Chapter I
A Walk to Remember
Walking down a lonely strip of road at night was an odd comfort to her. As a cold breeze rushed by her face she felt more in touch with the nature around her. The large pine trees that look so inviting in the day, now only reflect desolate shelters for the little wildlife that still exist in this muggle world. She turned her attention to the moon that rested so placidly in space. The light reflected from the sun lit up the world around her enough to take in the atmosphere and focus her thoughts.
Whenever her life at home got too stressful for her she always found a way to sneak out late at night to be with her thoughts. As much as she respected her parents, they drove her crazy. Just because she had powers beyond a muggle's comprehension didn't mean that the role of a teenager was automatically drawn out from her. She was seventeen, and it is the only natural that parents and children disagree at that age; it's easier for the parents to let their children go when they become such a hassle.
Yet right now, after another fued with her mother and father, she reflected upon what she might do with her life. Having no more required schooling left she weighed her various options of the career she wished to persue in the wizarding world. She definitely didn't want to stay home any longer than she had to, but she also wanted to be with people she was familiar with. Harry had decided to apply for the spot as Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher at Hogwarts while Ron was working with his brothers at their new joke shop, Weasley Whizzes. Ron, she laughed at the thought, was their test dummy.
Ron, she sighed happily as her thoughts rested upon him, was the best friend a girl could ask for. Ever since their fifth year they had grown so close. She missed the long talks she had with him in the common room alone at night and the subtle flirting that Harry never noticed. The two of them had ventured so far as to actually kiss before, she smiled at the memory. Her smile grew broader as she recalled a more extensive kissing lesson with him before graduation. She blushed at the thought of it.
But that was over now, she reminded herself. Ron had decided that he just wanted to be friends, and nothing more. Hermione had to hide the disappointment from herself as she continued walking down the darkening road. The temperature seemed to drop and the air grew stiff. In the distance she could hear grass moving but could see nothing. There were two people, she knew because one was breathing rather loudly and the other was incessantly hissing, "Shut UP!"
Hermione squeaked at the familiarity and quickly withdrew her wand. "Lumos!" she whispered as the world around her lit up quickly. Still, there was only a gray dirt road beneath her feet, surrounded by short green grass, followed closely by the creaking pines.
"NOW!" the impatient voice called out as the other shouted a curse. Hermione found herself immobile and in the possession of the dark Lord Voldemort who had removed his cloaking charm and scooped her up with his wand. Beneath his dark mop of hair she saw Tom Riddle, reborn and smiling at her evilly.
Walking down a lonely strip of road at night was an odd comfort to her. As a cold breeze rushed by her face she felt more in touch with the nature around her. The large pine trees that look so inviting in the day, now only reflect desolate shelters for the little wildlife that still exist in this muggle world. She turned her attention to the moon that rested so placidly in space. The light reflected from the sun lit up the world around her enough to take in the atmosphere and focus her thoughts.
Whenever her life at home got too stressful for her she always found a way to sneak out late at night to be with her thoughts. As much as she respected her parents, they drove her crazy. Just because she had powers beyond a muggle's comprehension didn't mean that the role of a teenager was automatically drawn out from her. She was seventeen, and it is the only natural that parents and children disagree at that age; it's easier for the parents to let their children go when they become such a hassle.
Yet right now, after another fued with her mother and father, she reflected upon what she might do with her life. Having no more required schooling left she weighed her various options of the career she wished to persue in the wizarding world. She definitely didn't want to stay home any longer than she had to, but she also wanted to be with people she was familiar with. Harry had decided to apply for the spot as Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher at Hogwarts while Ron was working with his brothers at their new joke shop, Weasley Whizzes. Ron, she laughed at the thought, was their test dummy.
Ron, she sighed happily as her thoughts rested upon him, was the best friend a girl could ask for. Ever since their fifth year they had grown so close. She missed the long talks she had with him in the common room alone at night and the subtle flirting that Harry never noticed. The two of them had ventured so far as to actually kiss before, she smiled at the memory. Her smile grew broader as she recalled a more extensive kissing lesson with him before graduation. She blushed at the thought of it.
But that was over now, she reminded herself. Ron had decided that he just wanted to be friends, and nothing more. Hermione had to hide the disappointment from herself as she continued walking down the darkening road. The temperature seemed to drop and the air grew stiff. In the distance she could hear grass moving but could see nothing. There were two people, she knew because one was breathing rather loudly and the other was incessantly hissing, "Shut UP!"
Hermione squeaked at the familiarity and quickly withdrew her wand. "Lumos!" she whispered as the world around her lit up quickly. Still, there was only a gray dirt road beneath her feet, surrounded by short green grass, followed closely by the creaking pines.
"NOW!" the impatient voice called out as the other shouted a curse. Hermione found herself immobile and in the possession of the dark Lord Voldemort who had removed his cloaking charm and scooped her up with his wand. Beneath his dark mop of hair she saw Tom Riddle, reborn and smiling at her evilly.