DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING FROM THE CHARACTERS TO ANYTHING ELSE FROM THE SERIES, J.K. ROWLING DOES!!!
Whiskey Suicides:
Chapter One: To Not Look
After their fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the war between good and evil had begun. The war spread throughout the world if you where on the wrong sided depending on who you got caught by, it was over, complete blackness. Once you had chosen there was no turning back, no second chances.
"I can't believe there is still school, with what's going on and all." Harry whispered to himself or anyone, as he stared out the window into what seemed to be nothingness.
"It just wont be the same anymore, you know. So much has been lost, nothing gained." The tears were starting to trickle down her face as she spoke and thought to herself, why couldn't I have died, and then I would have to see the pain and misery.
"Ginny, don't worry, it will all be ok in the end." Ron had put his arm around her little sister, with Hermione standing there in the doorway; she had walked in to hear them talking. The compartment was as though they were taking the train to their death.
Hermione had just stood there and looked at Ron in disgust, she held her breath and then exhaled before she spoke.
"Ron! How dare you say that, we were all there, we all fought. You're not stupid!" She was partially screaming at this point, no one could move, just stare at her with confused looks upon their worn out faces. "It is not going to be 'ok'," she mocked with sarcasm. "This really is going to be the end as we know it. Yeah sure the war will end, eventually, and even we do win, as everyone says, it is not going to be the same. There has been to much death and destruction, it won't ever be made up for." The tears were no longer streaming down just Ginny's face but also Hermione's and Luna's.
"Hermione," Ron had started, but she had pushed him away, as she ran out the door.
Harry had now gotten up to run after her, but a body had jumped in front of him, and held out their arm to stop him.
"Just let her be, she needs to morn. She has been to busy and denied that she felt it, to do it properly. Hermione needs to just be alone."
"I know your right," Harry had started and then realized just whom he was conversing with. "What the fuck do you care Malfoy, when did you become so caring and shit? Huh?"
"Listen!" Draco had yelled, and then took a deep breath to calm himself down before he had decided to start again. "Just because I have been the biggest ass, defended my father and seemed to be on the dark side, doesn't mean you, any of you know shit about me. Why in the hell would I come back to school if I was a death eater, do you see Crabbe, Goyle or half of the Slytherin House here?"
"Just because you fought against the dark side this summer, and your mother put the house up for another hospital and hiding place," Harry had then been interrupted.
"Harry just sit down, haven't we done enough fighting already, he has a lot of points, one of which just letting Hermione properly mourn." Ginny was now pulling on Harry's sleeve. "Please, let it be." At this point both of the men looked at each other then to Ginny who was still crying.
"Alright Ginny, I'm sitting." He took her hand and seated himself next to her as they cuddled into each other's arms as if they might never have the chance to again.
"I am sorry for causing any trouble here, and in the past." Draco had then turned his head to leave, but a hand had grabbed his shoulder.
"Draco sit with us, being Head Boy and all, you need to mingle with the enemy sometimes." Ron had smiled as Draco turned and found a seat.
"Thanks." And that was all he said.
The quietness had crept over the train; all happiness and hope seemed to be draining from everyone. Not a single person could stand to look another in their eyes, not lovers, not friends, and not now forgotten enemies, the pain and depression was too much to cope with.
FLASHBACK
Of Hermione's
When summer had begun so did the war, anyone with a wand, magic or muscle was called to fight (as long as you were fifteen or older) just after the first month. The Dark Lord already had seventy-five percent of the giants, forty percent of the goblins, fifty percent of the dementors and eighty-six percent of the vampires, not to mention all of the witches and wizards already gathered and other (though not as famous) species. He had a big advantage over us. Everyone who was called to sign up got assigned a place in the world to be, the big idea was to mix up the good in the world hoping to have many different experts in a variety of areas so that everyone had different and better plans. It did seem to help, but just a little. Ron and Harry stayed in London, along with most of Hogwarts Students, but not all. Hermione was one of the few sent away, but she wasn't sent out to fight, not at first anyway. Hermione had been sent to southern Africa, deep in the jungle along with many other witches and wizards and even a few muggles who were all to well aware of what was happening, most of which at least twice her age, they were there to create anything to help the side of good. Though it wasn't long before they were discovered, three weeks in fact. Most everyone was killed, Hermione's new friends, and a close cousin of hers. Hermione had just barley escaped with her life, and all notes of research, out of the hands of evil. Though there for a short time, they were able to create an idea of Hermione's mixed in with some tid-bits from others. Thus creating was it now known as Goodpip's Debrembs Botions, which Hermione had come up with for short of The Good People Who Died, Remember, botions were what they had originally agreed to call them, they were different forms of exploding potions. These were to be shaken three times then thrown, to do any number of things, all depending on the color and shape of the bottle. Hermione's cousin Amanda, had developed and ingredient to add not changing the potion in anyway except, if applied to the nails, like polish, then said spell you could just flick your fingers at whatever to make whatever the botion was for happen. And no matter how many coats you had of any and every potion all you had to do was think of which one you wanted to happen, and that bam with the flick of you fingers.
When Hermione found sanctuary, she had gotten hold of Dumbledore to explain what happened and start process of getting the botions out to everyone, and making enough. She was to busy with making the botions, getting people to help and keep moving around so not to be caught, that even when her parents were killed, along with her whole neighborhood, including life long friends she didn't have the time to care. All that was important was saving all that she could with this new major advantage in the war. She had dreaded returning to school, only because then she would have to face everyone and realize this wasn't just a bad dream but reality, in which she was now coming to contact with in the bathroom, while crying what's left of her heart out.
Sorry if you don't like, and for those who do I may not be able to add more for a lil while, school starting, blahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
