Prologue
Hermione ran gasping through the dark forest looking for a good place to hide. Today was that fateful day... the final battle. Everyone was fighting or running or screaming in pain or dead. Right now Hermione was hurt, her calf muscle had been almost ripped apart, but she couldn't lie down and die. No, she had to move. Bellatrix Lestrange was after her, screaming and laughing maniacally. She had seen the "Chosen One's" mudblood princess and wanted to be the one to destroy her. Hermione had fought for her life, she knew she was stronger than Bellatrix by a mile, but Bellatrix had that crazy drive that she couldn't overcome.
"Come out come out wherever you are!" Bellatrix screamed and cackled, "You can run girly, but I'll find you! And KILL you!" Hermione hid behind one of the widest trees waiting for the right moment. Though this was a wizard's war, she had a few things up her sleeves…literally. They were knives and she intended on using them, just like Bellatrix had done to her. Hermione slid down and crouched, waiting, for Bellatrix to walk past. She quietly slid one silver bladed knife from her sleeve, but accidentally put her hand on a twig and when she put her weight on it, it cracked.
Bellatrix jerked to attention, and laughed. "I've found you!" She ran to the tree where Hermione lay in wait. As soon as her foot was clear of the tree, Hermione dug the knife deep in her foot. Bellatrix screamed in pain, and with a maniacal look in her eyes, raised her wand. Hermione reacted fast, almost like a blur. She jumped up and turned a back flip, kicking Bellatrix in the jaw. Bellatrix grunted and fell, rolling to the side. Suddenly, the noise of a body crashing through the thicket turned both their heads. It was Ron. Hermione looked at Bellatrix and saw a gleam go into her eyes.
"Ron! Mo-"But the words hadn't come out of Hermione's mouth fast enough. Bellatrix had already raised her wand and yelled those two deadly words. A shot of green light hit Ron square in the heart. He was dead before he hit the ground. "Nooooooo!" Hermione screamed. Suddenly she only saw red. She grabbed the other knife in her other sleeve and threw it at Bellatrix, with deadly accuracy. Bellatrix smile turned into shock as she looked at the silver knife embedded in her chest. Then she went limp, her eyes lifeless and staring.
Hermione woke up gasping. She looked around frantically, not knowing where she was. Then she put her face in her hands. Hermione groaned. It had been 3 months since the last battle and everyone had taken Ron's death hard, especially Harry, one of Hermione's best friends. But no one had actually seen Ron die, except for Hermione. She was stilled plagued with the nightmares of that fateful scene.
Everyone had scars from that night, but Hermione had the biggest. Not on her skin, but in her heart. Her heart had hardened over that summer, but not to her notice. She had lost so much that night: her parents and one of her best friends and nothing could heal that wound. But, Hermione put on a brave face and a smile, not wanting anyone to see her cry.
Hermione sighed and got out of bed. Today was the day they go to school to finish the year everyone had missed. There would be the old first years, and the new ones, but a lot of things would be different. But, hopefully, some things would have stayed the same.
A/N: Sorry this was so short… the next will be longer I promise. Constructive Criticism welcome. This is my first fanfic, so go easy please!
