Sixth year.
Pairings- Dramione, Hinny, Nuna, Ron/Lavender, Sizzy, Clace and Malec.
No horcruxes.
City of Fallen Angels or Lost Souls don't happen.
Starts shortly after City of Glass.
AN
I am a Dramione shipper, Ron/Lavender I need to explain something later in the story. But I've put Not Afraid of Anything in the editing process while I get this started.
Prologue.
Draco hated the rain. The hard droplets of water made his suit stick to his body and his platinum blonde hair was plastered to his pale forehead. The weather suited his rather foul mood.
Restore pride to the Malfoy family, my ass. He thought, kicking an empty can as he turned down a dark alleyway to apparate back home to Malfoy Manor. More like: let's see if Lucius' spawn can do a better job than him.
The alley was dark, darker than it should be during a British rainstorm. Water seeped through the ankles of his trousers as he accidently walked into a deep puddle. He was cold, soaked, tired and really not up for joining the dark side. They didn't even have cookies! Dark shadows crept unknowingly towards him.
They crept closer and closer, becoming more humanoid by the minute. He turned his head and shouted "Hello? Is anyone there?"
Nothing answered. Draco quickened his footsteps and immediately decided it would be safer to try a different alley, preferably with lights. He noticed a darker shadow pass in front of him. Draco broke into a sprint and stopped directly in front of an old brownstone building. Old, elegant, covered in statues and stained glass.
Whatever was behind him was closing in fast. And from the building two oh so very familiar figures stepped out. Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom, although they both looked different. Something pulled him down by the ankle and started dragging him back into the backstreet from which he has just escaped from. Draco screamed as he felt more of the creatures start dragging him back. This was it; his final moments. Well this sucks, he thought, I'm never ever going to get laid now, just great. He closed his eyes and waited for the supposed light that would come soon. It never came. With a loud whack the force that was pulling him back was gone. Draco opened his eyes and stared into the mud-brown eyes of Hermione Granger.
Except that they weren't brown, they were a beautiful shade of forest green. Her bushy brown hair was replaced by chin length, stark white hair. Black lines curved around her pale and slender neck. Hermione pulled him up.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"What are you?" He asked in reply.
"I asked you first. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. But what are you?"
"Now's not the time. Come on. Those things will come back." Hermione grabbed his arm and lead him back to Neville.
"Demons outside the institute. That's breaking the law! Why would they do this?" Neville grumbled, he was taller, gone was the fat that surrounded him; replaced with muscles that meant business. Both wore protective black clothing, though Hermione's was more revealing than her Hogwarts self would have liked, spiked heels and her shirt cut of at the abdomen. Clearly this was what they looked like before Hogwarts and what they look like away from school or wizards.
"I don't know everything? Maybe they wanted Draco because they were hungy? Don't know what you'd get from him though. He's all bone."
"I'm still here you know?" Draco pointed out.
"We know." Replied Hermione. When did she get that strong? And when did she get so cocky?
"Demons Hermione!" Shouted Neville.
"How many?"
"Enough to turn us into an all you can eat buffet with leftovers."
"That's just great. Draco get behind us."
"There's nothing there," Said Draco. The black shapes walked out of the shadows and further towards the trio "On second thoughts." He moved behind the highly trained fighters.
Hermione and Neville stepped forward and pulled out large blades from their backs, the demons recoiled in shock of not getting their prey without a fight. But more kept forming out of the shadows. They slashed and hacked out of the demons, turning them back into dust. Draco couldn't help but stare in awe at the graceful yet deadly speed of Hermione fighting, she looked; well what was a safe way to put it, demonic. Neville a path through what was left over. Damn, they're good. No wonder they kept it all a secret; if Voldemort got an eyeful of what they could do he would want them either on his side or dead. His thoughts stopped dead when he felt arms and claws wrap around his shoulders. He screamed in excruciating pain as the claws ripped through tender flesh. Hermione turned around to see her twin brother holding up her schoolyard bully.
"Let him go, brother!" She ordered. He laughed.
"Aren't you forgetting what he's done to you in the past?" He sneered.
"He's pureblood, it's excusable."
"Not for long. Nice to see you, Longbotton. How are the parents?"
"Lovely as always, still working with the Clave." He bit.
"Clave? Your parents are in ." Draco said. Hermione's twin held a knife to Draco's throat. No one needed to tell him his capturer would slit his throat without a second thought if he dared move.
"Let him go, Johnathon!" Hermione tried at her twin again. It didn't work.
"Be seeing you in class, sis."
Johnathon dragged the now screaming Draco into the shadows where he came from. Hermione couldn't help but scream at the loss of another innocent human. The rain poured harder and faster than ever before. It seemed that from here on out; Hogwarts sixth year was in for a cruel treat. Draco was taken and in his place stood Johnathon Morgenstern…
Hermione ran out of the rain and into the Institute, making a beeline towards the portal.
"Where are you going? We have to find out where Johnathon went." Neville raced after her.
"This is my twin brother we are talking about. Jocelyn and Clary have to know. So does Dumbledore." She said, unlocking the door to the portal and staring right into the electrum blue water.
"If Dumbledore finds out we are as good as dead in the Order's eyes. Anyone more powerful than Harry is seen as either a threat or an asset, and right now we are a threat."
"I know- it's a risk that I'm willing to take. We just saw someone who had a family be taken away, someone loved him once upon a time. I don't care if it was someone who gave me crap and bullshit every day; he was a human and that's what matters."
She took a deep breath and took a large step into the portal. The last thing Neville saw was the final tears fall from the bridge of her nose and onto the floor as the rest of Hermione Morgenstern entered the portal…