Hey guys! So I got this idea from a book a read a couple years ago, it was called 'Hawksong' it's a whole series, and its lovely! But I can't seem to recall the author; I will eventually remember and edit it back if you guys are interested! But that you for taking the time to read my story! I hope you like it! Please leave me anytime of comments of criticism you might have! Not to mention I'm always open to your guys ideas!
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'Till Kingdom Come: A Lions Bravery
The war between the House of Gyffindor and Slytherin had violently raged for almost a hundred years now, and not many even seemed to remember why it started. Hermione knew of course, she didn't spend hours in the family archives pouring over every journal to find her Great Grandmothers recipe for ginger cake. The journals were worn and pages were missing, but what she gathered was: When her Grea- Great-Great Grandfather Leonardo Gryffindor married a muggle born witch, it caused uproar in the Wizarding Society. The four great houses: The Hufflepuff's, The Gryffindor's, The Ravenclaw's, and The Slytherins, met to discuss the matter. Three of the house welcomed the marriage, rejoicing in the opportunity to establish a new trust between the muggle borns and the pure bloods; one however, disagreed. It was in cold blood that the head of the Slytherin house: Wilhelm Slytherin drew his wand and killed the young women. Setting the stage for a great war that would span for centuries.
Strictly speaking, her parents had forbid her from coming, but she wouldn't hide away in the castle while her brother dueled down at the belly of the beast. Which is what had led to this moment, where Hermione Gryffindor had found herself sitting on the battle field, comforting the young Liam Slytherin close to her, as he bleed to death.
Liam was fourteen, only two years younger than Hermione, but she could do nothing but hold him tight and shush his sobs as he died. She shared no type of bond with the younger boy, he hadn't ever seen him before now, but she refused to let him die alone. Hermione knew he didn't have much time left, his grip on her hand began to loosen and his eyes lid began to sink.
"Everything is going to be okay." She choked back a sob. "You're going to be fine love. Everything is going to be fine."
She brushed the blonde hair off of his forehead as the tears fell from her eyes, so many times had she tried to heal his wound since she found him, but this was dark magic, and it only seemed to make the pain greater on him.
Laim use the last bit of strength he had to pull Hermione's ear toward his lips, and spoke his last words. "Draco."
Hermione felt him go lip in her arms, and she knew it was over.
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"You deliberately disobeyed my wishes! You think just because you are sixteen you can do whatever you want?!" Her father, and Head of The Gryffindor House; Hannibal Gyffindor, had been scolding her for hours. "What if something happened to you?!" He screamed.
"Nothing happened Father," Hermione remained calm, knowing that she would never have won a shouting match with her father. "And Ronald was-"
"Oh yes! Ronald!" Her father turned toward the door, where Ronald Weasly stood at attention. He was Hermione's best friend, and captain of the Gyffindor house guard. "What makes you think that I shouldn't strip you of all titles, and exile you for the danger you have put my daughter in?"
Fresh fear rose up in Hermione, she would not let him take the heat for her, her father was…..rash, but if he chose to do this, he wouldn't suffer the embarrassment of going back on it.
"Father," Hermione said, rushing forward in attempts to capture her father's attention. "Ronald was…trying to stop me. But I wouldn't listen and…" He eyes shifted toward the ground. Hermione had never lied like this to her Father before. "He had no choice but to come and, keep me out of harm's way."
Her father pulled her into a warm embrace, he smelled of cherry wood and old books, Hermione suddenly missed the days of her youth she spent on her father's lap in the library. Where he read to her until she fell asleep, or held her during the thunder storms. He had a point, Hermione and her older brother Godric were the only children he had, and he couldn't lose his little princess. "So much like your mother." He murmured into her loose curls.
Hermione stifled her tears, her father never spoke of her mother, she had died giving birth to Hermione, so she had never known her.
"Father!" Godric called, storming into the room, worry etched across his features.
"What is it?!" His father commanded, recognizing the urgency of his tone.
"It's Slytherins house, they are at the gate!" Godric's eyes shifted from his father's to his younger sisters. "They are requesting a council with us…and Hermione."
Hermione swallowed hard, suddenly Liams face burst into her head, his deep grey eyes as they lost their light, and blonde hair specked with the blood gushing from the back of his head.
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So I know this is different, but what do you guys think. Stop? Keep going?
-Kortney!
