Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me please don't sue!
Fresh start
Running along the deserted streets of New York it seemed stripped of life. Bodies littered the curb side; dumped and abandoned in the mad rush to flee. Why worry about the dead when there is still some people alive and able to escape? The echoing moans of agony that refracted off the cold and stony buildings, were the only sign that some were still alive. Too scared to stop and help, Hermione hurried on, whispering "I am so sorry" over and over like a prayer.
The sky as black as thunder crackled with the energy of the Gods, reminding us that we were all alive at their will, their mortal playthings, to be used and discarded on a whim. And we never get a second change. Well this was her second chance.
When I was pushed through the veil she had truly doubted my ability to survive without my friends. Harry. Oh how she missed him. This world was far too cruel a place to survive without a rock. They were each other's. She never wavered in my quest to keep him safe, and in his turn he accepted her. No one had done that before. She had never had a single friend throughout my childhood until she met him. Him and Ron.
That traitor. He had never really been our friend. "All too easy to make him turn" Voldemort had claimed. And it was true. He had forever abandoned us; as soon as there was an opportunity his jealousy had risen and he had turned his back. It was most often in a time of need, a time that we could trust no one but each other.
But we accepted him back. Again and again. After each betrayal there was a promise Harry and Hermione made, to not let him back in, to shut him out, to keep themselves safe.
She warned him again and again that Ron was taking advantage that they all were that the Weasleys were not family just trying to gain fame and independence, fear and money, that they would prove just as faithless as Ron. Harry brushed her off ignoring her concerns. It had cost them their lives. She may have survived but not in her world.
A whisper of danger tore her back from my dark thoughts to the even darker world of anger and violence around her.
"Hermione?" the familiar voice filled Hermione with fear and despair. It was him. THE God. The others just tools to do his bidding. They wandered the earth leaving a trail of broken souls and death in their wake. He had broken them. The once mighty brought low. He had done what days of torture, the betrayal of her friend and Voldemort himself had failed to do. He had broken her.
Freezing in her tracks she turned to face him.
"You" she whispered. Then she turned and ran. Ran as fast as she could; faster than ever before.
He had ordered a forest to be built and using his magic had expanded it on the inside so he could hunt his victims. It was more fun that way he had claimed.
Reaching the edge of it she realised she had no choice but to enter no choice but to hide, to flee. It went against every instinct she still possessed but her magic was almost useless against his. And the sadist fact was it once outstripped his but he learnt. He learnt from her, how to counter it, how to evade it and most importantly how to control it.
The sharp clicking of a spear against the ground sounded behind her and she realised it was too late. No time to run no time to flee the apocalypse standing behind her. Gathering the last of her Gryffindor courage she turned to face him. The monster who had torn this world apart. The monster who wanted to prove them wrong.
He had one called himself the monster that parents tell their children about at night and at the time she had denied it wholeheartedly. He wasn't. Not then.
Startling blue eyes bore into her soul as a single tear slid down her face.
"Hello Loki."
AN wow that was really difficult. Should I continue? please Read, Review but as it is my first story please go easy on me
Thank you