye!" Then she apparated.
She saw the blinding green light that hit him, heard the killing curse that was hurled at him a second before she was gone.
Nothing would ever be the same.
