Author's note: Just wanted a little something to post as a Prologue of sorts. It's a school night, so deal with it's shortness. And yes, I am a sick, twisted person. This is a Hermione and Tom fanfic. Enjoy :) Reviews are appreciated.
Eyes on Fire
When Hermione was one year, three months, two weeks, and five days old, she spoke her first word.
For a young girl of Hermione's intellectual power, taking her such a long amount of time to speak was bizarre. At least that's what friends of the family had told her parents. They had convinced Jebedia and Sarah Granger that there was something wrong with their daughter. There were many countless hours dedicated to attempting even a simple "Mama?" from the child. No such hope was found.
In actuality, there was absolutely nothing wrong with her. She was a healthy, happy little girl. The need to speak had just never come to her. With parents as attentive as hers, what could she possibly have to say?
She knew how. It wasn't too difficult to figure out after a few weeks of watching her parents make comments on people and places. Hermione understood well.
But only did she find the need to speak when she looked up to the sky one night. It was a cool evening, and the stars were quite bright. Dinner was being prepared at the Granger household. Seeing as she was an only child, lagging behind her mother was always an option to relieve her boredom.
By chance, Hermione set her innocent brown eyes upon a bright green mark on the horizon. From the window, she had difficulty seeing it in it's entirety. Tugging on Sarah's sleeve, she was granted the attention of the two dentists in kitchen.
"Snake." Was the first word out of her mouth, as she pointed to exactly that, slithering from a skull.
Miles away, the very man who had cast the light in the sky was marching to bring Harry Potter to his death.