Before I start to write, I need you to understand that I'm French, and I may do some mistakes in my sentences. Please, tell me if you see some of them, because I really need to improve my english ! And be patient, please, even if I'm dumb hihi.
Chapter one
Doubts
Hermione woke up instantly. Her nightmares were growing worse. She had started sweating during her sleep. She got up and stoped her in front of her room mirror. She had really big bags under her eyes. It made her freeze. When had this whole story become like this ?
Her mission was given by Voldemort himself and she still didn't understand why. She was so bad... how could he trust her ? She had to kill Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter's bestfriend. She knew him well and she had realized, in Hogwarts, that he was a very stupid guy, with two left hands. He couldn't make a good potion or hex someone without hexing himself at the same time. And he had the worst fawl of the world : he was red-haired, as every Weasley were.
She groaned faintly. She was trying to kill him. She really was. But it looked as if her own fate was against her. Each time she could have killed him, something was turning bad. Last time, Voldemort called her. He didn't understand why she was having so much troubles with her mission. Maybe if he hadn't done that, she could have killed the red boy.
At school, she had the best marks. But war wasn't like school. Memories made her feel sick. She put her right palm on her temples to see if she had temperature, but she had not. She started shivering. To say the truth, she hated war. She couldn't stand killing people, even if they wanted to destroy the Purebloods' traditions, as her parents and each Death Eater told her.
She closed quietly her room door and went downstairs. She had always liked the Malfoy's house. She and her parents went here a lot of times, since she was a child. Draco was used to be her bestfriend, until their fifth year at Hogwarts. She still didn't understand why he stoped talking with her.
She shrugged. It didn't matter anymore. They were both in the same fucking bloody hell. But he was more successful and had great results with his missions. He had already killed five Order's members. Voldemort was impressed. She didn't. She had some doubts about Draco's loyalty since a week, because she had seen him sending his owl with the next trap maps. Was he a spy ? Who for ? The Order ? Harry Potter himself ? She thought that she was misunderstanding something. Draco had always been trusting his parents and each word they said. But this was awkward though.
She had been downstairs for one or two minutes, when she put her left feet on the hall Syrian carpet, before remembering it was hexed. The thing yelled. She sighed. Well, she was wrong. She hated this manor.
I'm sorry if this chapter is quite small, but I hope you liked it. It's a bit hard for me to write in english, so I shall rest from now on hihi !
