Oh hey! So this is the beginning of my Blaise and Hermione story.
I hope y'all like it and if you don't...well...we won't go into that!
So I am rating this T even though it has some adult content in it because I have viewers who are thirteen but can't read M rated stories. So just a warning to y'all!
This story is set during the war, when Harry, Hermione and Ron are in their final year at Hogwarts.
Continue on if you please. (:
Unbreakable Wreckage
Chapter One
Fire
Fire is bright,
Fire can light,
Rule the world in eternal flame.
Fire is destructive,
Fire is legendary,
Fire is the world's worst sorrow.
Fire is love,
Fire is hate,
Fire is within everything.
- Fire by Brandon Cole
Liquid fire. That's all Hermione could think of to describe the feeling. Fire starting in the pit of her stomach and rapidly spreading to her limbs, igniting her skin. She could feel her insides beginning to burn, to turn black against the unbearable heat. The liquid fire that would never cease, creeping closer to her galloping heart. Always burning holes through her to get to her defenseless heart. Always licking it's flames against her rib cage before slipping through and surrounding her slowing heart. Oh how she loathed fire.
Block it out, block it out. Comon, fight it! Hermione couldn't hold back the pained whimper that slipped through her gritted teeth. She lay on the ground trying to hold perfectly still as the pain grew to engulf her. With a growl she forced her body to push herself up into a kneeling position, then to her feet, staggering slightly. The sounds of screams and yelps surrounded her, making the shielded field sound like battle grounds. Others were experiencing the fire also. A pain sharper than all the rest hit her stomach nearly bringing Hermione to her knees, but she stood ramrod straight and raised her head to meet Alexander's eyes. Her finger nails dug into her palms, cutting straight through her calloused skin, allowing warm blood to trickle down her fisted hand. She wouldn't allow the fire to win this time.
Alexander stood just a few paces away but that distance seemed, to Hermione, to be miles. Her breath came in raged gasps through her clenched teeth. She took a tentative step toward Alexander and regretted it immediately. Her leg felt as if someone had snapped it to angle in a distorted direction. A strangled scream sounded off to her right echoing throughout Hermione's throbbing skull. Her throat constricted with every raw, gasping breath she drew.
I can't do it, she thought, staring across the large amount of space between her and Alexander. He stood tall and calm, his jade green eyes hard and encouraging. In his left hand was his wand, loosely held as though his present task was uninteresting. Hermione took another step forward and in the same moment he flicked his wand, his face a hard mask. The pain thrumming through her body was redoubled and her vision grew fuzzy. With a cry Hermione lurched forward and collapsed onto the cold, hardened ground. The pain let up in that instant, still it lingered on the edge of her senses, tickling her with it's heated flames. Her stomach felt as though it were tied into a dozen of tight knots. Hermione's fingers curled into the frost covered grass as she began to dry heave. Her dry lips cracked as she opened her mouth wide, another lurch of her stomach brought her keening. She coughed up small amounts of blood between heaves.
The sound of crunching grass brought her gaze up above her. The world tilted for a moment then righted itself with a sickening squeeze of Hermione's stomach. Alexander towered over her weak body, his outline against the stark gray sky startling. Her neck creaked as she raised her head higher yet to look into his face. To her surprise he was smiling. His warm smile gave Hermione a spurt of strength to gather her hands beneath her and try to raise herself to her knees. Her arms shook for a moment before giving out on her. Her face landed back into the rough ground, rattling her teeth painfully.
Firm hands rested gently on her shoulders before the arms connected to those hands wrapped around her waist and hauled her to her feet. Her knees buckled as the edges of her vision became black. Hermione wilted against Alexander's chest grateful for his strong arms holding her upright.
"You're getting stronger, much stronger. Before you couldn't even take a step while the curse was on you. Well done, Hermione." Despite her exhaustion Hermione couldn't swallow the surge of pride blossoming in her chest. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, trying to calm her quick breaths. "Come, let's get you back to camp." Hermione let out a surprised squeak when Alexander's arms tightened then lifted her off the ground, carrying her bridal style back towards the vast forest. Around her others were suffering the fire just as she had been not a minute ago. Some were crouched low to the ground, ripples of pain causing their skin to twitch, cursing the heavens, others lay on the ground screaming and begging for the fire to be quenched.
Training was agonizing for all, including the mentors who had to bring this pain upon their students. Many who come to the camp have no idea what they had to endure in the coming future. Nobody is forced into the camp, all who come, come willingly. But once you're in the camp, you're in it for life. Or until the war is over. All who come are against Lord Voldemort and his Death Eater supporters. All who come are supporters of the Order of the Phoenix. The Order of the Phoenix are the ones who organized the camp, to train all wizards and witches above the age of sixteen to fight and prepare for battle. The more students they train the greater chance we have of defeating Lord Voldemort. There are six stages of training at the camp.
One: Fear. They scare us with our worst fears, terrify us until we go mad with fear. Until finally after weeks of endless terror we're not scared anymore. We don't feel fear anymore. Some say that stage one is the hardest stage, but Hermione didn't think so.
Two: Running. For three weeks straight all the mentors will have the students do is run. During battle we're constantly moving. So the mentors designed almost an entire month of training to running. Sprinting across fields, tearing around trees in a forest, leaping over boulders on a rocky beach. It builds muscle in our lower body, needed to dodge and skirt unwanted spells and enemies. It strengthens our heart and allows students to run long distances without breaking a sweat.
Three: Spell casting. For months upon months on end our mentors train us with new spells at hand, some that have been lost for centuries. Spells, curses and hexes. Each as important as the next. Students can only move on to the next stage when they can name and describe every spell, hex, and curse our mentors have taught us and preform them in front of our mentors.
Four: Physical retaliation. If one were to loose their wand or cannot use magic in a situation students must be able to have enough strength and technique to fight off their opponent physically. One month out of training is dedicated to building up muscle in our upper bodies and one on one combat with our mentors. Some moves are meant to disarm or injure our opponent others are used to kill. We must be magically and physically fit when the battle begins.
Five: Mental stability. In battle students will see some gruesome things and will preform gruesome things of their own. Our mentors prepare us mentally by using spells and mental images. Once students are mentally, physically and magically prepared there's only one stage left.
Six: Becoming immune to the Cruciatus Curse. No one in the entire history of the wizarding world has been able to become immune to the Cruciatus Curse. Until now. The Order of Phoenix found a way to allow wizards and witches to become immune, by preforming the curse repeatedly on the person until he or she can withstand the pain and move and react without a hint of the curse being used on you. This stage is the key to our victory against Lord Voldemort and his followers. It is the key to our freedom.
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