A/N: I know, I know, you people would probably prefer that I write more to SoaW, but I feel like starting this fic, so I am. I am the author, and you can't make me write something I don't want to. Then again, there was an angry mob of people who wanted to kill me because I stopped MoaBS right where I did, and promised then a new fic. -whimper-
Well, Blood of a Broken Soul will fill in the story up until the point where Memoirs ends. Then, there will be a totally new one, Tears of a Broken Soul, that will pick up where the former two left off. I suggest to everyone reading this fic that you also go read Memoirs of a Broken Soul, for it lends valuable evidence to understand what is happening. You kind of need to read both of them to fully understand.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter name, logo, or idea. Also, this is a totally angsty, dirty, depressed, and bloody fic. There will be deaths, blood, gore, bad language, and sex, among other things. If you don't like reading about any of those things, I suggest you stop reading this right now and go read one of my other fics, like Cultural Confusion. That ones going to be humorous and clean(er).
Here goes Nothing…
Blood of a Broken Soul
Chapter One: Hopes and Dreams
"It has been done, Sir. I just hope that this one survives. All of our other tests have failed." The man was walking along the garden path, talking to one of the council Elders.
"Yes, I know. You don't need to remind me." The Elder snapped impatiently. He was disappointed with previous efforts to produce a test subject that showed positive effects of treatment, and remained alive afterwards.
They continued to walk along the pathway, the one behind the Elder, until they reached to high arch door at the end of the walk, leading back into the castle rooms. The dry and chilly atmosphere inside was a stark contrast to the warm night air outside, but the Elder didn't notice, and if the other man did, he paid it no heed. They walked together silently throughout the maze of corridors, coming at last to a large oak paneled door, the entrance to a luxurious study. The Elder sat down behind the desk and dismissed the other man from the room. He then brought out a large and very old key from a pocket hidden deep within his robes, and used it to unlock one of the drawers. From the very depths, he withdrew a massive and aging tome, bound in leather and gold, pages made of velum, and, with a puff of air, blew the dust away from the cover and opened it. He sat there for many hours, just reading.
"Oh Hermione, that looks absolutely beautiful on you!"
"Do you really think so, Ginny? It looks a little loose around the waist, and its a little tight on the bust…"
"Oh cut it out, dear. I haven't finished adjusting the seams. Besides, it doesn't fit you that badly, lamb."
"Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I know. I'm just playing around. It fits really well."
"Well be careful, and stand still, the needles haven't finished with the seams in the back."
Hermione, standing atop the small stool, resigned to stop twirling her skirts around in the mirror and stand still. After all, she wanted everything to be perfect when she married Ron next week. She looked over at Ginny, her best female friend since school, and smiled. Ginny was eight months with child, but had still come over to her mother's house to help her best friend with her wedding. Harry and Ginny had been married about two years earlier, and Ginny couldn't have been happier since. Their marriage was the happiest day in both their lives- except for the birth of their first child, Gwenevyve, or just Gwen for short. Harry was currently at the petting zoo with his "little angel" as he called her, leaving Ginny to help Hermione with her wedding dress fitting.
"Now, this dress has been in the family for some generations, and I'm proud that two children of mine will wear it."
"Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I'm not your daughter yet. Not until next week."
"Yes, and then you'll also be my sister." Ginny piped up.
"Yes hon. I will." They smiled at each other for a minute, until Ginny uttered an exclamation of surprise and grabbed her stomach."
"Ginny! Are you okay?"
"Yes… I'm fine. This baby is going to have strong legs. It's quite the kicker." They all started laughing.
"So, Hermione…"
"Yes, Ginny?"
"Tell me again why it took you two so long to figure out that you wanted to get married?" with a big smirk on her face.
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley almost stabbed herself with the pin she was holding.
"I told you, Ginny, it just took us a long while to sort out our feelings. Besides that, there was the final battle, and with all the chaos running rampant, we had a hard time with the right mood for love."
"The final battle was over five years ago, love. Just after you guys had graduated."
"Has it really been that long already?"
"Yes, love. Now, all finished. Let's get you out of this gown, and then Ginny, dear, you need to go lay down. Too much excitement will bring the baby early, you know.
"Oh, mother, I'm fi-…" here she gasped and grabbed the back of the chair as another strong kick surprised her.
"No you're not. Go. Go on, shoo. To bed with you. This is going to be a stubborn child, mark me. I had those same strong kicks with you."
Ginny turned and went upstairs to her old bedroom, to lay down for a short while.
"So, Fred, I hear that Ron and Hermione are finally going to get married." Harry, Fred, and George were all sitting around a table at the Three Broomsticks.
"Yeah, Harry. They finally are." Fred and George shared a look.
"What…? What are you two planning?"
"Oh, Harry, Harry. What would make you think we were up to something?" George gave him a mock-innocent smile.
"Oh, come on you two, what are you up to?"
"All right, Harry, We're planning on throwing Ron a bachelor party."
"Are you guys sure he'd be okay with this?"
"Harry, Harry, Harry. He doesn't need to know about it. It's going to be a complete surprise."
"I don't know, guys. I remember the bachelor party you threw for me…"
"Harry, we know better now. Honestly."
"All right, I'll help you guys plan the party- not because I agree with the idea, but because I want to oversee what you guys are up to."
"That's fair enough, I guess. Right George? Okay, well, back to work."
Fred and George got up and left, sharing a wink as they left.
A/N: Well, I think that's a good place to end it. this is just the first chapter, so I included a couple different POVs, just to give you guys an idea of what will happen. You'll still be surprised, though. This is definitely going to go somewhere, and maybe be my best fic yet. Please review!
