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Oh yeah, and * = thoughts.
Between Heaven and Hell
Hermione looked into her coffee cup, staring at her reflection in the dark, black liquid. She sighed heavily.
*I am happy. I am happy. I AM.
And after all, why shouldn't I be? I am one of the, if not the best student known to Hogwarts. My name was published in Hogwarts, A history just this year after I graduated. That should have been my greatest dream come true (As Ron often pointed out) I've been dating the golden boy, The Boy Who Lived, which every girl had wanted to date at one point in their lives, for 3 years! Its just.something is missing. And I can't figure it out. Its like I've almost finished the puzzle, I'm just missing one piece. *
She looked down at the cover of her untouched copy of the Daily Prophet. The Dark Mark, a green skull with a snake, hovered above a small cottage with flowers growing in every direction. There were mangled vines growing over the roof and if you looked close enough, you could see the gnomes crawling around in the gardens. She looked from the picture to the article. Every member of the family was killed except for someone her own age, or maybe a bit younger.
*That person should be unhappy! What excuse do I have? My life not being exciting enough? No no, that's not it.*
She sighed again, while reading the story in the paper. She wasn't sure why she still read them. Ever since Voldemort had risen again, there had been countless murders all over the country. Every story was the same. The family had been killed by deatheaters for unknown reasons. She gave an involuntary shiver.
'Hey, 'Mione, are you ok? It's bloody burning up out here and your shivering.' A voice she didn't even have to look up to recognize said.
She leaned back in her black metal chair and squinted up at Harry. His emerald green eyes were staring at her intently, she felt as though he was burning a whole in her forehead. She forced her best toothy grin at him. Why did she have to force smiles at him now?
'I'm fine, just reading about another attack.. you know how I feel about them.. its scary just to think about.'
Harry smiled faintly and ran a hand through his messy black hair. He sat down in a chair next to Hermione and quickly scanned the article.
'I know exactly what you mean.. there have been so many attacks..i just wish I could do something, you know? I feel so helpless.' Harry replied, looking perplexed.
'Harry.. your already helping the Ministry look for Voldemort and you've helped get some major lead-on's.. your anything but helpless!' She replied.
*That's Harry for you.. the hero who has to save everyone at once. I'd be happy with just half of his bravery. He is just never happy with himself or how much he is doing.*
'I know your right, Hermione, but I still feel like I should be doing more.' He smiled at her and leaned in to give her a kiss, but before their lips met Hermione heard another familiar voice.
'Awww...the worlds favorite couple together again.' Ron said rather causticly.
'Oh, sod off Ron!' Harry replied, grinning at Ron. Hermione smiled at them both but inwardly sighed.
Things from their Hogwarts days never changed. They would both ignore her now that they were together, they always did. The would reminisce about the things they had done without her and she'd be forgotten, sitting there. She shook her head. Perhaps she was being a bit melodramatic, but she wasn't going to sit there, nevertheless.
'Hey you guys, as much as I would love to stick around, I think ill drop by the library and head home.' Hermione said to Harry and Ron, who looked up at her.
Ron smiled at her. "Well, that was predictable." Hermione decided to ignore this comment.
'Do you want me to come?' Harry asked, already standing up.
'No no, you stay here, I have shopping to do anyways.' Before he could object, Hermione started off around the corner, away from the little café. She knew she could just apparate, but it was such a nice day, it would be a waste, and she was never too big on flying.
~*~
She had only been walking for about 10 minutes, enjoying the business of the little muggle town, when it thundered loudly overhead, her only warning before it began to pour. She could feel her chestnut colored hair sticking to her forehead already.
'Oh bloody hell.' She sighed aloud, searching her brain for a water repel spell-it had been so long since she needed one.
'Normally, I'm smart enough to bring an umbrella.' She grumbled to herself, ducking into an alley.
The alley didn't turn out to be much protection, which is why she didn't notice anyone behind her until they were practically touching her. She whipped around, about to get her wand out, but it was too late.
'Stupify!'
The last thing she recalled before blacking out was the blurry shapes of 3 hooded figures.
~*~
Hermione woke up with a start, sitting up quickly causing her head to throb painfully. She brought a hand up to her head and massaged it, looking down at herself. She was still wet from the rain she had been in earlier, and her robes were torn and dirty. All she remembered was being hit with a kind of curse.
'Most likely a paralyzing curse.' She thought grumpily rubbing her head again.
She suddenly became aware of movement around her, and she glanced around the room. Despite the gloomy darkness, she could tell she was in some kind of cell, with nothing but dirt on the floor.
The walls however, were carved with all kinds of snakes. Actually, some of the snakes were alive, she found, as one hissed at her threateningly. She crawled backwards, resting against a wall on the other side of the small cell, and gasped with dawning realization.
*Snakes.hooded figures.* Images of the houses with the dreadful dark mark hovering above them popped into her head. Hermione's scream pierced the silent, dreadful night.
(A/N: I thought maybe I'd end the chapter here......Nahhh)
'Shut up you filthy mudblood!' A voice from outside her cell said. She looked up at the person, a terrified expression on her face.
The guard looked painfully familiar, but she could not place him. Another man stepped next to the first one. 'Goyle, we have orders to take this one to him, he said right away.'
Hermione silently gasped. *Goyle!? Of course! Crabbe and Goyle. of course they look familiar!*
Both Crabbe and Goyle were bulky, as they had been before, however now they had an air of self-confidence.
'Get up, mudblood!' Crabbe yelled at her. She looked at the wands in both of their hands and hastily decided to get up.
Goyle quickly muttered a curse at her, and she felt her hands tied tightly behind her back.
Goyle pushed her forward, leading her through a dark corridor. She could see hundreds of snakes carved into the walls around her. They almost looked alive with the firelight dancing off of them.
Crabbe stopped suddenly, causing Hermione to lurch forward. Goyle grunted, obviously annoyed. She looked at the bloodred door in front of her and shivered.
Crabbe and Goyle pulled her through the door and she found herself facing a large chair. She could feel her heart beat quicken with a sense of foreboding.
The chair swiveled around revealing a man who was dashingly handsome despite the disgusted look on his face. He had white blonde hair that looked like silk, though he needed a haircut badly. He had silver eyes that looked frosted over with ice.
*Wait.silver eyes.why do those look familiar?*
'Hullo, Granger.'
Suddenly, Hermione recognized this man. Her knees buckled under her. She was looking straight into the face of Draco Malfoy.
~*~
Harry sighed, he found walking home on foot a pain. But after his largely portioned meal with Ron, he thought he could use the exercise.
He held his stomach, which was aching from the intake of food. He figured Hermione was probably inside drying off, having most likely been drenched in the earlier downpour.
As Harry rounded the corner to the street on which he lived, it only took him a second to regain his composure when he saw the dark mark hovering over his house.
He broke into a dead run.
~*~
Well that's all for now! I hope you liked it, remember, I love reviews! Oh yeah, and flames are welcome!
I should have the next chapter out soon!
Oh yeah, and * = thoughts.
Between Heaven and Hell
Hermione looked into her coffee cup, staring at her reflection in the dark, black liquid. She sighed heavily.
*I am happy. I am happy. I AM.
And after all, why shouldn't I be? I am one of the, if not the best student known to Hogwarts. My name was published in Hogwarts, A history just this year after I graduated. That should have been my greatest dream come true (As Ron often pointed out) I've been dating the golden boy, The Boy Who Lived, which every girl had wanted to date at one point in their lives, for 3 years! Its just.something is missing. And I can't figure it out. Its like I've almost finished the puzzle, I'm just missing one piece. *
She looked down at the cover of her untouched copy of the Daily Prophet. The Dark Mark, a green skull with a snake, hovered above a small cottage with flowers growing in every direction. There were mangled vines growing over the roof and if you looked close enough, you could see the gnomes crawling around in the gardens. She looked from the picture to the article. Every member of the family was killed except for someone her own age, or maybe a bit younger.
*That person should be unhappy! What excuse do I have? My life not being exciting enough? No no, that's not it.*
She sighed again, while reading the story in the paper. She wasn't sure why she still read them. Ever since Voldemort had risen again, there had been countless murders all over the country. Every story was the same. The family had been killed by deatheaters for unknown reasons. She gave an involuntary shiver.
'Hey, 'Mione, are you ok? It's bloody burning up out here and your shivering.' A voice she didn't even have to look up to recognize said.
She leaned back in her black metal chair and squinted up at Harry. His emerald green eyes were staring at her intently, she felt as though he was burning a whole in her forehead. She forced her best toothy grin at him. Why did she have to force smiles at him now?
'I'm fine, just reading about another attack.. you know how I feel about them.. its scary just to think about.'
Harry smiled faintly and ran a hand through his messy black hair. He sat down in a chair next to Hermione and quickly scanned the article.
'I know exactly what you mean.. there have been so many attacks..i just wish I could do something, you know? I feel so helpless.' Harry replied, looking perplexed.
'Harry.. your already helping the Ministry look for Voldemort and you've helped get some major lead-on's.. your anything but helpless!' She replied.
*That's Harry for you.. the hero who has to save everyone at once. I'd be happy with just half of his bravery. He is just never happy with himself or how much he is doing.*
'I know your right, Hermione, but I still feel like I should be doing more.' He smiled at her and leaned in to give her a kiss, but before their lips met Hermione heard another familiar voice.
'Awww...the worlds favorite couple together again.' Ron said rather causticly.
'Oh, sod off Ron!' Harry replied, grinning at Ron. Hermione smiled at them both but inwardly sighed.
Things from their Hogwarts days never changed. They would both ignore her now that they were together, they always did. The would reminisce about the things they had done without her and she'd be forgotten, sitting there. She shook her head. Perhaps she was being a bit melodramatic, but she wasn't going to sit there, nevertheless.
'Hey you guys, as much as I would love to stick around, I think ill drop by the library and head home.' Hermione said to Harry and Ron, who looked up at her.
Ron smiled at her. "Well, that was predictable." Hermione decided to ignore this comment.
'Do you want me to come?' Harry asked, already standing up.
'No no, you stay here, I have shopping to do anyways.' Before he could object, Hermione started off around the corner, away from the little café. She knew she could just apparate, but it was such a nice day, it would be a waste, and she was never too big on flying.
~*~
She had only been walking for about 10 minutes, enjoying the business of the little muggle town, when it thundered loudly overhead, her only warning before it began to pour. She could feel her chestnut colored hair sticking to her forehead already.
'Oh bloody hell.' She sighed aloud, searching her brain for a water repel spell-it had been so long since she needed one.
'Normally, I'm smart enough to bring an umbrella.' She grumbled to herself, ducking into an alley.
The alley didn't turn out to be much protection, which is why she didn't notice anyone behind her until they were practically touching her. She whipped around, about to get her wand out, but it was too late.
'Stupify!'
The last thing she recalled before blacking out was the blurry shapes of 3 hooded figures.
~*~
Hermione woke up with a start, sitting up quickly causing her head to throb painfully. She brought a hand up to her head and massaged it, looking down at herself. She was still wet from the rain she had been in earlier, and her robes were torn and dirty. All she remembered was being hit with a kind of curse.
'Most likely a paralyzing curse.' She thought grumpily rubbing her head again.
She suddenly became aware of movement around her, and she glanced around the room. Despite the gloomy darkness, she could tell she was in some kind of cell, with nothing but dirt on the floor.
The walls however, were carved with all kinds of snakes. Actually, some of the snakes were alive, she found, as one hissed at her threateningly. She crawled backwards, resting against a wall on the other side of the small cell, and gasped with dawning realization.
*Snakes.hooded figures.* Images of the houses with the dreadful dark mark hovering above them popped into her head. Hermione's scream pierced the silent, dreadful night.
(A/N: I thought maybe I'd end the chapter here......Nahhh)
'Shut up you filthy mudblood!' A voice from outside her cell said. She looked up at the person, a terrified expression on her face.
The guard looked painfully familiar, but she could not place him. Another man stepped next to the first one. 'Goyle, we have orders to take this one to him, he said right away.'
Hermione silently gasped. *Goyle!? Of course! Crabbe and Goyle. of course they look familiar!*
Both Crabbe and Goyle were bulky, as they had been before, however now they had an air of self-confidence.
'Get up, mudblood!' Crabbe yelled at her. She looked at the wands in both of their hands and hastily decided to get up.
Goyle quickly muttered a curse at her, and she felt her hands tied tightly behind her back.
Goyle pushed her forward, leading her through a dark corridor. She could see hundreds of snakes carved into the walls around her. They almost looked alive with the firelight dancing off of them.
Crabbe stopped suddenly, causing Hermione to lurch forward. Goyle grunted, obviously annoyed. She looked at the bloodred door in front of her and shivered.
Crabbe and Goyle pulled her through the door and she found herself facing a large chair. She could feel her heart beat quicken with a sense of foreboding.
The chair swiveled around revealing a man who was dashingly handsome despite the disgusted look on his face. He had white blonde hair that looked like silk, though he needed a haircut badly. He had silver eyes that looked frosted over with ice.
*Wait.silver eyes.why do those look familiar?*
'Hullo, Granger.'
Suddenly, Hermione recognized this man. Her knees buckled under her. She was looking straight into the face of Draco Malfoy.
~*~
Harry sighed, he found walking home on foot a pain. But after his largely portioned meal with Ron, he thought he could use the exercise.
He held his stomach, which was aching from the intake of food. He figured Hermione was probably inside drying off, having most likely been drenched in the earlier downpour.
As Harry rounded the corner to the street on which he lived, it only took him a second to regain his composure when he saw the dark mark hovering over his house.
He broke into a dead run.
~*~
Well that's all for now! I hope you liked it, remember, I love reviews! Oh yeah, and flames are welcome!
I should have the next chapter out soon!