The Master of Death (And The Power of Life)

By Marvolo666

Chapter 1: Hell Hath No Fury Like a Granger Scorned

I do not own Harry Potter. I don't own any of the Character's, Places or Things from The Harry Potter World. I make NO Money or Profit of Any Kind. The same goes for any unoriginal lyrics or poetry.

This story will be available for a rewrite. I post it here for those who will enjoy this older flawed story. It is a dark tale but remember "Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times" Now let us begin.

It was almost as if his scar was hurting again. In fact not only wasn't it hurting, It was barley even visible since he killed Voldemort earlier this year. However he still had that same feeling of dread. A feeling that something bad had just happened. Harry didn't know what it was and even when he did, he would have no idea of the chain reaction it would cause changing his life forever.

Harry was sitting in his room at privet drive which he now owned. The Dursleys had sent him a letter saying they had preferred there new home they got while in hiding (didn't say where they were now, clearly not wanting to see harry ever again) and giving him the deed to the house. It was far away from his friends and loved ones but in the wizarding world he could be anywhere he wanted in a blink. That didn't mean he saw much of them anymore as he had become strangely drawn to the isolation

He walked down the stairs too see Ginny standing at the bottom as if she where waiting for him. She had a strange look own her face It was a hallow a look she seemed to have a lot these days. She had struggled after the war with the loss of her brother and many friends. Harry could tell this time something else was bothering her. "You feel it too" Harry whispered. "No" she said looking confused "but that letter can't be good". She pointed to the letter harry only now realized was lying on the table. He picked ir up and began too read.

Its been along time since we've last hung out I was thinking I stay at your place for a day or too I realized I never been to privet drive and thought it might be nice to see where you groo up see you at 12:00 ill bring some fire whisky H.G.

"It just arrived 15 minutes ago" Ginny replied to Harry's unanswered questions "Shes going to be here in 20 minutes clearly she isn't coming just to say hello".

"That is all you noticed" Harry said very concerned, "I'm more worried about the letter itself. It's full of spelling errors and I've never seen Hermione make one before. Not to mention she has been here before, the night of Voldemort ambush. Plus she doesn't drink fire whiskey".

"Ron does," Ginny replied with a knowing look. "He is in bad shape, never got over Fred's death".

"Have you?" Harry shot back at her. Has anyone, he thought to himself. Its not just his death it was the war It had taken a toll on all of them.

"I know why Granger is staying for a few days. It's finally happened," Ginny hissed coldly.

"What happened" Harry asked as he heard the doorbell ring 10 minutes early. Ginny said nothing and disappeared as harry went to open the door. However for a brief second he felt a strong impulse not to open it but lock it.

Hermione rushed through the door without saying hello and sat in the living room clearly troubled. It was strange and worrying to see Hermione like this.

"Hi Hermione your welcome here anytime but why are here" Harry asked.

"Just thought I would come by and..." Hermione trailed off. Harry was starting to think Ginny was onto something.

Hermione looked up and noticed harry was staring at her. "Harry whats wrong."

"You" he replied sharper then he intended causing Hermione to jump. He continued his voice softer with worried."Your not acting like yourself and I think I know why."

Harry paused as Hermione wouldn't look at him. He put his hand on her shoulder turning her to face him. "You can tell me anything Hermione even if it's something I don't want to hear."

Tears poured out of Hermione's eyes as she hugged Harry so tight he thought he was being crushed by a basilisk. She then backed away under stronger composure and saw the fire in her eyes was back. She took out her wand and looked harry dead in the eye.

"I need you to stay calm Harry. I've already taken care of it and I don't want you going to Azkaban." Hermione said. Harry just nodded his face already turning red. "What did he do."

She then waved the her wand across her face and harry gasped. Without the concealment charm Hermione's left eye turned into a disfigure mess. It was bruised swollen and had cuts all over. There was even bits of glass still in the eye.

Harry was seeing red. "I'll kill him" he growled under his breath as he turned to Apparate to do just that..

"Don't you dare harry don't make me stun you" Hermione yelled.

"How could you let the bastard get away with this" Harry hollered. He couldn't belive he was seeing her like this. His Hermione another poor, beaten, victim of domestic abuse.

"MUFFALO!" Hermione shrieked and Harry's voice was stuck in his throat. She calmly put the concealing charm back on. She had tried and failed miserably to master Legilimency but she could tell what Harry was thinking.

"A Poor, Beaten, Victim, is that what you think of me. You haven't seen the other guy yet." she smirked and muttered "Finite." Harry felt his voice return but Hermione put a finger up.

"This was the first time he has hit me and it is the last time he will ever touch me. I have tried to help him. I have tried to reason with him but no more I'm done! If he wants to drink himself to death FINE! If he wants to poor that shit down his throat and throw up all over the house until he dies then fine. FUCK HIM!"

She finished her intense rant by calmly wiping the tears from her face and taking out some cookies from her suit case she had been saving. Harry thought about how even in a situation like this Hermione was still has factual and yet fierce as she had ever been in school or in the war. Though the cursing was different. But Harry wasn't satisfied yet.

"What did you do to him then?" Harry asked hoping it was really bad. He was shocked by how he could think such thoughts about his old friend. Then again he thought his thoughts would be the same if Dumbledore himself had done this.

She looked up with a smirk that would be more fitting on Malfoy's face. She took Harry's hand and they apparated. She was going to show him what had become of the man who was once her friend and love, Ron Weasley.