A/N: Hey guys! It's another one by Elle Cee! Woot woot! Lol I'm just kidding. I've been a fan of Tom/Hermione fics ever since I've read Have You Ever by Lady Moonglow. She's been a real inspiration for me and I hope this story can be even half as good as hers. TEN THOUSAND THUMBS UP to Lady Moonglow for her awesome story! SEQUEL SEQUEL! LOL. Anyway, on with the story/chapter! ENJOY & REVIEW!
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it probably belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 1:
Dark Plans
"Wormtail… Wormtail!" Lord Voldemort called his servant.
"Yes Master?" Wormtail responded. He was a short, stout and balding man, with two oversized front teeth. He was the one who revealed the whereabouts of James and Lily Potter; he was the traitor.
"Wormtail, I have an important task for you, one which you cannot afford to fail," Voldemort said, his slit-like eyes staring calmly at him.
"Y-yes master, anything you wish sir," Wormtail cowered slightly before him. It was amazing just how much power Voldemort had over Wormtail and the other Death Eaters. He had instilled so much fear into them that even the bravest of the Death Eaters cowered before his glare.
"I warn you now Wormtail, fail me this time and you'll not live to tell your tale," Voldemort threatened.
"Yes master. I'll not fail you this time master," Wormtail said, his voice quivering with fear as he imagined all the things that his master would do to him should he fail. He would torture him with the Cruciatus curse, then make him do terrible things with the Imperius curse, and Merlin knows what else! Wormtail cowered in fear.
"Yes Wormtail. I will do all of those things and more," Voldemort said, being at expert at Legilimens, knew exactly what the man before him was thinking.
"I'll not fail you master. I swear it," Wormtail said, trying to muster up what little courage and bravery he had.
"Good. You will go to Hogwarts and get the girl. You know who I am referring to," Voldemort said.
"Yes master, that girl, I know," Wormtail said nodding his head in understanding. He was still anxious to learn what his task was to be, and whether or not he could fulfill it to his master's wishes.
"Get the girl and bring her here. Make sure you are not discovered, or you will face years in Azkaban and I will not help you escape this time," Voldemort told him, remembering the time that he had to lead the Death Eaters into Azkaban and risk getting them arrested just to retrieve Wormtail. He had been careless, Voldemort had told him, and he was punished for it.
"Yes Master," Wormtail said, somewhat confident of his task.
"I do not want ANY mistakes!" Voldemort suddenly boomed.
"Y-yes Master!" Wormtail said, cowering under the Dark Lord's cruel gaze.
"Good. If you succeed and do well, I shall reward you greatly."
"Thank you my lord, thank you," said Wormtail, feeling a little bit better of himself, even though he knew that Lord Voldemort never handed out sincere compliments.
"Do not thank me yet. Go and complete your task, and I shall decide whether you deserve to be rewarded or not," Voldemort ordered him, then turned and Disapparated.
Wormtail then made his way to his destination, to fulfill his given task, and to receive his promised rewards.
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"Hermione!" a voice called.
Hermione turned around. It was Harry and Ron. They were in Diagon Alley and she had just finished her shopping for her seventh year books and other requirements.
"Harry! Ron! There you are! How've you two been?" Hermione asked running up to them and hugging them both tightly.
Harry hugged back. "Nothing really. We've just finished shopping for our robes and school books. How about you?"
"Oh me too. I missed you guys! You never write to me!" She exclaimed lightly hitting them both on the shoulder.
Ron shrugged. "I guess I was too lazy. And plus, you wouldn't want me to send Errol. He's a bloody mess. The ruddy bird runs into windows, misses the destination and stuff. I don't think he would have been able to get to your house without running into those giant 'sky crapers' there."
"They're called sky scrapers Ron, not 'crapers'. And also, don't try to use a telephone anymore, my parents don't very well appreciate it when they pick up the phone and have someone yelling into their ear like a raving lunatic." Ron's ears turned red at this, and he ducked his head slightly in embarrassment.
"Well, Harry? What's your excuse? I suppose you just didn't like me enough to put five minutes into writing the simplest letter," Hermione said looking at him expectantly.
"I have no excuse. I just didn't feel like writing," Harry said grinning.
Hermione exaggerated her scoff playfully, putting her hand in front of her mouth in the most prissy manner. "Well I never! I thought you guys were my friends! Well since you didn't send me any letters, you have to get me 3 scoops of Magically Minty ice cream," Hermione said triumphantly. She smiled and pointed to the shop of sweets down the alley.
"Oh alright, but Harry's paying for two of the scoops," Ron said, defeated. The three of them made their way to the shop, and Hermione got to enjoy her 3 scoops of Magically Minty ice cream.
The afternoon was all smiles, something that they almost never had anymore; because of Voldemort's rise to power, they never had any time to thing of anything else other than the inevitable wizarding war. But that afternoon, they forgot about all the dangers of their world and just had fun, however short a time they had.
But unknown to the trio, a pair of beady eyes was watching them from above, with no good intentions for one.
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"Ron! Quit hogging the Bertie Botts!" Harry cried as he tried to grab the box of jelly beans from Ron. Hermione sat on the opposite side of the train compartment, already dressed in her school robes, since they were going to arrive at Hogwarts in less than a half hour. She was deeply immersed in a book titled: Wondrous Witches and Wizards of the Eighteenth Century. But she was finding it hard to concentrate, since Harry and Ron were making such a ruckus.
Why do boys have to act the way they do? Hermione wondered in mock inquisitiveness as she looked up from her book to see Harry and Ron wrestling over the box of Bertie Botts' Every Flavour Beans. I could publish a book called The Inner Workings of the Male Mind or something, and I'm willing to bet that it would be a best seller in the wizarding community. Of course, I'd probably need Legilimens for that. She laughed in mild amusement and grabbed the box of jelly beans. The two of them didn't even notice. "This isn't even about the jelly beans anymore is it?" Hermione laughed, dangling the box in front of their red faces.
"No! This is about teaching Harry a lesson in wrestling!" Ron managed to choke out despite Harry's surprisingly tight head lock. Hermione laughed, then popped a red spotted jelly bean into her mouth. Mmm... cherry pie.
"Teach me a lesson?" Harry laughed, "Don't make me laugh Ron! Who's the one in the headlock right now?" Harry said, dominating Ron. Hermione laughed again, a pure laugh, one she hadn't done in a long time, because there seemed to be no reason left in the world to smile.
She popped another jelly bean into her mouth, a brown one this time. She started to chew it, then screwed up her face in disgust. She quickly spat the half chewed jelly bean out, eyes watering at the putrid taste of the treat.
"Eugh! Vomit flavoured jelly bean!" She took her wand and muttered something under her breath. Immediately, her mouth was clear of the vomit taste and was replaced with a mild mint flavour. She sighed in relief. I never want to taste something like that again!
Harry and Ron had stopped wrestling and settled down after Ron had practically begged for mercy, his face still as red as a cherry. He was practically gasping for breath, and Hermione couldn't help but laugh at how he looked. Harry had beat him by miles, but she knew that Ron would be too stubborn and proud to admit it.
"Well that's what you get for stealing MY Bertie Botts!" Harry said laughing, grabbing the box back from Hermione and sitting down next to her, popping a handful into his mouth.
"Oh yes that's very mature!" Hermione retorted, punching him lightly in the arm. "Now go change into your robes, we're about to arrive in about 10 minutes."
"Alright mother," Ron said sarcastically, grabbing his new robes from his trunk, Harry doing the same.
"Oh just go change Ronald, and be careful or you might trip on your robes," Hermione said, laughing.
Ron stuck his tongue out at her, and made sure to shut the compartment door with a little extra force, making Hermione roll her eyes.
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It was the end of the welcome feast and the students were making their way to their respective common rooms. The Sorting ceremony had taken longer than usual, and Dumbledore's yearly opening speech also took longer. When the food finally appeared on the plates before them, the students were ravenous.
Now Hermione was filled, and she wanted to make a quick stop at the library before she went to bed, and so she broke away from the crowd of Gryffindors on the fourth floor to head to the library. Hopefully I can find the book I'm looking for.
When she got to the library, Madame Pince was the only one there, sitting at the front desk reading a book that Hermione couldn't see the title of. It was silent and slightly dark, spooking Hermione out a little. She cleared her throat to grab the librarian's attention, and Madame Pince shot her head up at the sudden noise and automatically shushed her. "Oh hello Ms. Granger. Come to borrow another book now have you? I must say Ms. Granger, you are by far the best student I know, borrowing books so early in the year!" Madame Pince said when she recognized her. Hermione was probably the only student that Madame Pince was even remotely civil and normal to. And yet she still gives me the creeps.
"Yes ma'am. I was just going to look for another book on Advanced Arithmancy." Hermione told her, and made to look for the aisle which contained the book.
"Oh just sit tight Ms. Granger I'll get that book for you," Madame Pince said. She took out her wand and summoned it. It came flying from the back of the library and Hermione caught it, surprised at her nimbleness.
"Thanks Madame Pince," Hermione said as she quickly exited the library and began to make her way to the Head's Common Room; she was Head Girl after all.
As she walked leisurely down the corridor, she heard light footsteps behind her and whirled around. Her eyes quickly darted around, scanning around for the source of the footsteps. She reluctantly turned back around and continued walking, quicker this time, her hand drifting to her wand, grasping it tightly.
Patter... patter... patter... This time she was sure she heard footsteps. She whipped her wand out and spun around quickly, pointing her wand in every direction she looked, just to be safe.
When she was sure that she was alone, she turned around again and started to jog a little. Hermione, get a grip! You're being a little too paranoid. You need to lay off the raspberry cream tarts before bed from now on. Or was it the roast beef?
She was nearing the stairs, when she heard footsteps again. She spun around, but before she could utter a sound her stalker yelled, "Stupefy!" and Hermione blacked out, the book she was carrying in her other hand dropping heavily onto the floor next to her with a loud thud.
"Sorry little Mudblood, but if I don't get rid of you, you'll become a great hindrance to his plan, so you need to come with me," A slightly squeaky voice said sinisterly. The man levitated Hermione up and made his way back out the castle. Hermione's head drooped to the side, a few strands of her now-tamed hair falling gracefully into her face as the man exited Hogwarts and made the trip to the village of Hogsmeade on foot as silently as he could, where he Apparated away with the unconscious Hermione.
No one would find out that she was missing until the next morning, when it would be too late.
A/N: Kinda sorta cliffy there. I think that I did this chapter pretty well, considering that my spirits are always low when I read Have You Ever over again, because I know that my story will NEVER be as good as hers. But life goes on, and I can only hope that you guys will find this story as half as entertaining as hers. See that review button over there on the left? Yeh it wants you to CLICK IT AND REVIEW! LOL. Reviews would be much appreciated. I don't really care what you say just as long as I know that people are actually reading my shiznat. World peace and lovely day!
With love,
Elle Cee
