Ships: Harry/Hermione
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A/N: This is kinda angsty, and I want this to be novel length. This is an
original plot that I thought of when I was listening to this one song. But,
the song has nothing to do with the story. Kapesh? Kapesh. Oh yeah! The song
is called Dog Eats Dog and it's from Les Miserables.
Chapter I: Terror in the Wizarding World
The torches that lit the street were dark, leaving only the moon to shed
light on Main Street in Hogsmeade. Draco Malfoy, now 25 and engaged, hurried
along the street. It was three in the morning, and he was the only one on the
street that he could see.
But in the shadows, where he couldn't see, a dark figure lurked, ready to
strike... to kill. The figure watched Draco as he passed by quickly. They
examined their fine wire garrot: perfectly sharp enough to go through his
throat.
Draco was anxious to get home to his fiancee. He quickened his pace.
The shadowed figure grinned, and followed him silently. When they were
behind Draco, they grabbed the wire, and threw it around his neck.
This, Draco Malfoy is for ruining my life at Hogwarts! The shadowy
form viciously whispered into his ear before pulling the wire taught and
beheading Draco.
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Hermione Potter leaned back into her chair and propped her feet up on her
desk. She sighed; third victim this week...all people she knew from Hogwarts.
First Pansy Parkinson. Then Cho Chang. Now Draco Malfoy. Her office at the
WFBI (Wizarding Buerau of Investigation) had been going mad trying to find
evidence and suspects and calm down the wizarding community.
She glanced at her desk and grinned; a picture of her and her two best
friends; Harry and Ron; in their fifth year. Next to that a picture of her
child; Iris; and her wedding picture. Her husband Harry worked as a professional
Quidditch player for Puddlemere team.
Hermione tore her gaze away from the pictures to look at the clock. Time
to go home. Sighing wearily Hermione packed up her stuff, left her office and
Apparated home.
A/N- I know this is short but it's going to start getting super long. There
are no Mary-Sues in this: only characters you know and love. Any guesses so
far on the murderer? Want to make a suggestion on who I should kill off?
Review or e-mail me @ XHermionePotterX@AOL.com ! Smooches- Honest
Deception