Black, Red and Brown

Black, Red and Brown

By: Nettie

Chapter One

I watch them while they walk together--three different heads--three different hair colors--black, red and brown. So different in nature--one fiercely proud, one trying to be independent, and the last amazingly clever. The three of them are so different--yet best friends. Harry, Hermione and Ron.

I watch as Ron's arm slips around Hermione's waist, and Harry squeezes her shoulder in encouragement. They don't really realize that people talk about them--about their relationship. They are simply best friends--forever protecting each other.

As I watch them, I reflect on them.

Ron, so proud--so fierce, and so loyal. All he wants in his life, though he has not realized it, is friends, and family, and Hermione. He does not realize his attachment to her--I hope in time that it will deepen into something more sacred.

Hermione is so different than Ron or Harry, she's so determined--she's simply brilliant--someday I hope that she will make something of herself. She's beautiful--even though she doesn't realize it, or she doesn't care.

Then there is Harry Potter, Harry Potter, the hero of the world--the vanquisher of evil. I sometimes wonder if Harry ever had a childhood--I know he didn't, and that has made him cautious. He is still bewildered at his fame--in fact, I think he hates it. He will in time adjust--and prove to the world that he is so much more.

I have watched them since they were born--carefully--well, not me exactly. I had three very trustworthy people watch over the trio. Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher and Remus Lupin have watched Harry, Hermione and Ron since the day they were born.

They are walking towards me now, and Minerva leans towards me.

"Are you going to tell the Albus?" she asks.

I nod, trying not to betray my emotions.

For Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley will play a very important part in the fall of the Dark Order. It is their destiny...they were born for it. Maybe I should explain before I get carried away: I knew that Lord Voldemort would rise again--but I also knew that he could be defeated--not easily--oh no, not easily at all. But he CAN be defeated-- and who else better to defeat the Dark Order than the most powerful coven in the world?

They are, the most powerful coven in the world I mean. It's rather odd--I had always thought that it would Be James, Sirius and Remus who would defeat the Dark Lord. I was wrong--I sometimes am. But James's son has survived, but he will not lead this coven, oh no, the fate of the Wizarding World lies in the small weathered hands of Hermione Granger.

A/N: Well, that's the begging. See, I realized Hermione always has to get rescued by either Ron, Harry or Draco, and being the feminist I am--I decided to write a fic where HERMIONE gets to go one on one with Voldemort, and kick some seriously evil dark lord butt. Sorry this is so short, next part will be up soon!!

By the way, The next Two or Three Chapters of Half the Sugar, Twice the spice should be up sometime soon!