OK, this is my first fanfiction ever, so I really hope it turns out ok. As
the first chapter, I don't expect it to be great yet, so bear with me. Hope
you enjoy it!
1 The Seventh Year-Voldemort's Last Victim
Chapter One-Warnings and Realizations
Harry walked down the deserted hallway of the third floor corridor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He couldn't recall what he was doing there, why he didn't have his invisibility cloak on for protection and how he had gotten there for that matter, especially since it was the middle of the summer holidays. Something inside him told him to keep on walking and he willingly obeyed, figuring he didn't really have any choice.
A sudden chill ran down his spine as an icy breeze blew his way, making the torches flicker and dance. His eyes darted in the direction that it came from and spotted a door ajar to his right. The firelight glowed on its polished wooden surface, inviting him into the room beyond. His curiosity overtook him and he gently pushed the door open with a creak.
The minute he stepped into that room, he knew that he had made a horrible mistake. The walls were painted the blackest of black, like a midnight sky with all of the stars blotted out. And the floor was so cold beneath his bare feet that they immediately turned white with numbness. As his eyes got accustomed to the minimal light, he saw that he was not alone. A girl that looked about his age was collapsed on the floor facing the opposite wall, her face completely hidden by a huge mass of bushy brown hair. There was something strangely familiar about that hair…
"Hermione?!?" he yelled in surprise as he rushed to her side. He flipped her onto her back so that he could get a good look at her face and his breath caught in his throat with horror. Her face was as white as snow and her eyes were frozen wide, staring and yet seeing nothing. She was dead. He quickly drew back in fear, panic and disbelief. And he suddenly felt a twinge of pain in his heart that grew and grew and grew until it felt as if it were about to cave in. He looked at the cold, dead carcass of his best friend and came to an utterly surprising and confusing realization.
"No," he whispered. His scar was burning with excruciating pain and he could hear that all too familiar cold, high laugh ringing in his ears. A flash of green light blinded him and the face of Lord Voldemort loomed in the darkness in front of him. "NO" Screaming with true anguish and desperation, he flung himself from the room and sprinted down the hallway, his feet pounding loudly on the stone floor and red, hot tears spilling down his face. He finally collapsed into a heap at the end of the corridor and wept, his head in his hands, his scar still throbbing with incessant pain. And just as suddenly as it had come, all of the pain and cruel laughter in his head ceased and he heard Hermione's honest words to him from so many years before.
"Harry- you're a great wizard, you know" He remembered her face; so soft with concern and the way that she had thrown her arms around him. "…Oh Harry- be careful!" And suddenly Harry felt this feeling of his heart caving in grow stronger until it turned into a warmth that spread through his whole body and all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. And he suddenly smiled, ran his fingers through his hair and said, "Now I understand."
Harry awoke in the morning and sat up, remembering his dream so vividly and how real and new his feelings had felt. He reached for his glasses on his bedside table and as he put them on and his tiny room in his Aunt and Uncle's house slid into focus, he laughed at himself as he realized the meaning of his dream. He was in love with Hermione Granger.
More to come! Hope all you hp fans like it! I'll try to write the next chapter this week. PLEASE REVIEW!!!
1 The Seventh Year-Voldemort's Last Victim
Chapter One-Warnings and Realizations
Harry walked down the deserted hallway of the third floor corridor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He couldn't recall what he was doing there, why he didn't have his invisibility cloak on for protection and how he had gotten there for that matter, especially since it was the middle of the summer holidays. Something inside him told him to keep on walking and he willingly obeyed, figuring he didn't really have any choice.
A sudden chill ran down his spine as an icy breeze blew his way, making the torches flicker and dance. His eyes darted in the direction that it came from and spotted a door ajar to his right. The firelight glowed on its polished wooden surface, inviting him into the room beyond. His curiosity overtook him and he gently pushed the door open with a creak.
The minute he stepped into that room, he knew that he had made a horrible mistake. The walls were painted the blackest of black, like a midnight sky with all of the stars blotted out. And the floor was so cold beneath his bare feet that they immediately turned white with numbness. As his eyes got accustomed to the minimal light, he saw that he was not alone. A girl that looked about his age was collapsed on the floor facing the opposite wall, her face completely hidden by a huge mass of bushy brown hair. There was something strangely familiar about that hair…
"Hermione?!?" he yelled in surprise as he rushed to her side. He flipped her onto her back so that he could get a good look at her face and his breath caught in his throat with horror. Her face was as white as snow and her eyes were frozen wide, staring and yet seeing nothing. She was dead. He quickly drew back in fear, panic and disbelief. And he suddenly felt a twinge of pain in his heart that grew and grew and grew until it felt as if it were about to cave in. He looked at the cold, dead carcass of his best friend and came to an utterly surprising and confusing realization.
"No," he whispered. His scar was burning with excruciating pain and he could hear that all too familiar cold, high laugh ringing in his ears. A flash of green light blinded him and the face of Lord Voldemort loomed in the darkness in front of him. "NO" Screaming with true anguish and desperation, he flung himself from the room and sprinted down the hallway, his feet pounding loudly on the stone floor and red, hot tears spilling down his face. He finally collapsed into a heap at the end of the corridor and wept, his head in his hands, his scar still throbbing with incessant pain. And just as suddenly as it had come, all of the pain and cruel laughter in his head ceased and he heard Hermione's honest words to him from so many years before.
"Harry- you're a great wizard, you know" He remembered her face; so soft with concern and the way that she had thrown her arms around him. "…Oh Harry- be careful!" And suddenly Harry felt this feeling of his heart caving in grow stronger until it turned into a warmth that spread through his whole body and all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. And he suddenly smiled, ran his fingers through his hair and said, "Now I understand."
Harry awoke in the morning and sat up, remembering his dream so vividly and how real and new his feelings had felt. He reached for his glasses on his bedside table and as he put them on and his tiny room in his Aunt and Uncle's house slid into focus, he laughed at himself as he realized the meaning of his dream. He was in love with Hermione Granger.
More to come! Hope all you hp fans like it! I'll try to write the next chapter this week. PLEASE REVIEW!!!