Behind the Enemy Lines
"Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy…" – Albus Dumbledore.
Prologue
It hadn't take a lot of time like she had thought it would – all the despair, the tiny pieces of her heart slowly breaking one at the time. The funny and odd clock that resembled a strange moon seemed to be stuck at 1AM for some long minutes now. Hermione Granger kept pacing back and forth through the messy room, glancing at the clock every now and then. Ron wasn't back yet and she was scared to be in the same room as Harry, he who could read through her easily.
The young witch sighed, the waiting was killing her. She ended up sitting on the edge of the small bed when the room's door was opened. Ron entered and stared at her with a horrified expression. His eyes were filled with repulse and disappointment towards her, but she didn't notice it.
"Errr, they asked me to take you downstairs," said Ron, his voice trembled slightly.
Hermione stood up and nodded reluctantly. Her chocolate eyes caught the sight of Ron's wand on his pocket. She thanked the Gods for her friend stupidity. He had assured her way out. She attempted to smile but failed as his cold stare pierced through her. She swallowed dry, and shook her head. She had to be strong, she needed to do it.
As she followed Ron downstairs, her mind quickly set to work. She let out a small cry of feigned pain. Ron turned around and his cold behavior vanished at once when he saw Hermione grabbing her ankle with a suffering expression.
"Blimey, 'Mione! You okay?" Ron asked.
His voice was filled with real concern. He leaned forward to see her ankle when she quickly took his wand out and mentally cursed him with the silence spell.
Ron eyes widened as he realized what had happened. Hermione bit her lip and mouthed 'I'm sorry' before she petrified him.
Hermione kissed his forehead before she left the Grimmauld place. She ran with all her strengths down the empty and dark streets until she arrived what she considered a safe distance. Then with tears falling down her cheeks she pointed Ron's wand towards the sky and whispered, "MORSMORDRE!"
She stood there embraced by the cold windy night, watching as the Dark Lord Mark appeared on the beautiful dark sky.