Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in my story. All of it belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Warnings:
*Rated T but might or might not change
*Hermione/Draco pairing
*Sensitive topics
*Is compatible with all books except the ending of DH epilogue mostly
*Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks are still alive.
Summary: The war has ended and now the Wizarding world is rebuilding itself. Hogwarts, after a summer of reconstruction, is open for new students also inviting those whose studies were disrupted by the war. There is no witch or wizard in Britain who was not scarred by the war, but there are those who were scarred so deep that it was hidden from loved ones so as to not make them suffer.
Prologue
Hermione Granger was sitting in a small bright room looking out the window. The sun had long since sunk and for now the many inhabitants of the house were silenced with sleep. Her thoughts were once again stuck in the recent past.
Panic flooded her body but she had learned long ago that mind over body was what mattered. Quickly she did the only thing possible and pointed her wand at Harry hoping it would be enough to buy them time. Someone grabbed her from behind and she struggled but to no effect.
"Get off her!" Ron was yelling but that only made them turn on him. They punched him to the horror of Hermione and she saw him spit blood.
"Stop! Stop!" she pleaded but it fell on deaf ears.
"Crucio!" the pain was immediate and intense. She was no stranger to pain but this was something she had never imagined. It was like being prodded all over with white-hot needles. She dropped to all fours trying not to scream but after only a second her screams were echoing of the walls.
"What else?!" she heard from as if from a distance and felt the pain increase. She soon collapsed writhing on the floor. Unconsciousness was creeping up on her and she struggled to fight of the curse. "ANSWER ME!" but she couldn't, the last thing she saw was a pair of scared silver eyes.
The sound of winds outside broke her out of her reverie. Quietly she walked away from the window and carefully climbed into bed so as to not wake the redheaded girl she was sharing it with. Turning on her side she soon fell asleep tracing the thin scar at her neck.
AN: I'm not sure how this story will be received but will post the next chapter after either 4 reviews or three days.
-A