Return
by sick-atxxheart
Prologue
It was cold the night Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy disappeared. The moon was high in the starless sky and the wind whipped through the trees in the Forbidden Forest with a surprising intensity. The students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were all safely in their beds, as were almost all of the teachers and staff; but two students were running full speed along one of the darkest corridors in the building. The Gryffindor robes of the girl, recognizable by the gold and scarlet that adorned them, clashed very obviously with the green and silver of the boy. It was very recognizable even to the passer-by that the two were not normally associated with one another; the girl had brown hair and a kind face, while the boy had extremely blond hair and a face that reflected his ever-present sneer but also the pain that he seemed to always feel inside. As they ran, they didn't look at one another, but instead concentrated on running as silently as possible. Both had an evident, but still carefully hidden, look of fear on their faces. They weren't sure what they were running from- something else, or themselves.
The moon shone on both their faces when they came to a halt on the open terrace that was on the top of the highest tower of the school. The moon glared back at them, revealing the fear they had tried to conceal on their faces. The darkness of the tower ad the light of the moon contrasted sharply, making an almost eerie sheen over the eyes of the boy and the girl. Silver eyes met brown, and without a word, they delicately took one another's hands. Stepping on the ledge, without a single breath they both jumped in the same movement, not feeling themselves falling. They felt nothing.
They never hit the ground. All that was left of them was a trace of red, silver, green, and gold that shimmered in the air, a subtle message: two were gone, leaving their colors behind. They had left al behind.
They were gone.
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Albus Dumbledore was the first to hear the news that two of the most important and most influential children in the school were missing. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger; the son of a known Death Eater, the most likely to follow in the path of the Dark; and then the bookworm, the one most likely to never desert the Light. It was an interesting combination, and Dumbledore couldn't seem to shake the feeling that the two who hadn't just gone for a midnight stroll together. No, something was wrong- something was very wrong. Every once in a while, students went missing, but often they had just wandered the wrong way or had gotten hopelessly lost in the huge halls of Hogwarts. The cases were always just brushed off as accidents and regarded commonly as funny, but Dumbledore had no reason to believe that two of the most brilliant and powerful students in the school would have gotten lost, much together on the same day at the same time. Dumbledore had many things on his mind, as usual; but he couldn't shake off the worry he felt over these two. They would both be a powerful asset to the Dark, just as they were to the Light when they showed it.
Cover-up stories were made for the remaining students. It was fairly obvious to everyone when someone was missing, and had been for the whole day so far; as much as it wasn't admitted, the houses were all connected more than they knew. Gossip was shared and spread, and by the time breakfast was over it had swept through the Great Hall that the Slytherin prince and the Gryffindor princess had disappeared, and hadn't been seen at all since the previous night. Ridiculous stories were told, and Dumbledore watched with interest from the Head of the staff table as students whispered, giggled, and alternately looked worried. The staff had, of course, been informed to be on the alert; but Dumbledore had told a few, such as Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape, that he did not have high hopes of finding them. HE hadn't had a reason. It was a premonition, a feeling-and unfortunately in this case, Dumbledore had a way of being right.
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The green, silver, gold, and red were discovered later that day. Dumbledore had rushed up to see it, and he had been mystified beyond belief. It looked to be a joke, but all his best magic couldn't make the trick reveal itself as a faux. He had even questioned Fred and George Weasley, as to see if this was one of their products; they had diligently assured him that it wasn't, and he believed them. But the red, green, silver, and gold shimmers in the air wouldn't go away, and the beauty of the entanglement of the clashing colors was almost breathtaking.
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In the darkness of this world
In the times of old
The shimmering eyes of silver
And the shining heart of gold
Fade into darkness
Surrender to black
They know to this world
They aren't coming back
And the fading eyes of silver
And the dimming heart of gold
Live the life of darkness
In the times of old
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This is in place of my fic 'If All Is Lost'. I am just more in the mood to write this one. Who knows if it will go anywhere. The above poem-ey thingie is mine. Was it any good? Does this seem any good? I know Draco and Hermione definitely seem a little OOC, but they had to. More will be explained in following chapters.
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