note: to all my reviewers.. thank you so much.. im really sorry for having to switch the title from "leave me a heart, lend me a dagger" to "leave me a heart. Lend me a dagger." but i had to delet my old story because of some formatting problems..
so please continue reading.. chapter 1 and 2 are up
thank you!
cal08: luv ya.. thank u sooo much for reviewing this.. it means a lot to me..
AmyChris: im glad u found this interesting! thanks for reviewing!!! do keep reading!! :-)
Fiery-icicles: thanks for the compliment about the description!! i love descriptive writing! thank you for reviewing
Cariel: thanks for the suggestions! although changing "disgusting fragrance" to "disgusting odour" would defeat the purpose of an oxymoron and im soo sorry about the tags.. i can't seem to upload italics or bold! thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer: Mine! All mine, I tell you! Ron weasley is mine!!! Bwahaahahhhaha.
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…right. I wish. [sniff] not mine =[ Ron is hot property of JK rowling…..and so are the rest of the characters.
Nightmares:
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[[ Traveling down the dark alleyway, hiding behind the shadows of night. Solitary. Haunting. Fear. Slowly, sneakily, her right hand clenched around her wand hidden by the dark veil of the robe. Alone. All alone. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine, chilling her to the bone. The soft moonlight played a haunting tune upon the ancient brick walls, the eerie melody teasing the fear of the young witch. She held her breath, shuddering at the tantalizing caress of the wind.
A Flash of lightning caught her eye, illuminated the hooded figure crouched beside the intimidating wall. She gasped, shrinking back. Slowly retreating, her hand gripped her wand harder. A sudden chill wrapped her in an uneasy embrace and her head whipped around frantically looking for a means to escape. Reflecting in her coffee colored gaze, cloaked figures glided closer, jarring her to her senses.
(NO!! Vol.. Voldemort! NO! )
A high-pitched laughter resonated around in the closed alley, ringing shrilly in her ears. She raised her wand and screamed
(PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!)
The spell caught the death eaters off guard and they halted in their tracks.
(I wouldn't do that if I were you Ms. Granger )
A raspy sound reached her and the smell of rotting breath enveloped her in its disgusting fragrance.[1]
The same high-pitched voice pierced her soul. She turned back to the wall, a deep sense of dread churning through her. Red eyes gleamed back at her with loathing.
She kept her wand raised and ready to curse him at any sign of weakness. The dark lord's thin lips stretched into an evil smirk.
(Well then mudblood, he sneered. Is this any way to greet your old foe?. Killing you would've satisfied me. But if you wont give in…)
His voice trailed off with a fake sigh. He shook his head regretfully, his red orbs emitted the same evil red glow. Another jolt of lightning displayed voldemort's real weapon against hermione. Another hooded figure lay slumped on the floor, his shock of red hair peeking out of the hood. She gasped in horror.
(Not even one of the unforgivable curses can reverse this pain)
He laughed again, the pitch threatening to shatter her eardrums. A flash of green light emerged from his wand; his wand pointed towards the figure slumped on the floor.
(AVADA KEDAVRA!)
The death eaters cheered, their wicked glee giving them an almost demonic look. She felt her knees buckle and sank to the floor, her heart lurching violently.
(You don't fear death. So instead, I will strip you of everything that you love.)
His maniac laughter echoed with childish glee. With that, Voldemort and his death eaters glided past her, leaving her worse off than dead, suffocating her with deathly stillness. Silver tracks cascaded down her cheeks. A scream shattered the deceptive solitude of the night. Hers. ]]
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17-year-old Hermione Granger sat up gasping, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes wide, she shivered uncontrollably, one hand clutching the collar of her nightshirt, unable to calm her pounding heart.
(Calm down hermione. It was only a dream… just a dream.)
Yet her words sounded unconvincing even to her own ears. It wasn't just a dream… It was her tormented mind playing tricks based on her terrifying experience, just a few weeks ago.
(You'll lose EVERYTHING that you love.)
The shrill voice resonated in her mind, sending a heavy feeling of dread traveling down her spine.
The first rays of sunlight streamed through her window, the crystalline light providing Hermione a tiny shadow of comfort. She looked to her left and saw her muggle calendar perched upon her ivory desk.
(August twenty. I return to Hogwarts today)
Still shivering, she jumped out of bed and welcomed the day with a shaky smile. In an hour, she was dressed and ready, her large trunk bearing the hogwarts crest, standing proudly.
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[1] Oxymoron! Wheeee!
so please continue reading.. chapter 1 and 2 are up
thank you!
cal08: luv ya.. thank u sooo much for reviewing this.. it means a lot to me..
AmyChris: im glad u found this interesting! thanks for reviewing!!! do keep reading!! :-)
Fiery-icicles: thanks for the compliment about the description!! i love descriptive writing! thank you for reviewing
Cariel: thanks for the suggestions! although changing "disgusting fragrance" to "disgusting odour" would defeat the purpose of an oxymoron and im soo sorry about the tags.. i can't seem to upload italics or bold! thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer: Mine! All mine, I tell you! Ron weasley is mine!!! Bwahaahahhhaha.
…………………………………..
……………………..
…right. I wish. [sniff] not mine =[ Ron is hot property of JK rowling…..and so are the rest of the characters.
Nightmares:
-------------------------------------------------------------
[[ Traveling down the dark alleyway, hiding behind the shadows of night. Solitary. Haunting. Fear. Slowly, sneakily, her right hand clenched around her wand hidden by the dark veil of the robe. Alone. All alone. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine, chilling her to the bone. The soft moonlight played a haunting tune upon the ancient brick walls, the eerie melody teasing the fear of the young witch. She held her breath, shuddering at the tantalizing caress of the wind.
A Flash of lightning caught her eye, illuminated the hooded figure crouched beside the intimidating wall. She gasped, shrinking back. Slowly retreating, her hand gripped her wand harder. A sudden chill wrapped her in an uneasy embrace and her head whipped around frantically looking for a means to escape. Reflecting in her coffee colored gaze, cloaked figures glided closer, jarring her to her senses.
(NO!! Vol.. Voldemort! NO! )
A high-pitched laughter resonated around in the closed alley, ringing shrilly in her ears. She raised her wand and screamed
(PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!)
The spell caught the death eaters off guard and they halted in their tracks.
(I wouldn't do that if I were you Ms. Granger )
A raspy sound reached her and the smell of rotting breath enveloped her in its disgusting fragrance.[1]
The same high-pitched voice pierced her soul. She turned back to the wall, a deep sense of dread churning through her. Red eyes gleamed back at her with loathing.
She kept her wand raised and ready to curse him at any sign of weakness. The dark lord's thin lips stretched into an evil smirk.
(Well then mudblood, he sneered. Is this any way to greet your old foe?. Killing you would've satisfied me. But if you wont give in…)
His voice trailed off with a fake sigh. He shook his head regretfully, his red orbs emitted the same evil red glow. Another jolt of lightning displayed voldemort's real weapon against hermione. Another hooded figure lay slumped on the floor, his shock of red hair peeking out of the hood. She gasped in horror.
(Not even one of the unforgivable curses can reverse this pain)
He laughed again, the pitch threatening to shatter her eardrums. A flash of green light emerged from his wand; his wand pointed towards the figure slumped on the floor.
(AVADA KEDAVRA!)
The death eaters cheered, their wicked glee giving them an almost demonic look. She felt her knees buckle and sank to the floor, her heart lurching violently.
(You don't fear death. So instead, I will strip you of everything that you love.)
His maniac laughter echoed with childish glee. With that, Voldemort and his death eaters glided past her, leaving her worse off than dead, suffocating her with deathly stillness. Silver tracks cascaded down her cheeks. A scream shattered the deceptive solitude of the night. Hers. ]]
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17-year-old Hermione Granger sat up gasping, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes wide, she shivered uncontrollably, one hand clutching the collar of her nightshirt, unable to calm her pounding heart.
(Calm down hermione. It was only a dream… just a dream.)
Yet her words sounded unconvincing even to her own ears. It wasn't just a dream… It was her tormented mind playing tricks based on her terrifying experience, just a few weeks ago.
(You'll lose EVERYTHING that you love.)
The shrill voice resonated in her mind, sending a heavy feeling of dread traveling down her spine.
The first rays of sunlight streamed through her window, the crystalline light providing Hermione a tiny shadow of comfort. She looked to her left and saw her muggle calendar perched upon her ivory desk.
(August twenty. I return to Hogwarts today)
Still shivering, she jumped out of bed and welcomed the day with a shaky smile. In an hour, she was dressed and ready, her large trunk bearing the hogwarts crest, standing proudly.
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[1] Oxymoron! Wheeee!