Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing nor is copyright intended.
A/N: you're all probably wondering why I would write a story like this.. it's me as an author exploring the genres. I'm going to write three chapters of this story, after that it is up to you, readers, whether you want me to continue this story or not. the story will be from Rose's point of view. not first person though. this is the prologue. *WARNING* major character deaths just in this prologue alone. if you don't like it, don't read. you have been warned.
Prologue: Once best friends, now enemies
Ron and Hermione Weasley were sitting in their living room waiting for their childhood best friend Harry Potter to show up. They told him they needed to talk, Hermione was nervous. It wasn't going to be a normal talk, it was an intervention. She couldn't help but worry and found herself tapping one foot nervously. Rose was out shopping with her friends and Hugo was with his grandparents. In case things went awry, Hermione did not want them at home. She didn't have time to dwell on her thoughts as their sensors started going off letting them know Harry has arrived. Hermione took a deep breath and Ron shifted in his seat.
There was a knock at the door and Hermione said, "Come in" without getting up from her spot. Ron told Harry they were in the living room. When Harry entered the living room, he had a smile on his face. Ron and Hermione tried smiling but it probably looked like grimaces.
"What's up?" Harry asked, his brows furrowing a little.
"Have a seat." Hermione said, gesturing to the chair in front of them.
Harry sat down, albeit, cautiously.
"Mate, we need to talk about what's been going on lately."
Harry's face hardened a little. Hermione could tell he already knew what they wanted to talk about. He always tensed a little when they talked about this particular subject. "Is something wrong?" Harry asked.
"Well, yeah. 'Mione and I think you're taking your revenge a little too far."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Hermione felt it was her time to step in. "Harry…" she began cautiously, not wanting to startle her best friend too much. "We think you should stop. I mean, it was fine when it was the former Death Eaters, but their children too?"
"We have to snuff out their entire bloodline or they will keep trying to revive Voldemort whether it's now or in the distant future."
Ron flinched at the name. He still wasn't used to hearing it.
"Harry, he's gone. He's not coming back. There's no way they could bring him back. And even if they manage it, he won't be the same." Hermione replied.
"Still. We're not taking any chances."
"Don't you think it's time to stop? We did help you with the old followers, and I admit, we even took some satisfaction in getting rid of them. But this whole snuffing their children out thing, we can't take part in that. We have to think about our children and our careers. What if we were to get caught?"
"We're not going to get caught, Hermione."
"Be that as it may, Ron and I cannot take part in this anymore."
"So what are you saying? You'd rather sit idly by and wait for Voldemort to rise again?"
"No, that's not what we are saying. We are saying that we don't have a vendetta against the former Death Eaters' children. And you shouldn't either. They're just children, Harry."
"That's fine if you don't want anything to do with it anymore. I'm still going to continue, though."
"Mate, we can't remain quiet if you are going to continue. Me and 'Mione will have to turn you in."
"What?" Harry's whole body stiffened. "After everything I've done for you two, you're just going to turn me in? After slaying Voldemort and ridding our future of dark days?!"
"Harry, please!" Hermione pleaded. "We can't just let you kill innocent children and have it on our conscience. We have to do the right thing!"
"Their parents weren't innocent!"
"Yes, we whole heartedly agree but until we have any concrete evidence of the children being the same way, we have to live and let live. We've had our revenge. We're not going to breathe a word of what happened to the old Death Eaters, but like Ron said, we cannot remain quiet if their children start turning up dead. Don't you think it's time to say that Voldemort and his reputation suffered enough? Isn't that why we started this thing, so that Voldemort can get the suffering he deserved?"
"HE DIDN'T SUFFER ENOUGH!" Harry jumped up from his chair. "I wish I made him suffer more before I killed him! All the murders and crimes he committed! Killing my parent's, my godfather, Dumbledore, Dobby and countless others! He will NEVER suffer enough!" Harry's chest was rising and falling rapidly after his rant.
"Mate, we know. He got my brother too, remember?"
"EXACTLY! And you just want to stop now? Why not just kill off the whole Death Eater bloodline?"
"Because it's not up to us to judge if their bloodlines are bad or not. Please don't let this get ugly, Harry. We're your best friends, have been since our Hogwarts days."
"What do you mean 'let this get ugly'?"
"We'll do what's necessary to stop you." Hermione said as she rose up from the sofa she was sitting on, Ron following shortly.
Harry backed up a little and drew his wand from his pocket. "You wouldn't…"
"I'm sorry to say, but we would. You're getting out of line. Let us help you."
"You're making me sound like I'm off my rocker! Just like Fudge made Dumbledore sound like he was mad!"
"Harry, please calm down. We're not making you sound like anything. Can we please discuss this rationally?"
"This discussion is over!" Harry slashed his wand through the air like a knife. Ron threw up a shield just in time to block the attack. Hermione drew her wand and flicked it. Harry dodged the attack just in time. "My own friends!"
"We have no choice" Ron said sadly.
The duel was on. Hexes and spells and even Unforgivables were being thrown back and forth. Sofas, picture frames, vases, and even parts of the walls and floor were destroyed. Hermione had predicted something like this would happen. She was grateful her children weren't here to see this. Ron and Hermione managed to corner Harry.
"Please stop, Harry. We will stop if you stop." Hermione pleaded.
"NO! Not until I feel Voldemort's memory has suffered enough!"
Harry then pulled out something Ron and Hermione hadn't seen since 1998: The Elder Wand. Ron and Hermione exchanged horrified glances and backed up a little. Harry came at them with full force, slashing his wand through the air like a sword. Ron took a hit to the left arm and started bleeding profusely. Hermione was slammed in the chest from a spell she did not know. They found themselves being cornered.
Hermione stepped her advances up, using dark spells and hexes she thought she'd never use in a million years. She felt she had no choice. She could not and would not let Harry win. Because if Harry were to win, that would mean their deaths. Hermione knew each side was battling until their last dying breath, it was in their bloods. Harry couldn't focus on them both at the same time. Hermione took her chance when Harry was focusing on Ron.
"CRUCIO!" she screamed. Harry fell to his knees, holding his head and crying in agony. Tears were falling from Hermione's eyes. How did everything get this bad? Torturing her best friend with an Unforgivable Curse. Harry seemed to be fighting the curse. He slowly stood up. Ron was standing motionlessly still, stunned from the scene happening in front of him. He, too, was wondering how things had gotten so bad.
Harry was quick as a snake as he said, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Ron didn't have a chance to dodge. He turned to Hermione quickly just as the killing curse hit him. He flew back and hit the wall, falling to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
"NOOOOOO!" Hermione screamed and bolted towards her husband's lifeless body. She grabbed him and hugged him to her chest, sobbing loudly. Harry seemed a bit dazed from having to kill one of his best friends. Hermione saw that Harry was dazed and took her chance.
She stood up, pointed her wand and said, "Legilimens!"
Hermione flicked through Harry's memories quickly, finding the ones she wanted to show him. It was Harry's first memory with Ron on the Hogwarts Express. She flicked through more and found another when they fought off a troll to save Hermione.
Harry was holding his head and yelling "Stop!"
Hermione knew Occlumency was his weakest subject. "NO! I want to show you all the memories of our times together! I want you to feel the pain and agony of losing one of your best friends! You killed him like he was no better than a Death Eater! Your very first friend at Hogwarts!" Hermione started sobbing half ways through her sentence. "How could you Harry! After everything we've all been through!"
She kept flicking through the most important memories. Memories of them laughing, smiling, hugging, fighting side by side. The last memory she managed to show him was of Ron asking Harry to be Rose's godfather. "STOPPPPPPP!" Harry screamed and finally managed to block Hermione out of his mind. Hermione brandished her wand and slashed it through the air, making Harry cry out as a gash formed on his chest.
"Fight me, you coward!" Hermione screamed, more tears pouring down her face.
"No…" Harry sad, shaking his head. His own tears started pouring.
"FIGHT ME!" Hermione sent a force strong enough to blow Harry back. He flew back and hit the wall. "If you don't fight me, I'll kill you." Hermione's anger got the best of her. Hate and anger started flowing through her veins, seeping into her brain. She raised her wand over her head in a circle and brought it down on the spot where Harry was.
Harry was too quick though, he got out of the way just in time. A large portion of the spot where he just escaped from was burned and blackened. Hermione slashed her wand again and flames flickered out and engulfed Harry. Harry dissipated the flames and tried to disarm her. Hermione was too quick though and darted to the left.
"Avada Kedavra!" she yelled. A green burst of light shot out of her wand aimed at Harry.
Harry literally had to jump out of the way, landing on his side on the floor. He aimed his wand at Hermione and regretfully said, "Avada Kedavra."
Hermione closed her eyes and mouth, awaiting the curse. She wouldn't have had time to dodge it. The curse hit her in the chest and she flew back and landed on her husband's body. Harry got to his feet and stood in front of their broken lifeless bodies. He let out a yell of agony, pain and misery. He yelled nonstop for at least two minutes. He looked around at the wreckage, thinking of what to do. He didn't want to be blamed for this. He couldn't be blamed if he wanted to carry out his plan.
As he exited the house, he pointed his wand in the air and said, "Morsmordre"
A skull and serpent that hasn't been seen in over two decades formed on top of Ron and Hermione's house.
A/N: As I've already warned, there was going to be major character deaths :( and there's still going to be deaths in the coming chapters because a new war will start.
Next time on Harry Potter and The Darkness Within: Rose comes home to find the Dark Mark above her house. she doesn't know what the Dark Mark is but she knows it's a bad omen. how will she take her parent's death? a will was left behind with a cryptic message from her mother. will Rose figure out what it means? stay tuned readers!
