A/N: OK. I don't know how well this is gonna work, so just bear with me. I
started this as a piece of English coursework, but didn't finish it, so I'm
gonna see how it works now.
Disclaimer: You know what I'm gonna say.
Looking Back.
1 Chapter One: Before
Looking back, things could have been so different. He could still be here, and she could have been killed. By him. He knew when he faced her that it was a case of kill or be killed. It was his pride of course. His stupid Gryffindor pride that made him underestimate the opponent. He knew he should have taken her seriously, then again, their battle was after he became cocky. He would tell us that everything would be alright, that he knew what he was doing. But by the time he came to the last battle, circumstances, and people, had changed.
He thought that because he had defeated the Darkness before, it would be easier the second time. I knew that it would be just the same of course, but would he listen? Of course not. He knew her well. We both did, but I felt that he knew her in a different way to me. She was just Hermione to me, a good friend. We were in different houses at school, which prevented us from talking civilly until our last year at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. He was in her house though. There were three in their little group: him, her and that other boy, although he's dead as well now. That is, I think he's dead, nobody really knows.
At Hogwarts there were four houses: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Gryffindor. Everyone hated Slytherins, especially Gryffindors. I was a Slytherin. Of course, they were in Gryffindor, the 'best' house.
The school only taught good magic. We learned how to defend ourselves against the Dark Arts, and learnt about famous Dark Wizards and Witches in History of Magic of course, but no more. Other schools actually taught their pupils how to practice Dark Magic; one of those was Durmstrang Institute. The only other way of learning how to practice Dark Magic was by joining the 'Darkness' itself.
That's what she did. If she hadn't she would have been a great asset to our side. He was our strongest fighter of course. The only person anyone ever talked about was him. Even in the Slytherin Common Room, where everyone hated Gryffindors, people would come up to me, asking me where he was, if I had seen him, what it felt like to work with him, etc. Once I almost replied, but if I had the first years would have learnt some new words, and I didn't want to get a detention for being a bad influence (not that I cared that much).
We had been rivals ever since we first met. I knew all along that he suspected me of being a Dark Wizard. I'll admit that my parents were, but there was no way I would stoop to their level. I disowned them in my fifth year. I knew all along how they would end up, and I knew exactly what they did on their 'purges'.
Dumbledore did not even attempt to hide what was happening outside the school from us. Every time the Owl Post arrived we would all look scared, hoping that we would be the one to receive a letter in a black envelope, from a black owl. Those who did didn't even have to open it to know what it said. By my seventh year about half of the pupils in the school were orphans. It was as if the cold night air had enveloped the school, sucking it into the Darkness.
At the end of our seventh year he defeated the Dark Lord, restoring daylight to our lives. Only I noticed the look on her face when Voldemort perished. Everybody else was too busy celebrating his win and rejoicing that Voldemort was gone.
Disclaimer: You know what I'm gonna say.
Looking Back.
1 Chapter One: Before
Looking back, things could have been so different. He could still be here, and she could have been killed. By him. He knew when he faced her that it was a case of kill or be killed. It was his pride of course. His stupid Gryffindor pride that made him underestimate the opponent. He knew he should have taken her seriously, then again, their battle was after he became cocky. He would tell us that everything would be alright, that he knew what he was doing. But by the time he came to the last battle, circumstances, and people, had changed.
He thought that because he had defeated the Darkness before, it would be easier the second time. I knew that it would be just the same of course, but would he listen? Of course not. He knew her well. We both did, but I felt that he knew her in a different way to me. She was just Hermione to me, a good friend. We were in different houses at school, which prevented us from talking civilly until our last year at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. He was in her house though. There were three in their little group: him, her and that other boy, although he's dead as well now. That is, I think he's dead, nobody really knows.
At Hogwarts there were four houses: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Gryffindor. Everyone hated Slytherins, especially Gryffindors. I was a Slytherin. Of course, they were in Gryffindor, the 'best' house.
The school only taught good magic. We learned how to defend ourselves against the Dark Arts, and learnt about famous Dark Wizards and Witches in History of Magic of course, but no more. Other schools actually taught their pupils how to practice Dark Magic; one of those was Durmstrang Institute. The only other way of learning how to practice Dark Magic was by joining the 'Darkness' itself.
That's what she did. If she hadn't she would have been a great asset to our side. He was our strongest fighter of course. The only person anyone ever talked about was him. Even in the Slytherin Common Room, where everyone hated Gryffindors, people would come up to me, asking me where he was, if I had seen him, what it felt like to work with him, etc. Once I almost replied, but if I had the first years would have learnt some new words, and I didn't want to get a detention for being a bad influence (not that I cared that much).
We had been rivals ever since we first met. I knew all along that he suspected me of being a Dark Wizard. I'll admit that my parents were, but there was no way I would stoop to their level. I disowned them in my fifth year. I knew all along how they would end up, and I knew exactly what they did on their 'purges'.
Dumbledore did not even attempt to hide what was happening outside the school from us. Every time the Owl Post arrived we would all look scared, hoping that we would be the one to receive a letter in a black envelope, from a black owl. Those who did didn't even have to open it to know what it said. By my seventh year about half of the pupils in the school were orphans. It was as if the cold night air had enveloped the school, sucking it into the Darkness.
At the end of our seventh year he defeated the Dark Lord, restoring daylight to our lives. Only I noticed the look on her face when Voldemort perished. Everybody else was too busy celebrating his win and rejoicing that Voldemort was gone.