-Hermione-
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"Tenebrae."
The stream of power surged through Hermione, leaving her with a feeling of loss. Pain engulfed her eating away her pupils. Her eyes were blinded with a cloth so tightly that she could not open them to see if it was true . what he had done.
"Time to wake up Mudblood," the same voice sneered.
-
Hermione shot up. To her relief, she was in bed. 'Just a dream, Hermione, just a dream,' she said to herself. Beginning to calm down, she lay back down in her masses of pillows and sheets.
She shot up again. Something was not right. Opening her eyes, Hermione brushed over them. She couldn't see them. Panicking, she rubbed her eyes, blinking furiously, trying to see her room, her bed, anything.
But it was no use. Her eyes would not see. Dark shadows clouded over them. Hermione felt her bed. Was this real? Was she still in a dream?
The frustrated girl brushed over something unfamiliar on her bed. She picked it up and felt it. It was a cold cloth. A cold silk cloth. Hermione didn't recall having silk on her bed. Panic swept over her body again.
Pinching herself hard, Hermione made sure she wasn't in a dream. She got out of her bed. Her hands hovering in the air shakily, she tried to make it to her parents' room. But the catch was that her parents had the master bedroom all the way at the other end of the hall. She felt herself trip against a hard and sharp corner.
'I can't make it at this stupid fucking rate,' she thought.
"Mom! Dad!"
Sitting down on the floor, she could feel vibrations of footsteps closing in. Moving her hands around, Hermione tried to feel whatever was moving.
*Yawn*
"Hermione, it's 5 in the morning. You don't wake up until 6 dear. What's the matter." It was her father. She relaxed and reached out. "I'm right next to you dear." Frustrated, Hermione started crying.
"Which side are you on dad."
Thomas Granger thought something was definitely wrong and bent down. He blinked his eyes furiously and cupped her face with his hands. Clearly peering into her eyes, he saw nothing. No expression, no radiance. His daughter's brown eyes were glazed, giving them a queer look.
"Hermione, can you see me?" he asked softly.
She felt someone staring intently at her, but looked straight ahead. "No. No one."
Hermione pulled herself up from the floor. "Nothing. I can't see a thing. Not a fucking THING!" she cried hysterically.
Cradled in her father's arms, Hermione fell asleep feeling useless . handicapped . crippled . blinded.
-Draco-
Back at the Manor, Malfoy smirked. Killing Mudbloods and muggles galore was bad. Destroying them without killing them was worse. He took away her sight, her most precious function of her body. She couldn't read, study, or write properly. He handicapped her. He wasn't ashamed.
He had snuck into the Granger house. It was part of the initiation.
It was one of the key things that the Voldemort and Lucius had taught him. He had learned how to destroy someone's life.
-
The yellow slits had eyed him sneakily.
His voice drawled lazily.
"We'll just see about this Draco. If you do better damage than I hope, you might be able to join the Deatheaters."
'No kidding. This shriveled Mudblood was stricter than what his father had hinted. No doubt that the evil man had a hardened heart by late childhood.'
"What must I do, my Lord," He said, bowing down.
"Lucius has told me about a particular classmate, a Mudblood classmate."
"Yes, my Lord."
"I hear she's advancing quicker than you."
"Yes, my Lord. However, she spends all her time in the library, nose stuck in a book."
"Nonetheless, she receives better grades than you. Am I correct."
"In some classes, you are correct my Lord."
"Well then, I have a proposition to you."
"Yes, my Lord?"
"Destroy her."
'This was a worse git than I thought. A quite stupid git too. Destroy her to be a Deatheater? There must be a catch to this shit.'
"Of course my Lord."
"Don't kill her though. Destroy her. Slowly. By the end of the school year, she shall be stripped of everything. Let it be as worse as a Kiss. Patiently take her pride and joys away from her. Haunt her and leave her helpless. The result of 'project' shall determine my position for you in the Deatheaters."
He bowed lower and kissed his robes. 'This guy gives tasks too simple.'
"Thank you my Lord."
Draco apparated out of the scene to the Granger house. It was very simple, yet larger than a usual suburban house.
"Damned dentists."
It was too normal, too Hermio-Granger.
It wasn't hard to break in. Just a twist of your wand in the keyhole could open it.
"Stupid muggles are too stupid with their security system."
Draco soon found her room. Quite spacious for a Mudblood. He glanced at the sleeping form. She was curled up in a ball. Apparently she tied her hair in a loose ponytail. The boy chuckled; long strands of bushy hair would have probably gone up her nose or something.
He edged closer and took out the silk cloth. A snake strikes its victim weak at the first bite. What did the dear Mudblood treasure the most? Her sight of course. She practically lived with her eyes for her books and homework.
Granger heard a slight rustle and woke up groggily.
"Hello Mudblood," a male voice said in a harsh whisper.
Fully awake, she turned in her bed to looked in shock.
"Silencio," Draco said before she could scream.
She looked at me in fear. Damn that girl, she could speak with her eyes.
Eyes.
I cupped her cheek. "Lovely eyes you have there."
She only stared.
"It would be rather nice to get rid of those eyes. You know, plenty of blind Mudbloods out there."
Reality shook her and she started to crawl out.
My knife glinted in the moonlight. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
She glanced at the knife and slowly sat down on her bed in front of me.
"Very good darling." Draco murmured as he blinded her with the cloth. He didn't care if it was too tight. Pressure was good when torturing.
"Tenebrae."
If he didn't put the silencing charm on her she would have screamed so hard it would have woken up the whole of London. Eating away the vision of a person is such a terrible thing.
"Wake up Mudblood," Draco said in a sneer and apparated out . but not before he placed a memory charm. She would remember what happened, but she would never know who did it. 'Just to be safe, Draco, just to be on the safe edge.'
-
"Draco, the Dark Lord will proud of you." His father smirked.
Draco held his head high. "You know father, this means I will also have a head start at school as well. Killing a Mudblood may be fun. But destroying without killing a life is even better. Her advantages are passed on to me."
"I know Draco, I know." Malfoy Senior sneered. He turned around and said softly, "I am proud of you too."
-Hermione-
The week before school at Hogwarts began, Hermione felt like she was living in hell. She spent almost her entire time at her personal library. Everyday, she swept her hands through her books. She brushed the dust off of the books of her early childhood, touching the hard covers of thin picture books. She touched the binding of her thicker books.
Finally, she found her copy of Hogwarts A History. She fingered the gold lettering on the spine. She flipped page after page, trying to recall what were written on what seemed like blank pages at her fingers. Frustrated, hot tears caressed her cheeks. Throwing the book down, she cried in anguish.
Slowly, she picked it back up. Hermione tenderly tended to the folds that she had just made in the pages when she threw it down.
Hearing a cry, Annette Granger ran into the library. Seeing her daughter on the floor with her favorite book brought tears into her own eyes. She brought her up and cradled her in her arms. "Oh Hermione I'm so sorry honey. I'm so sorry."
Hermione had bought all her school books with Harry and the Weasleys, a few days after they had received their letters. And that was especially "letters" for Hermione. Sure, she had gotten the two letters, one of the terms for Hogwarts this year and the other of her school list. But encased with Dumbledore's wax seal, it was that letter Hermione had been waiting for.
With no owl, she had no way of telling Dumbledore of her situation. Hedwig was back with Harry at the Dursley's and Pig had gone with the Weasley's on another exotic vacation in celebration of Mr. Weasley's promotion.
Anyway, it was also hard for Hermione to write. Her once neat, elegant handwriting had turned into a shaken scrawl. The words were positioned like a rollercoaster and Hermione couldn't think straight.
But somehow, in the back of her heart, she knew Dumbledore knew.
And so she spent her time with her unreadable books. Occasionally, stroking Crookshanks, Hermione would touch the edges of her treasured trunk. She would feel the plain cloth of Hogwarts uniform and robes.
Only once did she feel the cool metal of her Head Girl pin.
-
-
"Tenebrae."
The stream of power surged through Hermione, leaving her with a feeling of loss. Pain engulfed her eating away her pupils. Her eyes were blinded with a cloth so tightly that she could not open them to see if it was true . what he had done.
"Time to wake up Mudblood," the same voice sneered.
-
Hermione shot up. To her relief, she was in bed. 'Just a dream, Hermione, just a dream,' she said to herself. Beginning to calm down, she lay back down in her masses of pillows and sheets.
She shot up again. Something was not right. Opening her eyes, Hermione brushed over them. She couldn't see them. Panicking, she rubbed her eyes, blinking furiously, trying to see her room, her bed, anything.
But it was no use. Her eyes would not see. Dark shadows clouded over them. Hermione felt her bed. Was this real? Was she still in a dream?
The frustrated girl brushed over something unfamiliar on her bed. She picked it up and felt it. It was a cold cloth. A cold silk cloth. Hermione didn't recall having silk on her bed. Panic swept over her body again.
Pinching herself hard, Hermione made sure she wasn't in a dream. She got out of her bed. Her hands hovering in the air shakily, she tried to make it to her parents' room. But the catch was that her parents had the master bedroom all the way at the other end of the hall. She felt herself trip against a hard and sharp corner.
'I can't make it at this stupid fucking rate,' she thought.
"Mom! Dad!"
Sitting down on the floor, she could feel vibrations of footsteps closing in. Moving her hands around, Hermione tried to feel whatever was moving.
*Yawn*
"Hermione, it's 5 in the morning. You don't wake up until 6 dear. What's the matter." It was her father. She relaxed and reached out. "I'm right next to you dear." Frustrated, Hermione started crying.
"Which side are you on dad."
Thomas Granger thought something was definitely wrong and bent down. He blinked his eyes furiously and cupped her face with his hands. Clearly peering into her eyes, he saw nothing. No expression, no radiance. His daughter's brown eyes were glazed, giving them a queer look.
"Hermione, can you see me?" he asked softly.
She felt someone staring intently at her, but looked straight ahead. "No. No one."
Hermione pulled herself up from the floor. "Nothing. I can't see a thing. Not a fucking THING!" she cried hysterically.
Cradled in her father's arms, Hermione fell asleep feeling useless . handicapped . crippled . blinded.
-Draco-
Back at the Manor, Malfoy smirked. Killing Mudbloods and muggles galore was bad. Destroying them without killing them was worse. He took away her sight, her most precious function of her body. She couldn't read, study, or write properly. He handicapped her. He wasn't ashamed.
He had snuck into the Granger house. It was part of the initiation.
It was one of the key things that the Voldemort and Lucius had taught him. He had learned how to destroy someone's life.
-
The yellow slits had eyed him sneakily.
His voice drawled lazily.
"We'll just see about this Draco. If you do better damage than I hope, you might be able to join the Deatheaters."
'No kidding. This shriveled Mudblood was stricter than what his father had hinted. No doubt that the evil man had a hardened heart by late childhood.'
"What must I do, my Lord," He said, bowing down.
"Lucius has told me about a particular classmate, a Mudblood classmate."
"Yes, my Lord."
"I hear she's advancing quicker than you."
"Yes, my Lord. However, she spends all her time in the library, nose stuck in a book."
"Nonetheless, she receives better grades than you. Am I correct."
"In some classes, you are correct my Lord."
"Well then, I have a proposition to you."
"Yes, my Lord?"
"Destroy her."
'This was a worse git than I thought. A quite stupid git too. Destroy her to be a Deatheater? There must be a catch to this shit.'
"Of course my Lord."
"Don't kill her though. Destroy her. Slowly. By the end of the school year, she shall be stripped of everything. Let it be as worse as a Kiss. Patiently take her pride and joys away from her. Haunt her and leave her helpless. The result of 'project' shall determine my position for you in the Deatheaters."
He bowed lower and kissed his robes. 'This guy gives tasks too simple.'
"Thank you my Lord."
Draco apparated out of the scene to the Granger house. It was very simple, yet larger than a usual suburban house.
"Damned dentists."
It was too normal, too Hermio-Granger.
It wasn't hard to break in. Just a twist of your wand in the keyhole could open it.
"Stupid muggles are too stupid with their security system."
Draco soon found her room. Quite spacious for a Mudblood. He glanced at the sleeping form. She was curled up in a ball. Apparently she tied her hair in a loose ponytail. The boy chuckled; long strands of bushy hair would have probably gone up her nose or something.
He edged closer and took out the silk cloth. A snake strikes its victim weak at the first bite. What did the dear Mudblood treasure the most? Her sight of course. She practically lived with her eyes for her books and homework.
Granger heard a slight rustle and woke up groggily.
"Hello Mudblood," a male voice said in a harsh whisper.
Fully awake, she turned in her bed to looked in shock.
"Silencio," Draco said before she could scream.
She looked at me in fear. Damn that girl, she could speak with her eyes.
Eyes.
I cupped her cheek. "Lovely eyes you have there."
She only stared.
"It would be rather nice to get rid of those eyes. You know, plenty of blind Mudbloods out there."
Reality shook her and she started to crawl out.
My knife glinted in the moonlight. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
She glanced at the knife and slowly sat down on her bed in front of me.
"Very good darling." Draco murmured as he blinded her with the cloth. He didn't care if it was too tight. Pressure was good when torturing.
"Tenebrae."
If he didn't put the silencing charm on her she would have screamed so hard it would have woken up the whole of London. Eating away the vision of a person is such a terrible thing.
"Wake up Mudblood," Draco said in a sneer and apparated out . but not before he placed a memory charm. She would remember what happened, but she would never know who did it. 'Just to be safe, Draco, just to be on the safe edge.'
-
"Draco, the Dark Lord will proud of you." His father smirked.
Draco held his head high. "You know father, this means I will also have a head start at school as well. Killing a Mudblood may be fun. But destroying without killing a life is even better. Her advantages are passed on to me."
"I know Draco, I know." Malfoy Senior sneered. He turned around and said softly, "I am proud of you too."
-Hermione-
The week before school at Hogwarts began, Hermione felt like she was living in hell. She spent almost her entire time at her personal library. Everyday, she swept her hands through her books. She brushed the dust off of the books of her early childhood, touching the hard covers of thin picture books. She touched the binding of her thicker books.
Finally, she found her copy of Hogwarts A History. She fingered the gold lettering on the spine. She flipped page after page, trying to recall what were written on what seemed like blank pages at her fingers. Frustrated, hot tears caressed her cheeks. Throwing the book down, she cried in anguish.
Slowly, she picked it back up. Hermione tenderly tended to the folds that she had just made in the pages when she threw it down.
Hearing a cry, Annette Granger ran into the library. Seeing her daughter on the floor with her favorite book brought tears into her own eyes. She brought her up and cradled her in her arms. "Oh Hermione I'm so sorry honey. I'm so sorry."
Hermione had bought all her school books with Harry and the Weasleys, a few days after they had received their letters. And that was especially "letters" for Hermione. Sure, she had gotten the two letters, one of the terms for Hogwarts this year and the other of her school list. But encased with Dumbledore's wax seal, it was that letter Hermione had been waiting for.
With no owl, she had no way of telling Dumbledore of her situation. Hedwig was back with Harry at the Dursley's and Pig had gone with the Weasley's on another exotic vacation in celebration of Mr. Weasley's promotion.
Anyway, it was also hard for Hermione to write. Her once neat, elegant handwriting had turned into a shaken scrawl. The words were positioned like a rollercoaster and Hermione couldn't think straight.
But somehow, in the back of her heart, she knew Dumbledore knew.
And so she spent her time with her unreadable books. Occasionally, stroking Crookshanks, Hermione would touch the edges of her treasured trunk. She would feel the plain cloth of Hogwarts uniform and robes.
Only once did she feel the cool metal of her Head Girl pin.
-