Hiding From the Light

by TheEnd97

AU, After the war, Death Eaters have been sent to Azkaban and the world continues. Hermione Granger tries to restore her life and move on from the war, yet something is stopping her. As she deals with personal problems, an outside threat is upon the wizarding world and pasts must be revisiting. What secrets will be revealed and who can you trust? Dramione story.

1. Prologue

I'm not exactly sure what is going to happen here. I recently thought about this story so be patient with me as I try and figure it out. Comments and reviews are appreciated but please refrain from flames as this is my first story and I'm really not sure what I'm doing. Tell me how my story is or any suggestions. Thanks xD.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling except the plot

Prologue:

Sometimes I look around and watch as the world becomes unbearable. All the smiling faces rejoicing in our victory, yet all I can remember is the look on his face as I betrayed him. His normal smirk was nowhere to be found as his sentence was given. All that was left was a haunted expression of hurt that I'd never seen before. He stared at me with that look, while they dragged him to his prison to face a punishment so wrongfully wrought upon him. I would have done anything for him once, yet I became the one to betray him. Me. And that last expression will haunt me forever.

My friends excepted nothing else from me when I spoke against him and sentenced him to his demise. We had been enemies for so long, and they didn't know about the time we spent together forced to accept each others help. Sure it took time but after awhile we became more than friends. We had fought and trusted and, dare I say, loved each other. We relied on one another, yet all that was torn down in a matter of minutes… No I can't think about that any longer. Our side had won the war, and he was where he belonged: Azkaban. To live out the rest of his days. But he doesn't deserve it continued to whisper in my ear. It wasn't his fault. However this changes nothing as I stand to watch him crumble. The rest of the world blames him for all the deaths, my friends blame him for the pain they suffered. They can never know that the real blame should lie with me. They can never know that I, Hermione Granger, one-third of the Golden Trio, the know-it-all, lied to everyone assuring the fall of my former enemy, my hero, Draco Malfoy.

Okay I reedited this piece. Hope it's better.