Malevolent Vengeance of a Broken Heart.
Okay I've made a change in this story…originally it was my OC but I decided that Hermione fit this role perfectly.
Plot: With Voldemort's return, Malfoy and the death eaters start to band back together. People start to disappear and die. Hermione has watched Harry and Ron complete their seventh year at Hogwarts, spending hers studying to be an auror. Everything is going to plan, the horcruxes were being found and the Order of the Phoenix was finally making headway.
Things take a turn for the worse when Hermione witnesses Ron and her boyfriend killed brutally. Set on revenge, she disappears.
A year later, she returns when she hears Harry is nearly killed and returns to Grimmuald Place to finish her revenge.
But not everything goes to plan…Sirius/Hermione eventually.
(Sirius Black is NOT going to die, but has been rescued from the veil. I was so upset by this in the book that we are all just going to pretend JK had a momentary slip in judgement, ok? :p)
Prologue: Game changer.
The stars will cry
The blackest tears tonight
And this is the moment that I live for
I can smell the ocean air
And here I am
Pouring my heart onto these rooftops
Just a ghost to the world
For a second I wish the tide
Would swallow every inch of this city
As you gasp for air tonight
I'd scream this song right in your face
If you were here
I swear I won't miss a beat
Cause I never…
Never have before.
Story of the year – Anthem of our Dying Day.
It had been a particularly beautiful day for a Scottish winter. Transparent rays of sunlight had pierced the shallow clouds like golden fingers, leaving melted snow in their path. The sky had been streaked with red as dusk approached the village and the farmers had taken this as a good sign that tomorrow was to begin with warmth without rain.
As the train pulled into the station from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the crowd was buzzing with excited murmurs at being reunited with their loved ones. It had been a particularly hard year with the return of Lord Voldemort and the constant disappearances of both muggles and wizards alike. It was a time for coming together and being with loved ones but it was also a time of fear. The Wizarding world scoffed at the gossip and put on a brave face. Under the surface, however, the circumstances were eerily similar to the years following Voldemort's demise.
As Hermione watched the train doors slide open with a labored shink, she lightly patted the arm of the red-headed women at her side who gave her a watery smile. Her lips lifted up at the side in a small smile as Molly Weasley shuffled impatiently as she waited for her youngest son to arrive. Hermione knew she had missed her son as much as she had missed her best friend.
'Let's get a better view,' she smiled, linking Molly's arm with hers. The older witch grumbled as they edged forward for a closer look and a rush of students pushed past her and craned their necks to search for their families. Hermione felt herself smiling warmly at a mother close to her who, sobbing heartily, embraced her small disgruntled son. She could barely see a tuft of the boy's fiery hair as she squeezed the boy tightly. Hermione caught Molly's hands tearing a tissue into tiny pieces out of the corner of her eye and bit back a laugh. She amused herself with the thought of her itching to embrace her son in such a manner while she searched for the towering red headed boy in the crowd.
A flutter of excitement tickled her stomach as she thought of who would be with him. Briefly closing her eyes she saw his face perfectly, narrowed dark brown eyes and a lopsided grin that made her heart skip a beat. His black hair swept carelessly over his eyes as he smiled just for her. Opening her eyes to the darkening sky, a blond boy with sharp features whom she knew all too well, pushed past her roughly. Her scowl echoed Molly's affronted scoff as her eyes followed the boy's path to his parents. Hermione's frown deepened as she caught sight of the intimidating man who placed a hand on his son's shoulder.
'Manners just like his father,' Molly sniffed but her demeanor changed dramatically as a tall, skinny boy with jet black hair almost walked straight into Hermione. She giggled as the boy caught himself sharply and stammered an apology. He swept his hair out of his face to better see where he was going and suddenly realized who he had walked straight into.
'Hermione!' he smiled and pulled her into a hug. 'How are you?'
Hermione smiled at one of her best friends and took in his pale face and hollow eyes.
'I'm good Harry,' she nodded, pushing her curling locks over her shoulder, 'You look tired.'
Harry's green eyes clouded over and he ran a hand through his forever messy mop of hair. He gave her a half smile and shrugged.
'You know how it is 'Mione.'
Chewing on her bottom lip she nodded and couldn't help but be envious. She would have loved to have finished Hogwarts with her two best friends, but other matters were more important. She knew Harry was working as hard as her to find the horcruxes and prepare himself for battle.
'Harry,' Molly smiled affectionately and drew the boy into a tight hug that rivaled the women still standing to Hermione's side. Molly busied herself with attempting to brush down Harry's hair as he made excuses to depart.
As Hermione giggled and turned her head back to the train she felt the laughter die in her throat. Watching the young man whom she had been through so much, she couldn't help but notice the ever expanding clear distinction between the two boys she had just encountered. Men, she had to correct herself, remembering that Harry was of legal age now. Draco's arrogance and pure duplication of his father's personality could not be more different that Harry's headstrong and obviously overwhelmed persona. She couldn't help but glance at the robe that covered Draco's dark mark. Sweeping her curls out of her face she mentally shook the thought from her head; nothing would ruin her mood today. Beside her, Harry had departed with a swift kiss to Hermione's forehead with a promise to see her soon. It wasn't long before Molly let out an excited giggle and Hermione followed her gaze to a figure striding towards them. Hermione's heart swelled as the figure caught her eye and that lop sided grin spread across his face.
'Blake,' she whispered and pushing past the child who was still being crushed by his mother, she ran to the man she was so enamored with. She felt the troubles of the world leave her as he pulled her into his arms. He let out a low groan and squeezed her tightly against him as she weaved her fingers into his robe.
'I've missed you 'Mione,' he whispered and she smiled into his chest. Pulling away lightly he lightly captured her lips with his and she felt fireworks erupting inside her. This boy could capture her heart with a simple kiss. A delicate but obvious cough came from behind them and Hermione felt a blush creep into her cheeks. Blake pulled away further and placed his arms around Molly's shoulders, pulling her into a hug.
'Hullo Mrs. Weasley,' he smiled with a toothy grin and winked at Hermione as he saw a blush sneak into the older women's face.
'Oh, Molly, please,' she giggled and placed a hand to her chest. Hermione turned into Blake's side as he stepped back, hiding a grin. She knew Molly loved Blake and was almost pleased that she had decided to date him and not Ron so she got to see him on a regular basis. Placing a chaste kiss to her forehead, Blake turned just in time to see a fiery red head push past him playfully and embrace his mother who stood at least two heads shorter than him.
'Oh Ronny,' Molly's bottom lip trembled and she locked her arms around the tall boy's waist as he attempted to console her. He rolled his eyes at Hermione and pulled futilely at his mother's iron grip.
'Cmon mum your embarrassing me,' he hissed and sure enough, a red blush was growing in the boy's cheeks. Shuffling around to face the pair he groaned playfully as he saw Hermione tucked underneath Blake's arm.
'Come on Hermione,' he sighed lightheartedly, 'I'm going to be expected to beat him up if you keep up with this bloody bollocks.'
Hermione pushed him lightly and grinned as Molly scolded his language.
'Don't be ridiculous, Ronald,' his mother grumbled. 'The only thing expected of you is to hurry up and find yourself a nice witch to settle down with before people start asking me if you catch for the other team.'
Ron groaned and his face turned a darker shade as Hermione giggled and corrected the women she was so fond of.
'Bat for the other team, Mrs. Weasley,' she grinned and almost caught a glimpse of a smirk on the old witches face. If Hermione didn't know better she would think the older witch was embarrassing her son on purpose. However, she put on a good ruse and muttered about new age codswollop and civil unions as she pulled her reddening son away.
Blake grinned and pulled the girl back into his side as they began to walk towards the barrier between the stations. Ron decided to push the boy's luggage as he chatted more happily to his mother about his last year at Hogwarts and how Professor McGonagall had promised him a glowing reference to the Auror's department. Hermione did not miss the deep frown on Ron's face as he reminded her mother of Ginny travelling home with Remus Lupin so she could stop by at Grimmauld place to see Harry before returning to the burrow. Smiling, she linked her fingers with Blake's and reveled in how small she felt in his grip. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and she smiled up at him. The receding sunset left a halo of light around his ruffled hair and she pressed herself closer as they walked through the barrier.
'This year wasn't the same without you,' Blake pouted as they walked ahead of the Weasleys.
Hermione sighed; she did not want to talk about not completing her seventh year at Hogwarts with him again. He had made it clear he didn't want her to leave to study the ways of an Auror but had tried his best to support her. Her dark gaze narrowed as she caught his and he chuckled, knowing what she was thinking. Releasing her hand, he placed it at the small of her back and brushed her long curls with his knuckles.
'I just missed you is all,' his smile left her weak and she chewed her lip as she studied his perfect features. Almost too perfect, she had once thought. Memorizing each eyelash, each fragment of gold molded into the deep brown of his eyes, the way the light shone on his tanned skin; she could not help but wonder why he was standing here with her. She knew she was pretty but he was an Adonis, something was almost supernatural about his good looks. As she caught a glance of her Ron's red head from the corner of her eye, she felt her heart fit to burst. Her favourite people were back with her, and she was sure as hell not going to let them go.
The silken sheets of the bed beneath Hermione suddenly seemed cold without the warmth of Blake. She slid from the bed and felt her arms prickle with the cold air as padded across the wooden floor of her now abandoned parents house. A small stab of guilt ripped through her as she remembered the night she oblivated any trace of memory her parents held of her. She pushed the memory aside and sniffed, she did not want to ruin Blake's birthday. Leaning lightly against the doorframe as she reached the bathroom, she couldn't help but smile as she watched the man she loved try to force his dark locks into a perfectly ruffled appearance. His dark gaze caught sight of her in the mirror and he grinned sheepishly. Turning towards her he took her face in his hands kissed her deeply, running his fingertips across her rosy cheek. A slight frown came across his brow as his eyes searched her face and he placed his wrist to her forehead.
'Ok that's it,' he nodded with emphasis as he pushed the hair out of her eyes and took hold of her hand. 'I'm staying home with you, no arguments.'
Blake pulled her lightly back to the bedroom, pushing the sleeves of his dark sweater up as he rearranged the pillows for her. Hermione pulled out of his grasp and crossed her arms,
'Don't make me get back into this Blake Reid,' she said sternly, 'You are going out with Ron and Harry on your birthday, not staying here with me sick in bed.'
Blake ran a hand through his hair, the muscles in his forearm clenched as he turned to her with a sigh. Reaching for her he pouted slightly as she stepped back and shook her head.
'No,' she pointed a finger at the door, 'I'm fine. Go.'
He gave her his lop sided smile and held his hand out for her to take. Pulling her into his arms he kissed her forehead,
'My beautiful, sick girl,' he whispered and she brushed her chest with her hand as she smiled up at him.
'My lucky boy,' she teased and squealed as he picked her up and dropped her lightly onto the silken sheets of her bed. His smile faltered slowly as his chocolate eyes stared into hers and a blush started to creep into her cheeks at the intensity of his gaze. Just as he began to lower his lips to hers, Hermione heard a disgruntled groan that could only belong to one person.
'Can you keep your hands of each other for five minutes,' Ron groaned playfully and tossed a stray pillow at Blake who caught it swiftly.
Blake turned back to Hermione and grazed her knuckles with his lips, 'I won't be long, promise.'
She smiled and turned her gaze to Ron and a very pale looking Harry as Blake picked up his coat from the end of the bed.
Harry threw himself weakly down on her bed and groaned. Ron looked rather pleased with himself as he explained that Harry had caught the same stomach bug that she had.
Blake held back a grin as he watched the sick pair look at each other sympathetically and was glad that at least Harry was here to keep her company. Turning back to Blake, Hermione smiled weakly
'Take care of him, Won won,' she grinned as Ron scowled. He extended his middle finger to her at hearing his hated nickname, courtesy of a heated affair with Lavender Brown. She felt the bed shake lightly as Harry laughed heartily beside her which quickly dissolved into a painful groan.
Blake turned casually towards her and blew her a chaste kiss as he left the bedroom with Ron in tow. She could hear Blake teasing him down the hallway and Ron's scowl as the door slammed shut behind them.
Hermione lay back down, curling around the silken pillow that still held the scent of cinnamon and musk of Blake. Breathing in deeply, the twinkling diamond at her finger caught her eye and she wondered if she could be any happier than in that very moment. She had no idea how long she lay there smiling, finally falling asleep to the rhythmic snores of Harry beside her.
Waking up hours later, Harry was no longer at her side but a ruffled indent in the sheets indicated a recent departure. Her sleep was broken and filled with dreams of dark shapes and screams. Rolling onto her side, Hermione glanced outside the window. The moon was high and bright in the side and she groaned, feeling horrible. The clock outside chimed midnight and she wondered how long it would be until the boys were back.
A loud and erratic knock echoed through the house, making Hermione sit up with a start. Her head pounded with a dizzy rush as she scrambled out of the bed, not bothering to pull anything on over her night gown. Her heart was beating in her throat as fear began to trickle into her conscience. Running across the wooden floorboards towards the front door she almost crashed into a bleary eyed Harry as he came stumbling out of the kitchen. Fear weighed heavily in her stomach as the chiming of the clock echoed throughout the house. Her hands shook as she placed them on the dark wood of the door and caught sight of a figure standing hunched outside the door. Only one figure.
Harry reached her side and their world was thrown upside down as he wrenched the heavy door open. The dark figure was holding themselves up by a shaking arm on the door frame and Hermione felt a bubble of hysteria rise in her throat. The once white frame of Hermione's parents house was now tattooed with a river of ominous red. The figure slumped as Harry attempted to steady them and pull them into the doorway. Hermione stumbled back and her hand gripped the door so tightly that her knuckles were porcelain white. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she shook her head. The figure looked like he was wearing the dark sweater she had earlier tangled her fingers in and his dark hair swept into his face in a perfectly messy way.
Only it could not be who she thought it was.
The gaping cut in his midsection was not there before. The dark blood slowly seeping onto the floor could not be his. The lips she had kissed were never pulled into a pained grimace before. She closed her eyes; this was not real, just another bad dream. Harry was yelling at her but she could not make out the words. Her legs gave way and she slid to the floor, the edge of her thin nightgown slowly turning red. Not until she heard her name pass his lips did she open her eyes, the same lips she had last seen smiling at her.
'No,' she choked as she saw his shaking hand reaching for her.
There was so much blood.
Harry was yelling shakily at her about a healer and suddenly he apparated with a distinctive pop. Her fingers were slick with Blake's blood as she tightly wrapped them around his. Tears began to pool in her eyes but she brushed them away, she would not let them blur her vision of him.
'Blake, what?' she whispered, her throat burning as she pressed her hand to the steady flow of red seeping from his chest. His jaw was clenched in pain and his eyes were glassy as he drew his gaze over her face, trying to remember every last part of her.
'Malfoy-' he choked and shook his head as Hermione tried unsuccessfully to stop his bleeding. ''Mione, look at me.'
Hermione choked back a sob as she drew his gaze back to his. 'Ron?' she whispered, the word searing her throat as she saw the small movement of Blake's head, confirming what the lead weight in her chest already knew. She could not breathe as she watched his shallow breaths and ran a shaky hand down his bloodied cheek.
'It will be okay,' she whispered, tears streaming down her face as he gave a low cough. Wiping the blood that ran from his mouth, she felt her heart begin to crumble under his obsidian gaze. Forcing a weak smile, he squeezed her hand lightly as his breaths became shallower.
''Mione,' he sighed so quietly that she had to lean in to hear him. 'I love you.'
Hermione choked on a sob as she curled her fingers into his bloodied jacket and closed her eyes, placing a soft kiss to his warm lips. She did not feel his warm breath on her lips as she pulled back and as she caught sight of his unblinking gaze, she felt the remainder of her heart shatter. She barely heard the voice of Harry and the healer as they returned. Didn't feel her remaining best friend place his hand on her shoulder, or the tears that fell down her face.
She only knew that this was it.
That nothing would ever be the same.
That he was dead.
With a resounding pop, Hermione disappeared. Someone was going to pay.
Well there you go…first part of my new resolved story!