Prologue

It has been like this for the whole six years of her magical schooling. Was it ever going to end? And guiltily, Hermione admitted she wasn't so sure she wanted it to end. The obvious reason was that it might end in disaster, but personally, she knew no other way of life. War had permeated through her school life and had manifested instincts in her of a fierce sense of protection of her friends and herself, studying DADA with one hundred per cent dedication. And anyone would know for Hermione to do that is a lot. This night, the end was coming.

Hermione hurried down the moving staircases, ignoring the millions of frantic portraits hanging on the walls. Find Harry! Find Harry! Pounded like a heartbeat in her head. This was it. All the preparation and training and now was the deciding draw. Rushing down the last flight of stairs and down the stable staircase, she almost collided into the closed doors of the Great Hall. Bending over and placing her hands on her knees, she stopped for a brief moment, catching her breath. Her hand reached forward to push open the great, heavy doors, but before she had applied any force, they opened on their own accord. Hermione furrowed her brow before straightening herself. The doors moved slowly, opening inwards, revealing a deserted Great Hall.

"Harry?" she called out, but the only reply was the echoing of her call. A cold, frightening air rushed up her back, making the hairs on her neck stand up. Her hand subconsciously slipped into her pocket, reaching for her wand for something like comfort and protection. She gripped it and took a tentative step forwards, her eyes darting around the familiar place filled with unfamiliar, cold silence. Taking her wand out from pocket, she pointed it defensively at nothing. With no sound of warning whatsoever Death Eaters appeared to take off disillusionment charms and surrounded her in what appeared to be hundreds. She looked like a trapped mouse amongst mountains of cats waiting viciously for the moment of ripping up its prey. Hadn't it been all planned? What happened? Wasn't it…? Before she had time to finish, she was floating in the air probably from a levi corpus charm after an "Expeliarmus" was shouted and her wand flew out of her hands. It all took just seconds with no time space to react. You could have defended yourself! You could have done something instead of just stand there! Hermione scolded herself, but it was no use. She could not distract the spell caster as she could not spot him and her limbs were beginning to feel heavy and tired. She was positive it was a spell. As she slowly succumbed to a peaceful, dreaming state, she rolled her head to look sideways, discovering an unconscious Harry floating beside her.


A/N: just a quick fix up.. still not as good as it could be because I wrote this prologue two years ago, but later chapters get better. Enjoy.