Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter
Save the Dark Future (continuation from the story "Save the Future" by Princess Marauder)
Chapter 1: Uninvited Traveler
It was odd to see an ordinary looking young lady walk through the forest in the middle of the night. She was dressed in normal clothes; However this was no ordinary young lady. For she had a wand lighted at the tip. The light illuminated on a beautiful young lady with curly brown long hair. Her name was Hermione Granger. Her form was no longer uneasy or nervous like when she had attended school. She carried herself with pride and elegance. She was one of smartest witches in the world and she intended to remain that way. She reached her destination and looked around.
Hermione sighed as she turned her time turner. It glowed blue light and sparkled. Light shone thru and everything around her blurred and moved at a dizzying speed.
A smile touched her lips and quickly became a giggle as she remembered all the fun she had visiting the old Order of Phoenix, the first order of Phoenix, A secret society Dumbledore had formed to fight the darkest wizard the world had ever known, Voldemort.
Her favorite new friend had been Sirius Black, a joker, childish prankster with good looks. Hermione could not deny the appeal and perhaps if he had met him before Ron he might have fallen for him. She blushed a little at the thought and remembered Ron, her fiance; so she pushed that kind of thought out of her mind.
The blurring flashes slow downed until they stopped at a peaceful setting in the forest or at least it was supposed be, but what remained here was charcoal remains of trees burned all around her. Fog chilled the dark forest and as she looked around she became less uncertain of where she was. It was dark but she could've sworn she had turned her time turner to return her at the same time she had left. Which had been a cool day in the forest behind her new home.
Well Ron's and her new home to be exact. Harry had bought it for them as a wedding present but Ron had absolutely refused and demanded to pay Harry for the house little by little. Since Ron could not be persuaded Harry had finally agreed. Hermione had only lived here a few months together with Ron. She had set the date for July 1st since she wanted a summer wedding.
Perhaps she was later than she had expected. These burned trees could be one of the twin's joke gone awry or most likely, Ron's temper, either way the responsible person was going to get a scolding of a lifetime. As she neared the house and thought of insults she could say to the tree-burners, the fog thinned and she finally saw the view of her house and downhill into the nearest town. She could not believe her eyes. Her two story house with garden was nothing more now then rubble and burned logs. Everything on it was pitch dark. As she looked downhill, the rest of town had fared no better and there was still smoke coming from houses down below.
"Ron..." was her first thought and as she rushed to the house all she could think was 'please be ok' The whole frame of the house was scattered and scorched logs at odd angles. There was no door, just ashes. "R-Ro-n" she heard herself whimper. Her eyes now swelling with tears. "Ron!" she half screamed. The smell of burnt wood and materials overwhelmed her senses and had to cover her nose and rub her eyes. "Ron!...answer me!" she let out with fear overtaking her. She raised her wand. "Lumos!"
She was in her old living room but only the burnt metal skeleton of furniture stood there. No wall was left standing and the second story had collapsed on half of the house, but the rest toppled over to the side. She ran around the outside the house shouting Ron's name but no sound came. Out of breath she collapsed on her knees and wept like she never had before. "Please be ok" she kept whispering to herself.
"...Terrible things happen to wizards who are seen changing the past..." The words rang in her mind. a bell.
Hermione was awoken by screams in the distance. She looked around and brushed her hair off her face. She had cried herself to sleep in the burnt grass. The tears had dried in her face. Another scream echoed and she finally understood where it had come from. The muggle town downhill. She had no broom and she hated flying so without giving it a second thought of her looks she aparated to the chaos downhill.
The feeling of the world shrinking in a whirlpool and reappearing somewhere else had become second nature to Hermione. She knew better than to apparate near a muggle town but this was an emergency. The screams of terror pierced her ears and she jumped back wand at the ready. The last war-ridden years had hone Hermione's good reflexes. She could conjure stunning spells easily, she was not a killer after all.
All houses were wrecked in some way as if a tornado had suddenly surfaced on top of this town. Cars and electricity posts scattered and burned. Two houses near were covered in flames. She ran down the corner to the street and found the source of the screaming.
A woman suspended in the air by one of her legs, her robe was torn and droplets of blood flowed down as she screamed at her captors. Two hooded wizards stood with pointed wands above their heads and laughing with no remorse of the pleas of the woman.
Rage surfaced on Hermione's face when she saw the mark on the back of the dark mark. A skull devouring a snake in fluorescent green light. It glowed and moved in the fabric. Deatheaters.
"I'll throw her in the air and you kill her this time!" the hooded deatheater holding the woman yelled. Hermione had no time to stop and think. She shot a stunning spell at the wizard holding the woman in the air and ran forward. The deatheaters body was thrown back in a back flip gone wrong. A green light flashed near the falling girl.
"Damn I thought you were going to throw her not drop her!" exclaimed the standing hooded figure in rage.
The woman's body fell fast then landed softly as if caught in a cushion.
"What in the..." he had no to time to finish as another stunning spell flashed at his face and landed him ten feet away.
Hermione ran to the woman and knelt down to check her. Her leg was broken as well as her right arm. Her robe was slashed across in the front and back and blood ran freely. Her face and hair were hidden in a mask.
"rememdium vulnus" Hermione whispered. The long gash across the woman's shoulder and chest closed. Hermione reached inside her small bag, which had a space-enhancing charm and found the chest of medicines and potions she now kept with her all times because of the war. She removed the mask. The woman was unconscious and had bruises in her cheeks. A long scar across her face that seemed to have been made by dark magic was covered in her once beautiful blonde silvery hair, which now seemed to be a mess.
"Suscitatio" said Hermione and the woman awoke with shocked yellow eyes. Immediately she started to choke on her own blood and Hermione turned her over. Once the blonde woman spat and coughed all the blood out of her lungs. Hermione put the replenishing blood potion near the woman's mouth. She gave her the potion and anesthetic potion to dull the pain. Moved down to her leg and begin to work on her wounds. Hermione was not as good as Madam Pomfrey but she had studied magical healing to some extent after the war.
"restituo" Hermione pointed her wand to the blonde silver head woman's leg. Bones shattered and rearranged themselves inside the body. She did the same for the woman's arm. The woman was around her age. Her expression dazed and half awake. She knew she could not get anything out of her at the moment. She had to take her to Saint Mungo's as soon as possible. Hermione wasn't a certified healer but she had healed as much as she could. Also a report had to filed with the ministry on this Deatheater attack.
-Where were the aurors though?- Hermione thought. Surely this attack had not gone unnoticed by the Ministry. Somehow they always knew where magic was not supposed to be done. This was a muggle town after all.
A spell flashed near her and her time turner exploding in sparks. Hermione barely had time to turn her face.
"So it was you" A voice said behind her. Hermione had lowered her guard to heal the woman and had paid no mind to the deatheaters. The Deathearter getting up was a man Hermione thought he looked familiar. He had broad shoulders and a square head with a broken wide nose. "Goyle!" -The other deatheater must be Crabbe since they are never separated-
"Goyle? private Goyle for you! Mudblood-lover! How dare you raise your wand to the Mighty Slytherin Legion!" He spat in rage.
"Slytherin Legion..."
She had no time to ask about it as Goyle shot a spell at her. "Bombarda!"
-fool must not know how to do silent spells- -Declino- Hermione thought. The spell deflected away from Hermione and caught an unsuspecting Crabbe. Smoke and blast engulfed him. "Crabbe!" Goyle turned to look at him.
Crabbe was Goyle's perhaps only friend in life, but Hermione didn't care. She was enraged at being called a mudblood. Perhaps this girl was like her and had been attacked If that was the case...
"I'll show you how us mudbloods deal with mudblood haters! Bombarda Major!" Hermione yelled in anger.
"Contengo! " Goyle tried to block the spell but the blast of the spell was too massive and it engulfed him. Everything around was smoke and fire.
She didn't stay to see the spell hit, she grabbed hold on the dazed blonde silver hair woman and apparated towards the Burrow. The one place Hermione knew would be the safest in the whole world. She hoped answers to all her questions resided there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Save the Dark Future
Chapter 1: Uninvited traveler
It was odd to see an ordinary looking young lady walk through the forest in the middle of the night. She was dressed in normal clothes; However this was no ordinary young lady. For she had a wand lighted at the tip. The light illuminated on a beautiful young lady with curly brown long hair. Her name was Hermione Granger. Her form was no longer uneasy or nervous like when she had attended school. She carried herself with pride and elegance. She was one of smartest witches in the world and she intended to remain that way. She reached her destination and looked around.
Hermione sighed as she turned her time turner. It glowed blue light and sparkled. Light shone thru and everything around her blurred and moved at a dizzying speed.
A smile touched her lips and quickly became a giggle as she remembered all the fun she had visiting the old Order of Phoenix, the first order of Phoenix, A secret society Dumbledore had formed to fight the darkest wizard the world had ever known, Voldemort.
Her favorite new friend had been Sirius Black, a joker, childish prankster with good looks. Hermione could not deny the appeal and perhaps if he had met him before Ron he might have fallen for him. She blushed a little at the thought and remembered Ron, her fiance; so she pushed that kind of thought out of her mind.
The blurring flashes slow downed until they stopped at a peaceful setting in the forest or at least it was supposed be, but what remained here was charcoal remains of trees burned all around her. Fog chilled the dark forest and as she looked around she became less uncertain of where she was. It was dark but she could've sworn she had turned her time turner to return her at the same time she had left. Which had been a cool day in the forest behind her new home.
Well Ron's and her new home to be exact. Harry had bought it for them as a wedding present but Ron had absolutely refused and demanded to pay Harry for the house little by little. Since Ron could not be persuaded Harry had finally agreed. Hermione had only lived here a few months together with Ron. She had set the date for July 1st since she wanted a summer wedding.
Perhaps she was later than she had expected. These burned trees could be one of the twin's joke gone awry or most likely, Ron's temper, either way the responsible person was going to get a scolding of a lifetime. As she neared the house and thought of insults she could say to the tree-burners, the fog thinned and she finally saw the view of her house and downhill into the nearest town. She could not believe her eyes. Her two story house with garden was nothing more now then rubble and burned logs. Everything on it was pitch dark. As she looked downhill, the rest of town had fared no better and there was still smoke coming from houses down below.
"Ron..." was her first thought and as she rushed to the house all she could think was 'please be ok' The whole frame of the house was scattered and scorched logs at odd angles. There was no door, just ashes. "R-Ro-n" she heard herself whimper. Her eyes now swelling with tears. "Ron!" she half screamed. The smell of burnt wood and materials overwhelmed her senses and had to cover her nose and rub her eyes. "Ron!...answer me!" she let out with fear overtaking her. She raised her wand. "Lumos!"
She was in her old living room but only the burnt metal skeleton of furniture stood there. No wall was left standing and the second story had collapsed on half of the house, but the rest toppled over to the side. She ran around the outside the house shouting Ron's name but no sound came. Out of breath she collapsed on her knees and wept like she never had before. "Please be ok" she kept whispering to herself.
"...Terrible things happen to wizards who are seen changing the past..." The words rang in her mind. a bell.
Hermione was awoken by screams in the distance. She looked around and brushed her hair off her face. She had cried herself to sleep in the burnt grass. The tears had dried in her face. Another scream echoed and she finally understood where it had come from. The muggle town downhill. She had no broom and she hated flying so without giving it a second thought of her looks she aparated to the chaos downhill.
The feeling of the world shrinking in a whirlpool and reappearing somewhere else had become second nature to Hermione. She knew better than to apparate near a muggle town but this was an emergency. The screams of terror pierced her ears and she jumped back wand at the ready. The last war-ridden years had hone Hermione's good reflexes. She could conjure stunning spells easily, she was not a killer after all.
All houses were wrecked in some way as if a tornado had suddenly surfaced on top of this town. Cars and electricity posts scattered and burned. Two houses near were covered in flames. She ran down the corner to the street and found the source of the screaming.
A woman suspended in the air by one of her legs, her robe was torn and droplets of blood flowed down as she screamed at her captors. Two hooded wizards stood with pointed wands above their heads and laughing with no remorse of the pleas of the woman.
Rage surfaced on Hermione's face when she saw the mark on the back of the dark mark. A skull devouring a snake in fluorescent green light. It glowed and moved in the fabric. Deatheaters.
"I'll throw her in the air and you kill her this time!" the hooded deatheater holding the woman yelled. Hermione had no time to stop and think. She shot a stunning spell at the wizard holding the woman in the air and ran forward. The deatheaters body was thrown back in a back flip gone wrong. A green light flashed near the falling girl.
"Damn I thought you were going to throw her not drop her!" exclaimed the standing hooded figure in rage.
The woman's body fell fast then landed softly as if caught in a cushion.
"What in the..." he had no to time to finish as another stunning spell flashed at his face and landed him ten feet away.
Hermione ran to the woman and knelt down to check her. Her leg was broken as well as her right arm. Her robe was slashed across in the front and back and blood ran freely. Her face and hair were hidden in a mask.
"rememdium vulnus" Hermione whispered. The long gash across the woman's shoulder and chest closed. Hermione reached inside her small bag, which had a space-enhancing charm and found the chest of medicines and potions she now kept with her all times because of the war. She removed the mask. The woman was unconscious and had bruises in her cheeks. A long scar across her face that seemed to have been made by dark magic was covered in her once beautiful blonde silvery hair, which now seemed to be a mess.
"Suscitatio" said Hermione and the woman awoke with shocked yellow eyes. Immediately she started to choke on her own blood and Hermione turned her over. Once the blonde woman spat and coughed all the blood out of her lungs. Hermione put the replenishing blood potion near the woman's mouth. She gave her the potion and anesthetic potion to dull the pain. Moved down to her leg and begin to work on her wounds. Hermione was not as good as Madam Pomfrey but she had studied magical healing to some extent after the war.
"restituo" Hermione pointed her wand to the blonde silver head woman's leg. Bones shattered and rearranged themselves inside the body. She did the same for the woman's arm. The woman was around her age. Her expression dazed and half awake. She knew she could not get anything out of her at the moment. She had to take her to Saint Mungo's as soon as possible. Hermione wasn't a certified healer but she had healed as much as she could. Also a report had to filed with the ministry on this Deatheater attack.
-Where were the aurors though?- Hermione thought. Surely this attack had not gone unnoticed by the Ministry. Somehow they always knew where magic was not supposed to be done. This was a muggle town after all.
A spell flashed near her and her time turner exploding in sparks. Hermione barely had time to turn her face.
"So it was you" A voice said behind her. Hermione had lowered her guard to heal the woman and had paid no mind to the deatheaters. The Deathearter getting up was a man Hermione thought he looked familiar. He had broad shoulders and a square head with a broken wide nose. "Goyle!" -The other deatheater must be Crabbe since they are never separated-
"Goyle? private Goyle for you! Mudblood-lover! How dare you raise your wand to the Mighty Slytherin Legion!" He spat in rage.
"Slytherin Legion..."
She had no time to ask about it as Goyle shot a spell at her. "Bombarda!"
-fool must not know how to do silent spells- -Declino- Hermione thought. The spell deflected away from Hermione and caught an unsuspecting Crabbe. Smoke and blast engulfed him. "Crabbe!" Goyle turned to look at him.
Crabbe was Goyle's perhaps only friend in life, but Hermione didn't care. She was enraged at being called a mudblood. Perhaps this girl was like her and had been attacked If that was the case...
"I'll show you how us mudbloods deal with mudblood haters! Bombarda Major!" Hermione yelled in anger.
"Contengo! " Goyle tried to block the spell but the blast of the spell was too massive and it engulfed him. Everything around was smoke and fire.
She didn't stay to see the spell hit, she grabbed hold on the dazed blonde silver hair woman and apparated towards the Burrow. The one place Hermione knew would be the safest in the whole world. She hoped answers to all her questions resided there.