Finding Forever (verb): Meaning to be remembered for something. To leave your mark on this world. To have a piece of you forever in history…
AN: Well hello there! This is my story called Finding Forever! I do hope you enjoy and don't forget to be a dear and review. I shall update soon! Oh and this is taking place the summer after Dumbledore's death. It'll be loosely similar to Deathly Hollows, but with a big twist. And the Deathly Hollows' plot will play a backseat to mine! J Oh, the joys of fan fiction.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything except my original plot and the characters I make on the way!
..…………….Now On to the Story………………
The Screams of frightened muggles filled the dark night air. People were running every which way, chaos had taken over and fear crept upon the townsfolk like molten lava, burning everything within reach.
Parents shielded their children from the growing fires and explosions as men with skull masks and black cloaks ran about, holding narrow sticks and shouting in a foreign tongue. Green light would fly, flames danced on rooftops like dancing ghosts, and dead bodies littered the cobblestone streets.
Mr. Granger held his wife close as they tried to escape the growing panic and murder happening on their small town street. But before they could reach the end of their once beautiful, but now in ruins, neighborhood, he felt his wife slipping through his arms.
Mr. Granger looked down and found his wife's chocolate brown eyes glazed over and lifeless, staring into the starry sky. He let out a strangled sob, and searched wildly for the murderer, only to see a jet of emerald green light shoot towards him before everything went black.
"NOOO!" shouted Harry as he shot up in his bed, covered in sweat, his eyes roaming around his shared bedroom with Ron at Number 12 Grimmauld Palace.
He heaved a heavy sigh, frightened by his vision. Both scared for the Grangers, but also for their daughter, Hermione, who happened to be sleeping right next door. He knew that this vision wasn't a fake like the one with Sirius.
Harry could sense Voldemort's bloodlust, and due to the dark lord's excitement over the "cleansing", as his followers had been calling the Muggle massacres, he failed to notice the invasion of his mind caused by young Harry. He knew Voldemort was oblivious to the penetration, and that was probably worse than fake visions, cause that meant that the Grangers were actually in trouble.
"Ron! Ron wake up, I think Hermione's parents are in danger!" Harry whispered furiously to his ginger haired best friend, who was loudly snoring in the bed next to him.
"Waa? Wazza happen?" murmured a half awake Ron. He slowly opened his eyes, obviously not sure if he was dreaming or actually awake.
"RON!" Harry practically shouted frustratingly, obviously annoyed that his friend was wasting time!
And with that, Ron realized he was awake and fully understood the words that were coming out of Harry's mouth. He quickly leapt out of bed, only to get tangled in his sheets due to his mad dash to spring to action. He landed in a crumpled heap on the floor, but quickly re-stood, throwing the sheets aside, and rushing out of the room, with Harry closely behind.
"Harry, you go wake Hermione! I'll go wake the adults so they can alert the rest of the Order." said Ron, his eyes dancing wildly. Harry was about to sprint down to Hermione's room, but Ron grabbed his arms before he could go.
"Harry are you sure this is real?" Ron demanded. He didn't want to be lured into a trap like last time.
"There is no doubt that this isn't, Ron. I can feel it!" Harry whispered passionately, a determined gleam in his eyes.
Ron, obviously convinced by Harry's sureness, nodded his head and released Harry. He took off in a sprint down to Ginny's room where Hermione slept.
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Harry skidded to a halt right outside of Ginny's oak door. He put his shaking hand to the knob and turned, stepping into the dark room.
"Lumos", Harry whispered. He quietly walked past the spare bed Hermione slept onto the lamp on the night stand. He turned it on, whispering "Nox" soon after to extinguish the blinding light of his wand.
He crept up to Hermione's bed, and shook her moderately, "Hermione wake up! Wake up, something's wrong!" Harry urged Hermione. Hermione slowly opened her eyes to stare up into Harry's emerald ones.
"What is it Harry? What's wrong?" she murmured groggily, concern etching its way into her extremely tired face.
"Hermione" Harry said dejectedly, releasing a low sigh of sadness. "Its your parents." he said in a whisper.
"What?!" Hermione practically shouted, quickly sliding out of her beds and putting her robes on. Ginny stirred in her sleep at the loud voice of Hermione, but just shifted and soon, light snoring was heard again.
"Hermione, I had a vision. Your parents were in it. I think, Hermione I think…" Harry whispered, his voice cracking. And in that moment, Hermione understood. Her face looked shock, then quickly became contorted, almost as if she were in pain. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at her shaking hands.
"What Harry? What?!" she whispered urgently. She hoped he wouldn't say what she thought he would. Hoped it wasn't true. Hoped for the time in her life that she was actually wrong.
"Hermione, they're dead." Harry said, his voice thick with emotion as Hermione crashed to her knees. Painful sobs racked her body as she cried out for her loss. Harry too fell to his knees and cradled the wounded girl. He hoped his vision was false, but deep down he knew it wasn't. And nothing would ever be the same.
Harry sat in thought in the dusty old library at Grimmauld Palace. These past couple of days had been filled with despair, heartbreak, and in his case anger. It turned out that his vision was true, and that the Grangers were murdered in their small Muggle neighborhood along with twenty other muggles who lived near by. He could remember the sound of Hermione's desperate pleas as she hugged her parents close to her. Her heartbroken cries and screams of "Why". They made him sick. Sick with guilt for not stopping it. Sick with anger at Voldemort and his death eaters from taking his best friends parents away from him. Sick with sadness for Hermione, the orphan. Her pained cries echoed in his head like a recurring nightmare that just wouldn't go away.
AN: Well that was the prologue. Chapter one will be up as soon as this is verified, as will chapter 3 of Your Burning Bridges, Baby! I hope you all are interested enough to come back, and I promise action, romance, and hopefully much better writing in the next couple of chapters! Thanks so much!
-DeterminedGryfindor