From the Ashes
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Starring: Dark!Hermione
Teaser: It intrigued her, this new found strength and will she had and at the whispers of the fury inside her skin she decided to ignore the curiosity that burned nearly as bright.
AN:: Yes yes, I'm staring another story to add to the rest of my rather infuriatingly unfinished works but to be honest these stories just come up from out of no where and bite me. They are beginnings that need to be told to hopefully inspire others to write more and not just myself. I hope that by writing these silly little snippets down and out in the public perhaps I can help give birth to a whole new writer or even a fan of what I find myself enjoying. Its all about spreading the joy and fascination that these worlds give us and hopefully that alone will see to it no one demands my head on a spike for how off course my writing seems to get.
Now then; blah blah blah don't own Potter-verse or any lyrics from In This Moment (damn they are a good band!) but my own imagination and that is a dark and dirty place if I do say so myself. If I could by Potter rights I would and branch off into alter worlds that all start from a time distortion in third year. Because, come on, who gives a 14 year old such a powerful piece of magic? Seriously? I'm 25 and I would abuse the shit out of that thing for incredibly stupid stuff just because I could or because I wanted to see what I could get away with.
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From the Ashes
Chapter 1: Fury; The Beast that Knows No End
Influence (In This Moment - From the Ashes)
I have nothing to fear
I have nothing to say
You have nothing to take this from me
Years of screaming in pain
Years of anger and rage
I will not be your slave
Devastation poured off Hermione in waves as the girl come young woman watched as Bellatrix neatly sliced through her lover's neck with a jaunty smile and a wink. The action causing the brunette to go completely silent even at the last small smile of comfort was forever frozen on Fleur's lips. Anger so deep and buried burned brightly as it clawed its way out and up from the mental box she had shut it away it; causing an alarming amount of magical backlash to play over the area surrounding her. Eyes so dark they appeared black rose from the statuesque face of her now deceased lover to lay upon Bellatrix with enough force to make the mad woman physically stagger back in true fear.
Words of damnation, defilation and mocking held no standing to the gaze that promised a slow and painful death as their owner stood slowly as though the brunette was a puppet being pulled up by strings. With a wave of her hand the magic suppressors shattered and fell to the ground causing her tormentor to pause in shock before a dark wave slammed into her and proceeded to shatter the self-proclaimed 'pure witch' into nothing more than a broken doll. At the sight of Bellatrix, broken and bleeding on the ground Hermione smiled as her fury sung its victory before screaming to be fed again as her black eyes fell to rest on Fleur's body. It would not rest, it would not halt and it would not listen to excuses falling from the traitors lips… all it wanted was to feed and feed she would.
Carefully stepping to Fleur's body the demon once known as Hermione "Smartest Witch of Her Age" Granger, let her magic flow over the woman to shrink and flatten her into that of a card. Kneeling, she picked it up and felt the fury recede a little so that she could fully look upon the image of her lover with a soft smile. "I will break this world apart for you; my love, my life." Lightly tipping her head slightly so that the cards edge gently rested upon her skin she sighed before standing and slipping the card to her pocket as her eyes darkened once again falling to the fiery fury that sung proud in her veins. "I will burn this world and everything in it." She promised as she looked to the broken form of Bellatrix, a sly smile slipping over her lips as she lifted a hand and sent the bitch to hell with her own form of vengeance. "Starting. With. You."
Watching in morbid fascination at the burning witch, Hermione's attention was soon stolen by another person deserving the same hell designed fate. "You're alive?" She watched in amusement at the goggled look she received from Draco's father before revulsion oozed over her skin at the weird images that floated through her mind as she caught his eyes. The beast in her skin howled at the injustice and abuse she saw in what she assumed to be the man's mind before he snapped her from her thought and his. "Well no matter." He huffed in that arrogant way that always set her teeth on edge. "Seems…ugh, by Morgana! What is that?!" The alarm at seeing the still fiery corpse of Bellatrix gave her the edge she was quite happy to take as she spoke quietly, the steel in her voice enough to set the blonde prick on the defense. "You…in a moment."
Seeing the coward rise to the top, she bordly watched at the bleach blonde ponce tried to retreat from the room only to fall prey to a nearly solid wall. "Ah, seems having all that 'pure' blood does nothing for the brain." A wicked smirk played at Hermione's lips as she edged closer to the man, enjoying the faint look of fear in his eyes even as he tried to simultaneously talk himself up, insult her and play nice. However much she began to enjoy the chatter, with a twitch of her pointer finger she spoke sharply. "Quiet." And was incredibly interested in how her magic responded as it shot out and shaped itself over the elder Malfoy's lips to sew them closed.
Curiosity perked up inside her at the pained look on the man's face. "Oh I'm sorry… is the fact you are forced not to speak so painful?" She taunted even as his wand came out and pointed in her direction. In hindsight, the presence of that wand should have scared her after all the wielder of it was known in dueling arenas as being as creative as he was deadly. But at the moment she felt no fear from the chunk of wood sticking in her face and holding her inside this cell of a room, a room she fully intended to leave so that she could start reaping her vengeance.
"I apologize for cutting this short, but I have places to go…people to kill and you Sir are in my way." Smiling with a hint of malicious intent, Hermione barely took a step before a violent purple light left the man's wand and hit her. Confusion crossed both her face and that of the elder Malfoy as the spell seemed to have no effect. "Interesting." She spoke with a puzzled undertone before throwing her hand out and watching as a similar purple light left it and neatly carved out a baseball sized hole where his stomach was. It was with a morbid sense of curiosity that lead the brunette to walk over and kick the fallen man over so she could see the damage his own spell had done. "Quite curious." She mumbled to silent air as a soft beckoning voice reminded her of the task at hand. "Ah yes, I should get going. So many people to send to Death and Hell." She sighed even as her eyes swirled back to black as she continued. "So little time." Passing the blonde prick that had spawned Draco; she half-heartedly set him alight with a flick of her wrist.