Breaking my Resolve
Does it look like I own a big house or have more money than HRH Queen of England? No? Then I'm not JKRowling, and the only thing I own is some of this stories plot and the clothes on my back, everything else belongs to her.
Author's note: Hey, this is my first attempt at a fic, I've just got this to say, in need of a beta and H/GW and R/Hr sucks, honestly Rowling. Are you delusional, oh I'm sorry, I'm keeping you too long, forgive me, this story is based loosely on me…..oh and this story will be from Mione's POV.
One: Different Shades of Wrong.
Hermione Jean Weasley. God, I hate that name. What made me marry that fool, oh wait, I know the answer, Amortentia, the most powerful love potion available to man (and woman). But don't worry, we have a plan, and it's so wrong, a sin, but what they did to us, was a sin against God, you don't mess with a Soul bond. You see, dear reader, a soul bond is kind of like a match made in heaven to use a metaphor, you split one up, you are punished, severely, divine intervention my ass, I'll enact my own revenge, and boy, will it be sweet. You don't mess with the Smartest Witch of the Age and her secret lover, The Boy-Who-Lived, saviour of the Wizarding world, or as he prefers, Just Harry and expect to get away with it, oh no.
Now, my Harry, he's a different story, the world sees him as their leader, the one who will save them from the impending darkness, a messiah like figure if you will, he's their only hope, but he's my Harry, my everything. I would not be here if it weren't for him, and vice versa, we save each other every day, and we're gonna save each other again, tomorrow, but for now, I'll wait for the sun to rise, soon, I'll be saved.