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AN: This takes place in the muggle world for now.

Also, I want to apologize ahead of time if this brings any bad memories or offensiveness. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. No disrespect.

Story Title: I Want You Back Forever

Chapter 1:

Italy

It is a chilly night. The sun is nearly gone, leaving small traces and hints of orange in the sky. I'm sitting here on the porch, looking out into the ocean, and thinking. I'm not thinking about anything in particular. My mind seems to wander more often for a while. I was interrupted from my thoughts when my butler knocks on the door.

"Come in Romero." I said, turning my body to face him.

A tall handsome man in his early 20s opens the door and steps in. His skin was a little darker than mine, his hair was jet black, and he had a muscular build, standing at 6'2". His eyes were intense with a hazel color.

"Mistress Granger, is there anything else I can do for you?" Romero said with a thick Italian accent.

I smiled, I could tell by the tone of his voice and the softness of his eyes that he still had a huge crush on me.

"No, Romero. Thank you. I won't need anything for the rest of the night." I spoke softly.

"I will be turning in then, Mistress. Goodnight." Romero said and bowed his head

"Goodnight." I said

The door creaked as it was closing. I turned back to the ocean and sighed. It took me a great deal of time to admit what I was feeling. Every day. Pretty much 24/7. I haven't been able to make this feeling go away. This feeling of loneliness, sorrow, anger and hurt. I was starting to think that maybe I deserve it. Maybe I will feel this way for the rest of eternity.

No one knows my past except for Romero. He was the only being I felt comfortable enough to confide in. I knew I could trust him with my secret. He was the kind of man that wouldn't tell a soul, even if his very life hanged in the balance. There are few people like him.

With one last look, I stepped back into my luxurious bedroom. I looked at my bed and stared at the left side that was always empty every night. How long had it been since she laid down there with me?

I shook my head and walked over to my closet. I grabbed my coat and headed out to my car. I drove to a place that no person with good sense would go to. By the time I arrived, the sun was gone and only the street lights could be seen in the darkness.

I walked down streets and see people who look like they're up to no good. I suppose I shouldn't talk since I'm one of those people. In fact, I can be worse than them. If they knew what I had done, all of them would run away.

I don't know what drives me to do these things. I just snap. I don't take anything from nobody. I do not tolerate it. I can be cold and ruthless. When I snap, I have no regard for human life.

I don't mean to. I try to stay calm and walk away. I really do, but my hate and anger is too much, too great.

I have gotten a lot better since my last rampage.

Ever since she and my child died, I have never been the same. I'm still lost on how it happened. She and our baby were immortal and I was human. How did a car crash end it all? That car crash turned my world upside down. It destroyed me. It left a huge hole in my heart that nothing will ever be able to fill.

I thought it would make me feel better to punish the drunk drivers that took my reasons for living away.

Flashback: Paris, 42 years earlier

My wife, newborn daughter and I were driving home. It was getting dark. I was driving, my wife in the passenger seat, and our daughter sleeping in the back. The sound of soft snores I hear was so calming to me. My wife's eyes were closed as she was enjoying the song, "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole. I was off in la-la land and that was when it happened.

A blue car came around the corner and crashed into us. The impact was so great that it knocked us upside down.

I was still confused as to what happened as I called out for my wife.

I didn't receive an answer. I got out and went to the back to get my daughter and wife. I shook my wife and leaned over my daughter. I got no response from either. I started to yell for them to wake up. My voice was laced with desperation.

The vehicle with the people who hit us came up to us. The smell of alcohol came rushing at me.

"Oh, sorry about that." One man said, slurring his words.

"Yeah, we can pay for the damage." Another man said

Not really hearing them or thinking about it, I told them to leave.

I couldn't revive them. I never understood it. Something like this wasn't supposed to kill them. This crash was nothing. It wasn't supposed to make that big of an impact on them. It didn't kill me, why them?

After giving my statements to the police, it dawned on me I gave those two a pass. I was angry with myself. I was so wrapped up in my family that I didn't address them.

A man came up to me and said he too knew the predicament I was in. He said he could offer me power, a way to get even.

I took it. I was no longer human.

Wanting revenge, I tracked the two murders, two days later. I got to them before the police. They were living their happy lives. They were in a bar trying to pick up girls. They were drunk again.

I casually walked over to them.

"Hey, sweetheart, how are you doing?" One of them asked

"You are very beautiful." The other man said

I gave them a forced smile and told them to go outside with me. The look on their faces was one of pure satisfaction and lust.

I walked them to a secluded alley. The sound of dogs barking can only be heard.

"I never pictured you the kind of girl to be kinky." One man said with a smile

The other tried to wrap his arm around me but I pushed it away.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked calmly, my eyes were full of hate.

"We don't mind who you are." The other said.

More anger, frustration and hurt welled up inside me.

"Remember a couple days ago? You were driving and hit another car with a family." I asked

They both looked like they were trying to concentrate and remember.

One guy's eyes flickered in recognition. The other was still thinking.

"Oh, you wanted your money?" The man asked

This triggered the other man's memory.

"Oh."

"I'm not here for money. That crash you caused killed my family." I said growling

I took them both and ran home at lightning speed. They were both struggling against me, but my strength was no match for them.

I dragged them inside the living room and tied them up. I had to gag them because they just wouldn't shut up.

I kneeled down in front of them and looked into their eyes.

"You stole something dear to me and now I'm going to take something from you." I said

The two men looked scared, helpless and regretful.

"Do you have any idea what you took from me, the world?" I asked lighting a match.

The two men tensed up.

I lit the fireplace.

Their screams couldn't be heard because of the silent-proof walls.

End of flashback

I shook my head trying to get rid of those thoughts. I looked down at my hand and caressed my wedding ring.

I found a bench to sit on and an older man sitting on the other side looked at me.

"People who know about this place wouldn't dare set foot here, especially a young, beautiful woman like yourself." he said

I smiled at him, "Probably sir, but it makes me feel better." I said

He looked confused, "How so, miss?"

"It's cruel how I think about it really. I suffered a great loss. Coming here makes me remember that bad things don't always happen to me. It's not just me." I said with a soft smile

The man nodded, "I see. Well, time heals all wounds."

I smiled, if only he knew. That statement was proven to be wrong. I know it. I lived it.

After a few hours, I returned home. I took a shower and put on my pjs and went to bed. The bed felt like how I felt, cold and empty.

I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes through the blinds. I rolled over and ran my hand over the left side of the bed.

I got up to get ready. I took my shower, did my makeup and did my hair. I ran my hand through my straight, light brown hair.

I came downstairs and got a cup of coffee. I turned around and was greeted by Romero, holding a newspaper.

"Mistress, there is something that you should really see." Romero said handing me the paper. He was very concerned by the look in his eyes.

I smiled at him, "How many times do I need to remind you? Call me Hermione."

"My apologies." Romero said bowing.

I smiled kindly at him and knew that he would call me Mistress again.

I looked down at the newspaper and read the headline, "Man Mauled by Animal". I read the article and was horrified by the time I finished. It was clear to me that this was no ordinary animal. The first thought that came to me was another one of my kind, but I wasn't too sure.

I set down the newspaper and sat down, thinking.

If it wasn't an animal like the people think, I may have a huge problem. This could lead to my exposure to what I really am. I have to find out the real truth.

I drove to the investigation in an alley where he was found to find more. Maybe I could find a clue as to what killed that poor man. I was stopped by an investigator.

"I'm sorry miss. You cannot pass." he said

I hate to use my powers on innocent people, but I felt I had no choice.

I made him look into my eyes, "I think it is time for you and the others for your lunch break. You've earned it."

The man stared at me and said, "You're right."

He went to gather everyone.

I went under the caution tape and proceeded to look around. There was blood everywhere. I did my best not to inhale it.

I noticed a camera and decided to look to see if there were any pictures that would suggest what I was thinking.

The problem was I didn't know how to use it.

I did my best to look at the symbols on the camera and determine what each function was. I pressed a button and a flash erupted from it. After about ten min I got it to work.

I scrolled through the photos and saw the man's bloody body. It was enough to make anyone sick. I noticed there were claw marks on him. I felt terrible for the victim.

I set the camera down and looked around.

I noticed blue feathers on the ground and picked them up. As I studied them they seemed familiar. A thought came to my mind on who did it but I shook that thought away. A part of me didn't want to believe it, but another part…

I knew one thing for certain; it wasn't my kind that did this.

What was I to do? Humans can't fight this thing, much less muggles. I'm sure of it.

I was at a dead end. It pained me to do this but I would have to wait for the next move. I just hoped I would get to the next person on time.

I returned home and Romero was there waiting for me.

"Mistress, did you find the culprit?" Romero asked

I smiled, "No, but I will."

"I'm sure of it too, Mistress. Do you have a plan?" Romero asked

"Not really. I figured I'd patrol tonight to see if there's anything." I said

Romero nodded, "Best of luck."

My day was ruined. I kept thinking about that poor innocent victim. He didn't deserve it. That kill was gruesome. From the looks of it, it wasn't very merciful. He had to have been in so much pain.

I spent my day thinking what it could have been and plotting my next moves. Why was that man attacked?

It was 9:30 p.m. when I set off. I walked around the city and down alleyways. Everything was quite as usual. Perhaps the 'animal' thought it best to keep low key.

It was now 11:44 and still nothing. I hated to be patient. I just wanted to catch the culprit already and put a stop to it.

I used my senses carefully, listening and smelling everything I catch. I only heard sirens, dogs barking, laughter and the sound of rain.

This wasn't the best night to do this. My clothes were soaked, the rain only came down harder.

It was now 1:12 and was about to go home when I heard a loud 'bang', followed by a scream that only I could hear.

I started running in the direction to where the sounds came from. If this 'animal' was powerful, I felt that I wouldn't make it in time.

Pushing that thought aside, I ran faster. My speed made the raindrops feel like rocks hitting me.

I stopped, not knowing where to go to next.

I heard another scream, begging for his life and I took off.

I saw a figure lying on the ground, motionless. I ran up to him and checked him. He was gone. I wasn't fast enough. I was so close, I almost made it.

I kneeled down and bowed my head and closed my eyes, "Requiescat in pace." I whispered, kissing his forehead.

I got up and tried to pin-point where the animal was. I got nothing.

Feeling defeated, I went home. Romero was sitting on a chair and reading.

"Romero, you aren't in bed yet?" I asked

He shook his head, "No Mistress, not yet. I wanted to make sure you got home okay."

I smiled at his concern.

"Grazie, Romero."

"Did you catch the animal?" Romero asked

"No, I was close, but I didn't make it."

Romero looked sad.

"Three time's the charm then, perhaps?" he said

I smiled, "Maybe. I will try again tomorrow."

Romero nodded.

"You don't have to worry anymore, Romero. I'm turning in for the rest of the night." I said

"I will turn in as well then, too. Grazie."

"Buona notte." I said

"Buona notte." he said

I went up to my room and got ready for bed. I was deeply saddened by the second victim. His family will surely be distraught. I remember my father telling me that when he dies not to cry for him because he will be happy. If there is anyone you should cry for, it is myself for the loss. Of course he meant that in a good way. I know he was trying to reassure me not to be afraid the day he passes. It is the family that is left behind that has to deal with the agony, loss, suffering, and sorrow.

That brought little comfort to me, thinking about the family tomorrow.

I put my pjs on and walked down the hall into the nursery room.

Everything was still in good condition, surprisingly. I looked around the room as if I never seen it before.

The walls were painted light pink with animated lambs jumping over fences. There were shelves with children's books and stuffed animals.

I walked to the crib and took out the stuffed animal bunny and brought it up to my lips. I walked to the rocking chair and sat down.

I closed my eyes trying to think about all the happy times with my family. That was a mistake because when I returned to reality, it hurt more.

I spent about half an hour in that room before I returned to my bedroom. I once again returned to the cold sheets.

So what did you think?

Any guesses as to what Hermione is? What killed the men?

Reviews are awesome.

Sorry if it was boring, the next chapter will be more entertaining. I think you will like it…hopefully.

Just so you know, this story will have a happy ending, as hard as it is to believe. lol I'll give you a huge hint, I am a huge fan of Fleur/Hermione.

***I have another story of Fleur/Hermione called, "Rivalry" if you want to come check it out. It's on my webpage on livejournal.*** Let me know what you think :)