The Darkness Within the Castle Walls.
Disclaimer: I do not own the charaters in this story, none of them how sad.
I got the idea for this fic from TikkiTyler9 's Video "The Forrbiddin Light" .com/watch?v=ZWQdUc32WA0. She is amazing, and she is giving me permission to take her idea and put it in a story. So thank you TikkiTyler *bows*
There are some scary themes in this fic, dark Hogwarts and as mentioned before blood, tourture adn there is no emotion...well there might be some you just have to read to find out.
It was a breezy stormy afternoon in July two months before Hermione Granger's eleventh birthday. Hermione Ganger ten and three quarters old her hair was a bushy brown rat's nest, her front teeth bucked out like a rabbits but she was smart, short and brown eyes, smartest in her school.
Her teachers praised her for her brains and her fellow students teased her for them, she had no friends she did not play with dolls like other girls her age she just came home form school everyday and finished her homework and than sat down by the fireplace in her favorite chair reading a book before bedtime.
She was not an ordinary girl by any means, she was intrigued by things she had not yet discovered, things that needed research to understand.
Her parents worried about her in the past three years but all of the doctors and specialist and councilors that they sought answers in all said the same thing she is a child trying to find out who she is and that it was perfectly normal for her to seem "off" were the doctor's words.
In truth not one of them knew what exactly what was wrong with little Hermione Granger, they did not know why when she would get angry things around her would explode, or when she cried it seemed that it would only rain on their home, or why when she would become extremely happy the light bulbs in the house grew brighter and the flowers would bloom even in the night when they were to be closed.
She had been doing this since she was born but her parents never really thought much of it, because it was never as noticeable till she became older. The Granger's had accepted and adapted to these behaviors as if they were normal, and they loved their daughter despite all the things that happen when she would have a sudden rush of emotion.
"Poppet, your birthday is soon is there anything in particular you would like or like to do?" Hermione's father Joseph Granger asked his daughter.
She was yet again sitting in her chair by the fireplace although there was no need of a fire this time of year but still she enjoyed the feeling of it against her skin the aroma rolling off the fire gave her a calming feeling and helped her focus on her book. She looked up from her book to look at her father and giggled
"Honestly father do you have to ask? A trip to the bookstore and a walk in the park just like always." Joseph's eyes sparkled at his daughter that was all she wanted every birthday and he giggled with her.
"Are you sure Hermione this is what we do every year. My dear girl you are coming into the big 1-1 there is nothing you would like to do? What about a trip to Paris or Egypt? What about going shopping for some clothes? Anything you want Hermione anything you want to do we will do." She pondered the thought of Paris and the temples of Egypt but she was content with her normal birthday celebration.
An armful of books and a walk in the park with her parents that was all she ever wanted for every birthday to come.
"No father thank you anyway. I just love my walks in the park with you and mum." She loved her mother and father more than her books or learning new things but she rarely had a chance to be with them, sure dentist does not seem like they would be gone to often but they were.
Her parents were held high in the density world and were constantly going out of country to teach and hold conferences so she was used to being almost eleven years old and being home alone for days at a time.
She had no living relatives to speak of and no friends to spend the night with so she stayed home almost always falling asleep in her chair reading her books while the embers on the fire died slowly.
Hermione went back to reading while her father went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for his family. An hour went by and Hermione's mother had come home from work carrying an armful of retired magazines from her office and they were sitting down around the table eating a notorious meal together talking about each others days when a knock on the door came.
Joseph looked at his watch puzzled who it could be at this hour. When he opened the door he looked into the eyes of an older man with a beard of white that went past his navel, half moon spectacles' sitting on the tip of his nose he was wearing some very old fashion clothes, a button up green velvet jacket with a pocket watch hanging from his breast pocket his pants matched the velvet green but what stood out most on this man was his blue eyes which when he smiled they only became brighter.
Just him being at the door he seemed to send a calm thro the Granger's home almost as if he put a spell on them to calm their nerves.
"Mr. Granger I presume. Very nice to meet you, always nice to put a face to the name you have been reading for ten and a half years and ah you must be the lovely Amelia and little Hermione." The old man had crossed the Grangers threshold and walked into the dinning room and shook the hands of the two ladies left at the table.
Joseph followed close behind with a confused look that matched the look that his wife had on her face but Hermione had curiosity in her eyes.
"Excuse me sir, but may I ask you your name and business with my family?" The older gentleman turned around and found the look that Mr. Granger wore and he gave a great chuckle.
"Yes I am sorry good man I have seemed to have forgotten my manners back home. Yes my name is Professor Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am here to inform your daughter that she has proudly been accepted into my school." Joseph looked more confused now, witchcraft? Wizardry? What is this? Someone at the office must be pulling a prank on him.
So Mr. Granger began to laugh loudly at this but the confusion was still etched onto his wife and daughter's face now a confused look had been put on the gentleman's face.
"So who sent you here sir? Was it Michael or Ray? They are the office clowns. This is a good one. I will have to figure out something to top them." He still laughed, so hard in fact there were tears coming from his eyes.
"I assure you sir this is no joke nor is it a prank. I am here to tell you that your daughter, Hermione Granger is a witch and a right good one is suspect with all the magic that has been pouring out of her for several years. The day she was born the nineteenth day in September of 1979 her name was put on my enrollment list. I assure you that she will shine bright in my school. Please sir sit down and we can speak of this further." Joseph Granger stopped laughing and did as the man asked and sat down never taking his eyes off of the man.
They talked about Hogwarts and the wizarding world, how Hermione was a muggleborn and when school began she would be boarding a train and be gone form there home till the Christmas holidays. They went over everything for several hours.
Hermione all the while wide eyed and excited to be able to explore a new world where she new nothing and could learn about everything new. Her parents were a little more apprehensive about all of this but they agreed to think about everything and the man said he would be back in one weeks time to discuss the matter once again.
One week later the man came back to the door at the same time and the Granger's invited him into their home to sit and discuss Hermione leaving them on September the first.
Hermione watched the adults discuss form the staircase watching and hoping with all her might that all of her begging and badgering and little hints took a toll on her parents and give her the permission to go to school somewhere new and exciting.
The man stood up form the couch about an hour after his arrival and looked up to the staircase looking at Hermione her parents signaled her to come down the stairs to join them in sending off the man. "Miss Granger I am looking forward to having you come to my school in the next few weeks, here is the list you will need. There is a map to Diagon Alley in there as well that is where you will need to buy all of your school things. Mr. and Mrs. Granger thank you for your time. Have a blessed day."
He turned and left the house once the door was closed Hermione squealed with excitement and hugged her parents the best she could before the light bulbs in the house exploded all over the house. Hermione blushed and gave a nervous chuckle.
"See I will go to this school and learn how to not do this."
Three weeks passed and Hermione found herself in a bookstore in Diagon Alley getting her supplies and taking in all the unusual things that were before her eyes.
While she was going along the shelves reading every title she could she spotted a boy around her age not too much taller than herself with red hair and she looked over at him, she watched him intently.
He was looking for the books he needed for school too and so she thought she could help him find them since she had already found hers and was just looking for some books for some light reading.
"The Dark Forces : A Guide to Self-Protection is right here. And One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi is on the third shelf over there." She told the red haired boy. He looked at her and gave her a small smile.
"I'm Hermione Granger, and you are." She had been practicing, her parents wanted her to be able to make friends in her new school.
"Ron, Ron Weasley." All Hermione could think of to say after that was "Pleasure" her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
She had never really tried to speak to other children her age let alone a boy. She tried to think of something else to say but by the time she had turned around the boy had already ran off to find the other books he would be needing for the term.
Hermione returned home that afternoon with everything she had bought in Diagon Alley put it in her school trunk but left out her books. She had every intention to read every book on the list and a few of her other books that she had received from Flourish and Blott's before the start of term.
So she sat in her chair for the next week never putting down her precious books, sinking in every drop of information she could. She wanted to be fully prepared for whatever was to happen.
A week later Hermione and her parents set off for King's Cross looking for Platform 9 ¾, they passed through the barrier without a problem and once on the other side the sight of the great scarlet train sitting on the tracks made Hermione's breath stop in her throat.
It was so beautiful, something that looked as if it came out of one of her dreams. She loaded her luggage and came back to her parents to say her goodbye till the Christmas holidays.
Her mother's nose was pink and her eyes were a shade of red that would almost put the Hogwarts express to shame. Her tears were both happy and sad, just like any mother's would have been when she was sending her child to a unknown school for the next two and a half months. Her father was consoling her and rubbing the top of Hermione's hair,
"Hermione will be just fine dear. If she does not like it she can always come home and go to another school." Hermione let her tears fall as her mother gave her a long loving embrace, her father gave her the biggest bear hug he could muster than sent her off onto the train to get a good seat before all the other children got onto the train.
Hermione boarded the train looking for an empty compartment close to the drivers cabin. The closer she came to the drivers cabin the less the compartments were filled. She wondered the hall for several minutes before she finally decided that one compartment with two boys in it, one she recognized, that was the compartment that she wanted to sit in.
She opened the door and asked the boys if it was ok for her to sit with them. She came in there were two seats and both boys were sitting on one so she took the other seat, she had a great view of what was coming.
The other boy sitting with the red haired boy was named Harry Potter, he had unruly black hair and glasses that were broke in two but put back together with some tape. Hermione eager to show off her skills she repaired his glasses for him that was the ice breaker that they needed.
For the rest of the train ride Hermione, Harry and Ron would sit together and talk and laugh and wonder. Ron had been raised in a wizarding family but Hermione and Harry both were raised in a muggle home. In Hermione's mind she had made friends, wouldn't her parents be so proud.
The sun set and the children clamored to put their school robes on before they arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Once the train came to a halt Hermione's heart began to pound into her ribs, her mind began to whirl hoping she did not make a fool of herself.
Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped off the train to hear a man with a loud low voice screaming for the first years to follow him. They joined a rather large crowd of first years as they boarded a small boat that could hold five children at a time at the most. She was in total awe, the boats moved by them selves no drivers no paddles. But when she saw the castle her heart gave a flutter and her stomach gave a lurch. Her never were beginning to kick in.
They walked a flight of stairs to meet an older woman with she did not look happy or kind. They followed her into a room and they talked about putting a hat on their head and being sorted into a house that would be like our home while they were here. From there the first years followed her into a large hall, which Hermione knew to be the Great Hall.
She had picked up a very interesting book called "Hogwarts: A History". The first years all lined up in front of the hall waiting to put the hat on their head. Hermione was excited and nervous. The first boy went up to the stool sat on it and the hat screamed Ravenclaw.
What she thought was weird was that there was not one clap in the whole hall, there was not one sound. She looked around at the teachers and students not one had a smile on their face, except for the first years that stood at the bottom of the stairs of the teachers table and the boy that was just sorted.
Slowly all of the first years were sorted and seated at their appointed houses, Harry, Ron and Hermione all were sorted into Gryffindor a house of noble and brave witches and wizards.
The man that came to Hermione's house stood at the head of the table and put the candles out that were standing on the podium. "Let your feast begin." Hermione stared at him, the sparkle in his eye and his bright smile were gone there was no laud chatter or laughter like lunch time was in her muggel school.
Hermione's stomach gave her a weird upset feeling, almost as if she were in a bad place and needed to get herself out of it but Hermione chalked it up to being nervous and scared about failing in her classes.
In an instant plates of food appeared before Hermione, there was chicken but there was barley any meat on the bone, there was salad but it was almost completely rotten and there was vegetables but those looked almost rotten as well Hermione thought maybe that this was what they ate in the wizarding world and did not want to look as if she was a stuck up prude she filled her plate with the meager and rotting food and ate without one sneer at it.
After a half an hour Professor Dumbledore stood back at his dark podium and swept the food off the tables with a wave of his hand. He did not wear a kind smile, he did not laugh or give off any sign he was happy just like the old woman she saw earlier.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, I am headmaster Dumbledore for those of you who do not know me. Before I let you go to your houses and find your dorms I am to remind you that any student that is found wondering the corridors at night will be severing detention with Mr. Filch. Also there is no magic to be used in the corridors between classes unless instructed by a teacher. There is rule manual in your rooms that must be signed by you and handed in at the end of the week, you will hand them into your head of house at that time. Now it is time for bed. Sleep well, may you have the best of nightmares and let the bed bugs bite." With that Professor Dumbledore left his podium and everyone stood form their seats getting in lines to head out of the Great Hall.
No words were spoken by any student or teacher on their journey to their houses.
Hermione's stomach was still giving her the weird feeling but she was ignoring it while she walked the castle she stared at the walls the pictures here seemed to be moving into other frames. Gryffindor tower was a climb that was for sure but Hermione enjoyed it.
Once she got there the head boy Percy, who by chance was Ron's older brother, showed them to their dorms.
The girls separated into their dorms finding their bed, once inside Percy locked their door behind them.
The girls found their bed and trunks finding their bed clothes they talked some but they all were so tired form the long train ride all they had real time for was pleasantries. A girl with blonde hair somewhat like Hermione's name was Lavender Brown, and Parvarti Patil she was a beautiful girl long black hair and tanned skin. It seemed if Lavender and Parvarti were quickly becoming best friends.
As soon as Hermione's head hit her pillow she was asleep. And just like Dumbledore had said she had one of the most imaginative nightmares she had ever had in her short life.
Hermione was in her bed and a man with a patch over his eye came into her room and pointed his wand at her with a red spark coming form its tip Hermione suddenly felt the most intense, horrific pain she had ever felt she saw him point his wand at her roommate Parvarti and heard her scream the most terrible scream, as Hermione listened she could hear all sorts of screams through out here house, she could hear screams coming form the boys dormitories and the other girls dormitories.
The man pointed his wand at Hermione again and she screamed the pain was too much she passed out listening to the screams of her fellow students.
I know that this is spaking questions in your mind but you will just have to wait a few more days to find out what all is going on. Sorry :)
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Maggie