Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter, the pleasure's all JKR's despite my countless wishes and worshipping of Fred and George.
She had escaped. Finally, well at least she had thought she did. Wandering around aimlessly in London lately really had set quite a fix of ideas in her head. Sometimes she wondered why she had stopped, why she quit her old life, why she just let it all go.
Well for starters, as Hermione walked the streets near that big university- Oxford- she began to remember. Something about the tall buildings of the college and the elegant grace the windows had triggered memories she had long forgotten sixteen years ago. She knew very well running in the middle of the night on busy streets wasn't practical, but it's all she could do lately to clear her head.
As her steps pounded the pavement, she thought back to Harry's death, how it had affected her. Oh, the way his eyes had lost their ever so lively glow the second his own spell had hit him. Voldemort and Harry had been at their final duel, and it was clear what was going to happen.
"I told you I'd get you, and now here I am!" Tom sneered at Harry, as he lay on the ground suffering excruciating amounts of pain.
"N-Never.." Harry muttered, trying to get up off of the ground.
"Mommy and Daddy can't save you now, can they Harry? Nor are Dumbledore and Sirius around to help you. In fact, no one is around to help you!"
"That's what you think." Came a voice emerging from the denser side of the forest.
Hermione had stepped out into the middle of what could be a very, very, very bad situation, willing to risk everything.
"Potter, your lover come to save you eh?! My my, how teenager's really are overly obsessed with that subject.."
"Hermione I told you not to be come here! HOW WOULD YOU KNOW VOLDEMORT? IT'S THE ONE THING YOU DIDN'T HAVE!" Harry screamed as his arm winced in pain, for the cut there was bleeding more and more.
Voldemort said to himself "If the boy knew, how wrong he actually is..", raised his wand and at that second so did Harry. Hermione stood at his side to help him just in case, but had a feeling she wasn't going to be of much help. There were spells that Harry knew that despite her immense talent, Hermione would never be able to master. There was just something Harry had that she didn't.
At the same time they screamed the forbidden and inhumane spell, the terrible two words one a witch or wizard would never hope to hear in even their darkest hours.
"Harry—please, I.." she tried to tell him something, something she never had before.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
They had screamed it at the same time. The sparks and such had come flying out of the tips of their wands at the same time. The two stags hit each other and then bounced backward. The expression of the immediate change in events of Harry and Voldemort's faces were not pleasant at all.
"HARRY NO!" Hermione tried to jump in front of him, to keep the spell from hitting him. However, she missed by a fraction of a inch. Voldemort fell backward, Harry screamed and then fell down next to Hermione. Both forms, lifeless.
Hermione shook Harry's shoulder, tears pouring out of her eyes, not even concerned or at all joyed that Voldemort was finally dead. Sure, he was dead, but so was Harry. And losing Harry was not something she wanted to have ever happened.
She picked up his body, struggling with his weight, and apparated to St. Mungo's. She was crying horribly now, and the second she got there with him in her arms she collapsed. Screams erupted, healers flew over and the words of "He's dead. Potter's dead." Rang through out the halls. The crowd was begging and pleading to know the story, in a matter of seconds reporters had showed up.
Hermione just looked at Harry's cold face, one last time before she passed out completely. She never got to tell him. She could have saved him. Had she not tried to just dump it all on him and had just killed Voldemort when she had the chance none of it would have happened. Her eyes closed and her head hit the linoleum.
Tears now danced across her face among beads of sweat as she turned the corner. She had wanted to tell him she loved him. She had wanted Voldemort to have died at Harry's hand and then for there have been celebration after celebration, and possible a moment or two for them together. She had envisioned the embraces, the kisses, the dances, the love, the life she wanted to have had. Ron had left her in the beginning of 7th year, as Voldemort had murdered him mercilessly…and she knew the relationship he had wanted would never happen then after. Harry became her lifeline, they were Head Boy and Girl so she spent so much time with him that it was almost unhealthy.
The streetlights lit her path home. She sprinted the last two miles. Running was something she had picked up when she moved into her flat near the heart of London. People must have thought she was crazy, running the streets constantly. It was the one thing though that took her into a state of mind where nothing could touch her, where she didn't have to think. The memory of Harry hurt her too much now, she had escaped it long long ago. She left the Weasley's with a note saying goodbye, claiming she needed to get away and didn't know if she'd ever return. She told them if she could bear the thoughts she'd contact them, but it'd been sixteen years and she never had. Part of her wanted to, to reconnect with Molly and Ginny and Fred, and of course George, but then the other part of her told her no. It wasn't going to ever help her. Nothing could replace Harry, and if the thought was out of site, the thought was out of mind. She had cut herself off from the wizarding world, she'd taken classes online and had not only gotten a high school diploma with high marks and honors but she'd attended Oxford herself and graduated with a PhD in Computer Science. The muggle's internet was fascinating, she adored it. Instant Messaging became a chapter in her life, the websites, the blogging, all of it. She adored her job, working as a head programmer for Apple. She was 33 though, still hadn't married. Hadn't even dated since she left Hogwarts.
She turned the key in the lock and padded her way across the foyer. Marble, hardwood, and rich plush carpeted floors made up her penthouse apartment, overlooking London. She stripped off her sneakers and made her way to the shower. Of course it was a custom done bath, with Koehler faucets, a whirlpool bath and elegant lighting fixtures. Hermione would have been successful in the wizarding world, but she'd become famous in the muggle one all the more. Her name was on every other headline in the papers…but not as Hermione Granger. She'd changed her name entirely, to Lynn Veglia. It was sophisticated, modern, it worked. No one would ever guess who she used to be, the life she had lived. It had made it so much easier to hide, especially after her parents and last living relatives had passed away. It had killed a piece of her entirely, but she managed to get on with her day to day life and fall in love with Starbucks coffee and busy schedules.
Possibly someone else too, if she could push the Boy Who Lived out of her mind. She had wanted love, so badly now. She hated being alone at night, the cold spot on the left side of her bed, the fact that every holiday she spent alone. Sure she had friends, but none that she saw on a regular basis after work.
Lynn emerged herself into the bubbles, let the tub take over her freshly showered off body. She had a candle lit and an ipod hooked up to some speakers. Imogen Heap silently drifted through the room, as she pulled her hair up. She sat there and let the warm water calm her before she pulled on an Armani bathrobe and went to her bedroom. Deep red walls and silk sheets greeted her, and she let herself fall to sleep. Sleep didn't come easy, but she slipped off into a dream anyways. More or so a nightmare that kept her thrashing about until she awoke the next morning.
She brewed a cup of coffee and pulled on another expensive outfit, Armani of course. Glancing at her Tiffany watch she noticed she was running rather late, fast straightened her hair and dashed out of the flat without downing any food. She tried to make her way through the thick crowds on the street to her corporate building before the clock hit 8 and declared her late. She nearly got hit by a car twice, and just when she looked down at her watch again she bumped into a man so hard that they both fell and her the contents of her Fendi went everywhere.
"Oh sir I'm so sorry!" she apologized as she gathered up her things. He handed her her sunglasses and Sidekick, "Don't worry about it." She noticed the velvet-ness of his voice, the stunningness of his silverish blue eyes once they caught hers. He had her memsmerized. "Thank you.." she said again, but she shook her head to make sure she wasn't dreaming and noticed he was already gone, running down the street to god knows where. His looks were breathtaking, his smile, captivating.
Lynn knew this wasn't one of her average mornings.
Author Note:
I've written other stories but didn't really like them and either deleted em or never went back to writing. This one however I know exactly what I'm going to do with and I know the first chapter doesn't give you much but I kinda had to give more background info to get things started. Please R/R & I'll put up the next chapter ASAP! 3 D