Calignosity
noun; place, time that is unlit.
This story is based on fiction and none of the characters are owned be me. It's been given a M rating for a reason so if you're not into that stuff, head on back. Timelines do not apply and expect a very unique Hermione.
Prologue
Dawn broke over the dark emerald forests outside of Salem, the bright yellows showcasing just how the trees were beginning to turn in their season dance with the sun. Massachusetts was quite lovely this time of year with the liveliness of the woodland creatures seeking to safeguard their homes for the winter however all I could hear was the blood rushing past my ears as I weighed our very few options.
The eve of the claiming ritual was upon us and my friends and I should have been preparing with the other girls our age in the Town hall; dressing in ceremonial robes and choosing jewelry to reflect our magical signatures and family lines but we had far graver matters to attend to.
Once a Salem witch came of age at 17, they came into power and could be claimed by a coven. Warlocks needed not to worry about such things of course I thought sourly. I had called Siobhan and Anaïca earlier to get our things prepared to leave tonight; if things were going to go as poorly as I imagined they would we would need to be far and away before anyone knew we were gone.
Up ahead the evening light was filtering through the canopy brightly and I could see a clearing there as my steps sped up drowning out the sound of red breasted robins in the woods hunting for last minute feasts before night .
"They're going to come for us soon, we need to go now" I stated to a startlingly striking redheaded witch, dressed in the richest black Linen robes who took me in with sharp green eyes that reminded me of a cat. Turning to Anaïca I asked "Did you get everything on the list?" "Everything except for your grandmother's grimoire, they were there waiting at your house so I couldn't get in." I really didn't know what to say to that. "I'm really sorry Hermione, I know how much that book meant to you…" Anaïca started to comfort me, her hand reaching out.
"I'ts no matter, we need to cut our losses and go. You made the right choice; better to avoid the confrontation."
I walked over to her and joined our hands, grabbing Siobhan's.
There was only one place we could go now with the ward to protect us.
Hogwarts.
We'd have one year to hone our power enough to take on our the would be suiters that would lay claim to our power and use It against us. One year, before we graduated and would have to confront our pursuers.
We could do it; we would just need to access new methods of magic to overcome the significant power gap between our covens.
Magic like the founders of Hogwarts.
Magic pumping down the bonds between them, the world around the girls started to fade into darkness; frosted Massachusetts forest being replaced with a colder darker and unknowingly to the 3 Salem witches, far more dangerous woods.
End Prologue