A/N: After I type the first 3 or so chapters to this story I swear my other stories will be updated or at least most of them! Well This story is inspired after the book "Night" and the movie "It's a Beautiful day" Both made me cry. I am strongly against racism so this was a movement towards that. Some of the things in this story are true and happened to others. I honestly swear I have researched up a lot these facts through the help of my trusty computer and the lord of all research books! Nooooooooooooooooooow on with the story! But first...

Update: Ok so I'm going to fix the typos and add some more to the story today, hopefully at least, im going to try to fix all the typos in this chapter. Yes, im subjecting myself to more hate by updating this and putting it back up but hey.. people have their opinions. BUT PLEASE, WHILE I KNOW THIS MAY OFFEND, WHICH IS EXTREMLY UN-INTENTIONAL, PLEASE PLEASE BE A LITTLE KIND IN THE PROCESS OF FLAMING. LIKE MAYBE NOT HOPING THAT I GO TO HELL? Thank you. Augustt806.

Summary: Hermione Granger: 16 is a Jewish girl in Holland. Her mother and Father were stolen from her home while she was out and loaded onto a train to Auschwitz, a German concentration camp. While they are gone Hermione is being looked after by her best friend Harry Potter. Almost 4 months after the departure of her parents the rest of the Jewish Community, including herself, are split up between 4 different concentration camps. There, Hermione meets her second love... a certain soldier... Draco Malfoy...

Disclaimer: I own my toothbrush and my stuffed animals... but unfortunately not these characters (

Chapter 1 of Hope had No Tears: Hope

Crowded, that's all that could be said. Flesh to flesh, bone to bone, and sweat to sweat. Children, men, and women all clustered together, faces solemn and grave knowing the upcoming terror that awaited them. I clung close to my friend, his features displaying the haunting despair of a fate that he too, could not escape. His eyes soaked in the last bit of outside life as the train passed by odd landscapes. I closed my eyes willing myself to wake from this horrid new reality.

Minutes later I opened them slowly, meeting those of a small child. She had dark almost black eyes and her long dark hair was parted in two plaits that rested on her shoulders and trailed down her back. She hugged to her poorly dressed body a small dirty looking doll. I wondered momentarily if the child had dressed herself, for the cloth itself was matching no better than a fish does to the sky. I glanced at what I was assuming to be her parents, and quickly deducted that her poorly matched outfit was not done so by her own will.

The little girls lip quivered slightly as she clung tighter to the doll, the ragged toy must had been the only thing left of home to her.

She noticed my stare and met my gaze with a small, sweet, but sad smile. My eyes brimmed with hot tears, and as I could not hold her gaze any longer, I turned my back to her. My eyes met the only tie I had to home, and grasped his arm tightly. Sobs shook my body and as a result his shoulder soon became salty-wet. He patted my back trying, in vain, to stop my useless waterworks.

"Hermione", his voice spoke softly, "Hermione now is not the time for fear. Cry your eyes until you go blind, but it does nothing to help. Though, if it consoles you to do so, then by all means cry a river. But Hermione, look at me, I need your strength as you need mine." He stared down at me with his brotherly gaze. I wiped my eyes and nodded bravely, taking a shuddering breath. I vowed then never to cry again, for him alone I would stand brave.

"Harry, you won't leave me will you? You won't leave me with those soldiers? I will protect you to the best of my abilities. Now all I ask, is will you protect me as well?" I knew I asked a dangerous question. If he did not answer I would understand, but the silence would be unbearable. But if he did answer, and it was a yes, then we would both be condemned to death. He, I, or both of us would die. We'd heard the rumors. These camps were run by the devils themselves. I knew it. He knew it. Every damned human of Jewish faith in the area knew it.

I didn't dare look at his face; my eyes were intent on what little scenery I could see between the cracked wooden boards. He squeezed my shoulder and said reassuringly:

"I will not desert you."

My heart squeezed. Harry, I loved him so! He was not my real brother but our souls were of siblings. He had always been my protector, my eyes, and my ears he was my everything. At one point my love for him was less brotherly, but looking back on it now, I was young. Once, I remember fondly he had beat up two other boys because of a silly doll they had stolen from me. I would of laughed out loud at the memory had we not been on my way to the metaphoric gallows.

I looked up gratefully into those emerald orbs, were there any other eyes such as his in this world? They were so perfect and warm. No, his eyes were the seventh wonder of the world.

My mind turned back to its surroundings. I gazed around quickly catching a glimpse of the little girl whom still had her dark eyes on me. I returned her long ago smile and she spoke softly to me, "You have lovely brown eyes, miss" her accent was heavy and I noticed she was polish. I blushed slightly at her compliment and nodded to her doll.

"Does she have a name?"

The train jerked as it started to slow down. My heart broke as at the same time my stomach lurched. The little girl didn't answer my question. She was looking through the gaps in our boxcar cell. I followed her example and saw that we were slowly arriving at our destination, slowly but not slow enough. Harry gripped my hand, trembling. Surprisingly I myself was neither trembling nor quivering. I wasn't a brave person so this was quite a novelty.

The train suddenly came to a halting stop, jerking all its contents around, including its human passengers. I heard soldiers barking out orders in German, faintly I heard Harry asking me what they were saying.

"I'm not listening." I hadn't wanted to know what the enemy was shouting.

My eyes darted all over the cart landing on each pale and scared face. Would I ever see these people again? One man around my age was tall and had an amazing head of red hair. I forced myself to remember each face, just in case I saw them in the future, if indeed a future did await us. I bit my lip as my nose wrinkled in disgust. A foul smell reached my unfortunate nostrils and I wondered faintly what it was, but sub-consciously I knew the answer would not be pleasant.

The cart shook as the sliding door was thrust open. I looked warily at the soldier and was surprised to see that he was quite handsome. Grey/silver eyes accented his features and a full head of light blonde hair sat under a German-Nazi hat. He gave us rules, which only I could understand and soon after he left we all started to file out. The crowded cart slowly emptied. Fear that I had been hiding suddenly surfaced and I couldn't get my feet to budge. Harry gave me a small shove and a sympathetic look as he passed me to get out first. He jumped down and turned to me lightly lifting me out of the cart. He set me down gently alongside the other prisoners.

I saw in front of me four lines of hundreds, maybe even thousands, of defenseless souls.

One line was made up of all men and headed to the left. The other consisted of only women and led to the right. The third had only small children the oldest seemed to be 14, they were faced forward towards the nearest building. I saw in their dirty little faces a fear of being separated from their parents and families. The last line was a mix of old men and woman along with the sickly. Were they going to the hospital wing? No. Why would the Germans waste their time on saving any of the sick?

My mind whirled with countless questions and theories.

I glanced back at the little girl as Harry pushed me forward. Quickly, as if on impulse, she dashed up to me and grasped my hand, squeezing it softly. She stared up at me with her glowing depths; shall I ever forget such eyes even beyond my grave? The doll was snugly situated under her free arm. Her small faint and scared voice echoed the answer to my previous question.

"Hope." The dolls name.

A/N: Finite Chapter One. Re-edited