A/N: Hey guys! Okay, so this is my first story ever on FanFiction. Please be gentle (: I've had this story in my head for the longest time, you have no idea. I'm honestly just happy to get it out of my head and into a place where other people can see it. I really want to know what people think about this story. This story will probably be long, so be warned haha.

Oh, and each chapter will be titled something that is important to the story and I will usually have a quote at the beginning. Usually it will be a song quote. If you have any questions as to where I got the quote from feel free to ask away (:

Chapter One: New Divide

"And your voice was all I heard, that I get what I deserved..."

I stood on top of a cliff edge, watching the waves below knock into each other violently as I got pounded by a downpour of cold rain. The rain felt numb on my skin. I had lost the feeling of it an hour or two ago. My mind went blank as I watched the waves grow higher and stronger due to the storm developing over me. I struggled to see past my soaking wet hair that was plastered to my face, covering my eyes.

The waves memorized me. I couldn't look away. I was fascinated when they would knock into each other or when they would knock into large boulders of stone. They each made their own little sound as they did so, like a smack, or a punch. It was like a battlefield. Every time they would crash, I would flinch. It felt like I was experiencing my own battle over again. But here I was, at the end of my battle; my journey.

A bright lightning bolt stole my attention away from the fighting waves below. A loud thunder clap sounded immediately after, shocking me, even though I knew it was coming. I jumped a little, backing away from the cliff edge. I let out a gurgled cry, pushing away the hair in my face. The lightening woke me up from the inactive state I had just been in, reminding me of what I came here to do.

Another lightning strike bolted in front of me, but I didn't jump this time. In that spilt I saw a face. A happy, loving, laughing face that I had grown to love. I closed my eyes. More visions of that face jolted into my mind. Laughing in the common room, dancing at Bill and Fleur's wedding, our first kiss; the more memories I saw just made what I knew I had to do a lot easier. If I did not do it, that face, that man, would no longer be. I could not let that happen.

Again, another lightning bolt lit up the sky. This time more faces popped up. More memories, more laughter, more smiles. I smiled at them, as in a gentle good-bye.

I felt them then, the tears. That tears that had failed to fall in three long, terrifying years. I slowly opened my eyes and put my fingertips to my cheeks, gently feeling the tears fall; as if I couldn't believe it was actually happening. They were coming faster and heavier now, making up for lost time.

My breathing became heavy and soon I was gasping for breath, but the tears still fell. No matter what, this was it. This was good-bye. It was my duty to do this, to step up and be the hero. It was my fault that this all started, and I would be the one to finish it.

The others, the faces I saw, they would expect this from me. They would expect me to make this ultimate sacrifice for them, after everything I've done to them and how badly I've hurt them. But it's not because of them that I choose to do this. It's because of me. I had been raised by my parents the right way, always taught to do the right thing. This was my chance. I would not fail them, not like I had before.

With my parents still lingering on my mind, I took a deep breath , wiped the rushing tears from my cheeks, and backed up to get a running start.

With lightning speed, a punch nailed me right below my left eye. I knew there would be a bruise there in the morning. Though it hurt, I didn't flinch. I was trained not to. With just as much force and speed as I could muster, I threw my arm out and socked the defender in his ear. Although not causing much damage, it was enough to distract him. Given that distraction, I was able to take my wand and yell, "Supefy!" A bolt of red light flew out of my wand and hit my attacker, forcing him back. He hit a tree dropped with a grunt. Although the spell is meant to knock someone unconscious, it unfortunately didn't have the same effect on the living dead. I wasted no time in grabbing the steel gun out of my gun holster and shot a silver bullet into his heart. I didn't miss. I never did. He was dead. He was gone.

I turned around quickly, gun in one hand and wand in the other. I was expecting another fight, but all of the threats were already taken out. Bodies littered the ground. Fortunately, no one on my team was one of them. All in all, I counted nine bodies. I myself had taken out two of them.

I put my gun back in its holster, but kept my wand out just in case. I was taught to be prepared, no matter the situation. I looked around at my teammates. We all locked eyes. We never spoke after a battle, there was no need. We all knew what we were thinking.

They were getting stronger.

Home. A four letter word for a place someone can seek shelter in and feel safe in; comfortable in, be their self in.

Home was the Burrow. Hot, delicious pot roast would be on the stove with the smell still lingering by my nose. Laughter would be heard from the living room; a game of chess to lighten the mood. Harry and Ginny would be cuddling on the couch, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears. George would be showing everybody his latest project for the shop.

Home would be Ron. I would be sitting by the fire and he would come over to me, hugging me tightly and never allowing me to let go. He would whisper "I love you" into my ear, followed by a kiss on my cheek. I would whisper it back faintly, just enjoying the feeling of his arms around me, always reassuring I would be safe.

I am never safe.

Now, I live in a cold, unsafe, unhealthy little shack. Not home. Never home. Not the Burrow.

I wrapped myself in a warm, fuzzy blanket as I looked up towards the ceiling. The bloody hole would always be there, haunting my dreams. I looked away, not wanting to remember the memories that came with that night. The blood stained floor boards would also always be there; no matter how much I've tried to wipe it clean. Nothing worked, not even a spell. A part of me thinks that they cursed the blood so that it would always be a constant reminder of what kind of damage they could cause; always haunting me.

Knock-knock.

The knock at my door startled me, but I didn't jump. I gripped my wand tighter that was already held in my hand. Always be prepared.

I walked slowly to the door, not making a sound. Never alert your predator.

I murmured a soft spell, making the door appear invisible; showing me the person behind the door. What I saw behind the door was a smiling and waving curly headed blonde; Tilly Sharidon. I sighed in frustration, but kept my wand tightly in my hand. Never let your guard down.

I opened the door slowly and waved at Tilly, allowing her inside. "Herm! I could've been some crazy psycho killer! You shouldn't just open the door to me! Preforming the Invisibilia charm isn't enough."

I chucked. "Tilly I don't think a cold-blooded killer would just knock at my door. And even if you were a cold-blooded killer, I'm sure I could take you down."

Tilly sighed, shut my door and moved over to my couch to sit down. "You know Herm; sometimes I think you have a death wish. You are a great fighter but there's always the chance that you'll be taken down. Don't take advantage of that."

A flash of an old memory came into my mind, an old evil laugh, a soft touch on my spine, a fast, running figure. I knew I could be taken down.

I just nodded and moved to sit next to Tilly, waiting for her to speak for I knew she came here for a reason.

I didn't have to wait long. Tilly turned to me slowly, a look of hurt on her face. "Hermione…they're getting stronger, closer to what they need. It's getting to a point where we can't control them anymore. People are going to find out about them, we can't stop that. I'm scared."

I put my head down, looking at my hands. Faded scars met my eyes, forcing me to look away because I can't handle more memories. I looked back up at Tilly, meeting her scared eyes. "I know Tilly. I'm scared too. News is going to reach the Ministry…" I trailed off, not wanting to think about what will happen then.

Tilly and I sat in silence for a few minutes before she spoke so softly that I barely heard her. "I know it's hard for you, a lot harder than the rest of us. You have friends at the Ministry, friends in high places. If news gets to the Ministry, there is a chance that they will get hurt…bad."

I didn't say anything, but I didn't need to. I knew Tilly was right; she knew she was right. All I wanted to do was go home, actual Home. The Burrow. All I wanted to do is lie in Ron's arms and be safe, because I sure as bloody hell am not right now.

A/N: Okay, to be honest I'm not the happiest on the ending to this chapter. I wanted to end the chapter a lot different, but to do that I would seriously have to write a lotttt more. I didn't want to make the first chapter that long. The ending I had orginally wanted for this chapter will most likely be the ending for the next chapter. Oh, and Ron/Hermione fans, do not worry! Ron will come into the story soon and we'll have some interaction with them (: But anywho, orginal ending or not, I really want to know what you guys thought. Please please pleaseeeee review! (Not that I'm begging or anything...) Also, if this story is confusing to you at all right now, thats okay. Thats kinda how its supposed to be at first. I don't want you to know actually whats going on with Hermione just yet. I want to see what your guys guesses are (: But you will find out, don't worry.

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