Okayy, I really do hope you guys enjoy this(:
It's my first time publishing – so be nice? Ahaha.
Rate and review please? It's appreciated(:
And yes, I know this chapter is overly short, but it's just a pre-stage before the story actually starts. Just a different concept I thought I'd use. The rest of the story will continue in past tense until it reaches this point. Second chapter will be up soon. If you guys actually want to continue reading the story that is. Let me know(;
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Do you think I'd be this miserable if I did?
Rain was dripping from her hair, her skin, her clothes, and even from the knife she held in one hand. Drenched – that's what she was. The water dripping from her body onto the smooth floors mimicked the pelting of rain on the windows.
For a split second, lightning flashed through the room, illuminating her expressionless face. The cold wooden floor creaked under the weight of her bare feet.
Lightning shone through the room again, this time illuminating her reflection in a nearby mirror. She froze and blinked. A frizzy red haired, brown eyed, blank face stared back at her. She blinked once. Twice. Three times as she adjusted her grip around the handle of the knife, careful not to lose her grasp on the weapon like she had lost her grasp on her old life.
She shook her head and regained focus on what she was there for in the first place. She averted her gaze from her darkened reflection and over to the bed closest to her. In which a body lay motionless in slumber, aside from the chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. She slowly made her way over to the side of the bed as the lightning hit the skies once more, revealing the lightning bolt shaped scar on the forehead of the sleeping form.
Freeze. Rewind. What was Hermione Granger doing at Harry Potter's bedside, drenched in rain water and knife in hand?
Author's note: Okay, so the first A/N was pretty much longer than the actual story. So shoot me. But hope you enjoyed?