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Chapter One:Broken
Sun shone brightly on her black dress while it riffled in the restless wind. Hermione walked her way down the rigged cobblestone paths, walking her whole way to her destination would take a few minutes to spare otherwise she would have took the easier way but instead she told herself she need air. But most importantly time.
After a Long walk passing the garden, she came a upon cemetery. Giant metal gates enclosed around the very few graves that laid covered by millions of red and white roses. She sighed quietly and pushed gently on the gates, causing them to creaked as a protest of not being opened often.
In A few rows headstones laid untouched, but two headstones were surrounded by withered fresh prism black and Maroon roses. Hermione fidgeting with her two fresh white roses, she was out of her mind to do this! She shook her head in protests of retreating, She would be running far as legs could take her.
But instead she took 10 steps until she reached the headstones that was surrounded with prism black and maroon roses.
On the headstone were carved "Monica Wilkins(muggle), A Un-replaceable Mother ". Mom. you're my mother no matter what. Pictures poured into her head, memories of her and her mother gift wrapping her Father's Christmas present, they were laughing. She grinned as she sobbed quietly in her arms.
Along side her Mother's headstone was her Father's, "Wendell Wilkins(muggle), A Faithful Man of His Words". My Dad. A person, who didn't break any of my promises. Flashes of Hermione and her Father doing the pinky promise so her Father won't forget it was her birthday tomorrow.
Finally it broke her, she let her untameable emotions take over and keened at the headstones, sobbing uncontrollably. She couldn't stop cry.
"Da-d... Mo-m... I'm sorry," she whimpered through her sobs. "I'm so-sorry. It's all my fault." Her memory was coming back, full and unforced with a unbreakable faith.
"Ron! DO YOU EVEN KNOW 'MOINE!" Harry brushed his left hand in his hair, making it messier than before.
"SHE WOULD KILL HERSELF!" He raged as he paced back and forth. "SHE WOULD KILL HERSELF!" He laughed senselessly.
"Harry, mate I think your the one who needs Calming Draught." He sighed, "Don't worry, 'Mione isn't a bloody idiot to kill herself," Ron said as he patted his partner to stop him from making markings into the marble floor.
"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT!" He shouted almost cracking his voice. He wasn't never been this furious than the time when Sirius died.
"Mate... Well Kingsley has 5 of best Aurors out there to find her," Ron faked a weak happy smile at his friend. He couldn't think of anything else he could do either.
Harry couldn't stay still listening to "Ron's reasoning."
"Ron. Ron. RON...MERLIN, RON! JUST SHUT UP!" Ron's eyes widened in shock of Harry's abrupt shout. He made hand motions to indicate he was zipped his lips.
"Merlin! THANK YOU. Now Ron! It's not that I'm mad at them keeping the secret. Well that too! BUT I'm furious that they didn't sent us to look for HERMIONE!" Ron nodded his head looking as if he followed his idea.
"Gentlemen, Take a seat," a strong deep voice echoed from behind Harry and Ron.
At lightning speed, Harry and Ron spun around, coming face to face with the one and only Kingsely Shackleblot. He was seated at his desk. The kind man gestured them to come to be seated.
"YES SIR" the young boys yelled in synchronicity, and marched to sat in front of Kingsely.
"Boys, no formal dialect please," Kingsely smiling as he placed a file on top of his desk .
"Ahh come about Hermione Granger perhaps?" He questioned with a grin.
"Yea about that .." Harry said quietly while looking down at the desk
"We like to know why we weren't recruited to be sent off to find her!" harry asked politely.
"Ahh, that's a private mission, only my personal Aurors must attend to. I'm sorry for her lost," He smiled weakly at the two boys.
"Okie, thanks Kingsely!" Ron Yelled as he got up from his chair. He urged to run out of the door.
"One thing Boys," Harry and Ron quickly tuned around.
"Might have any ideas where Miss Granger?" He smiled widely.
"Maybe" Harry smirked, and gave Ron the "I know where she is!" He looked at his partner next to him. Ron just nodded, he shuffled uncomfortable away from the table by a bit. He turned all red.
"A trade for the information then," Kingsely asked. He seems also nervous, he was also fidgety, his hands that laid on the table. His hands were slightly shaking from the pregnant paused within the room.
Harry was the one who broke the quietness,"What kind of trade?"
"A promotion."
"Anything for My kind sir," Harry grinned.
"Go on tell ," Kingsely smiled, the atomosphere was pressuring them. Each knew they were going to be in trouble. Not by the ministry. But by Hermione.
"Her parent's Graves," Harry said proudly as if he was willing to high five Ron in his thoughts.
"You hear the man, please assist her to come back safely. Please." He asked polite to a dark figure that Harry And Ron have no notice before.
Harry and Ron finally understood and glared at the dark familiar shadow.
"As You say, Sir." The familiar shadow was no one another than Draco Malfoy. His same old smirked was spreading across his face, the remark of the smile made Harry wanted to beat the shite of out him. But harry needed to remain loyal and proud, so he stayed standing and biting his lip, which soon was bleeding.
Draco Malfoy. He grown but by the looks, he was worn. Tired. His eyes were dark and were engulfed by dark circles, probably by the lack of sleep. He was a bit talker than the average man but also thinner, the baggy robes disguised his slender body. "Well, be seeing each other soon." He said sly before he apparated to the graves.
Hermione placed the roses on the center of the headstones, and she stared blankly at the truth. They were died.
"I'll come visit soon..." She whispered. She gloomily drag her hand against the cold glassy stone, and read along, for one the last time.
"You, Granger. Have grow," the elegant voice sang. Leafs crunched as the person behind Hermione walked. Closer and closer until the shadow that was cast over her.
She knew who that was, she mouthed "Malfoy."
"Come on Granger. Everyone is waiting" Draco applied tiredly.
"GO AWAY MALFOY!" Hermione screamed and started to apparate.
Before Hermione apparted fully and disappear, Draco quickly ran at light speed and caught a handful of clothing to disapparted with Hermione.
The feeling of appariton became comfortable after a few tries but with Draco holding her it felt stressful.
Finally they stopped. To Draco's surprises, he was on top of Hermoine.
"GET OFF YOU GIT!" Hermoine yelled staring hard into his cold silver eyes.
"Sure but if I did that you would run, wouldn't you?" He smirked. Gripping her hands, he pinned them above her to keep her from wanting to slap his face.
"YOU GIT! PRICK. LET GO!" She squirmed hard to get of his grip.
"MALFOY JUST LET ME GO, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!" She sobbed.
"Granger, calm down."
"CALM! WHY SHOULD I BE!" Her tears ran down her cheeks. Her bangs covered her eyes, making her look innocent and vulnerable. Draco tempted to brush away her bangs to see her eyes, But instead wiped her tears with a brush of his left hand.
"Granger, it's okay."
"It's NOT! AND YOU KNOW IT!" Everything around him and Hermione began to swirl in a dust causing some sort of dust barrier.
"You don't understand..." She muttered.
"Granger calm down, CALM DOWN!" He let go of Hermione's wrists,
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" She yelled as she covered her face with her side of her arm.
"WHO SAID I DIDN'T." Shortly after his compliment, dust whipped into thin air. The wind whipping dust and sand into Draco's eyes, he couldn't see anything. His eyes grew watery naturally.
"That's not good" he thought, he wiped his sweat and tears.
And he was right!
Suddenly they were on top of a rock tower, and were rocketing falling down. 20 feet to death!
'WH-AT THE." He looked for Hermione. He spotted her, who was plunging to her death into the lake.
Without a hesitation he dived right after her. Faster and faster, he finally go a good grip on Hermione's jacket, he held her tight against his chest.
"Dam it. GRANGER!" he shook her but got no respond, he hugged Hermione tighter.
They plunged into the cold deep water.
A/N: This is my first Fan fiction, I'm trying my best and I unfortunately I won't be fast with uploading my future chapters. My apologizes, bare with me :/
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