I Think We're Alone Now
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A/N: Alright, here's another fan fiction. I haven't written one for ages, because I've been working on my own novel, and doing school work and all that. I hope I haven't lost my touch! This is a DM/HG fan fiction, and is rated M for later chapters.
-Facts about the story:
Set in Hermione's seventh year, but everything is normal - Dumbledore is alive and well, Draco and Severus are still at Hogwarts, however, Voldemort's power is still growing steadily and everyone is still preparing for a war. This is a bit of a short beginning, but chapter lengths will increase as always.
Anyway, enjoy the story and please review. Constructive criticism and compliments are greatly appreciated, but outright complaining and flames and nasty comments aren't so please keep them to yourself. Thank you!
Chapter One - Train Ride
Darkness enveloped the world like a shroud being tucked around a corpse and a dark figure shrunk away from the window. Silvery moonlight was beginning to filter through the thick dark clouds drifting along the sky. Illuminating a small town slowly, the light dripped in the window and approached the dark figure as it moved over to a large bed. Hermione Granger lay down on her bed and stared unblinkingly at the ceiling. Her seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be starting the next day and for some reason, she was scared.
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Whatever happened to the excited hustle and bustle of September the first no one really knew, but people guessed that most people were quiet with fear and anxiety. Of course, the Dark Lord's war plans were known throughout the Wizarding World and no one really owned a fighting spirit. Harry Potter walked along with his usual entourage which was the Weasley family, frowning at the depression roaming around him.
Hermione quickly caught up with them with pink cheeks and her familiar smile, which could only be mirrored by her two best friends. Setting out to give hugs to the family and Harry, Hermione's smile didn't falter even though she felt terrible that day - the fear that had settled inside her the previous night hadn't left her. They hurried goodbyes to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and set off for the train as the whistle sounded shrilly across the platform, now people got a bit of life inside them.
"Why is it that they're all depressed until the whistle blows?!" Ron asked irritably, shoving a couple of second years who were talking merrily in the doorway. "Yeah, thanks for letting us through, mate! Eurgh," Hermione and Harry merely laughed at their friend and followed him onto the train, smiling at the wide-eyed second years. Finding an empty compartment, the trio relaxed in the comfortable seats and yearning for the mouth-watering feast that was awaiting them at Hogwarts.
A few minutes after the train had set off, Hermione opened her trunk and began pulling on her school robes, being watched curiously by her two friends. She looked at them for a moment before gasping and pulling something out of her pocket, "here guys, I forgot to tell you because the holidays were so busy, but look!" she held out her hand where a gleaming golden badge lay regally on her palm.
"You're Head Girl and you never mentioned it to us?" Ron asked in disbelief, recognising the badge with a grimace. Harry had picked it up and was observing it whilst Hermione finished getting changed, "I had enough of this thing when Percy had it, I bet mum's disappointed that there wasn't another head boy in the family - Ginny's still got time though."
Hermione laughed and took her badge, quickly pinning it on her chest before heading to the door. "I have to go and talk to the Prefects, give them their duties and so on. I won't be that long, I wouldn't think, and I want to know who the Head Boy is. If it's Malfoy I think I'm going to scream." Sliding open the door, she looked out onto an empty corridor. Waving goodbye to Harry and Ron, she made her way toward the Prefects' compartment, wondering which fifth years had received the badge.
Glancing out of the window at the top of one of the doors at the end of the train as she passed, and felt the subsiding fear rise again up to her throat. She didn't know what it was, but it wasn't a nice feeling. Someone tapped her on her shoulder, but her eyes were still locked on the window, she wanted to turn around but why couldn't she move?! The person moved to her side and waved their hand in front of her eyes and she snapped out of the trance. Shaking her head, she turned to face the person and her mouth fell open.
It was a boy. He was a Slytherin. And he was Head Boy.