Authors NoteHello and welcome to my story. I would like to start by pointing out that I own this story. I started it by posting the prologue only onto HPFF but placed it into abandon because that site is starting to annoy me. If you have any questions regarding that please leave it in the review and I will answer. This is a Draco/Hermione ship. However its not one of those instant relationship things. This is set after the events of HBP. So yes. Draco is on the run with Severus Snape, and Dumbledore is dead! Thankyou! I hope you enjoy it and please review!
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"Sword in hand, at the bloody fields of History
We rent our blades through dogma and humility
Carve a future, according to our will
Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire
Let you all acknowledge that we are here
As masters to rule this failing humanity
Our beings forged of rage and defiance
With strength to trample the weak and the foolish
And so we march with burning brands
Temples aflame, on our path to glory..."
Frater Nihil
She hid under the cover of the slashed trees and nightfall as she tried to catch her breath. This summer had been the hardest, most intensifying time of her life. In a way she was incredibly grateful for the experience she was gaining but had the most overwhelming desire to sit in front of a muggle TV. and fill her gut with popcorn and other fattening foods.
Grabbing the sword from her side, the wand from the specially made pocket in her jeans for extra protection if she needed it she stood once again and prepared herself for what was ahead. Spinning she lifted the sword, blocking another sword attack just in time from a red headed man. Determination spread through her body as she pushed back on the sword and went into a high guard. Which was a position in which the sword was held high near the head, it was both a defense and an offense position.
Her opponent took the same position as they started to circle each other, however she was caught of guard as a third person jumped from the bushes and attacked her with a large amount of force behind his stroke. However she dodged it just in time as the red head and the new attacker started to go at each other. Butting in to their little fight they then started a three way sword fight. (A/N: Yeah okay, Imagine PotC Dead mans chest here. When the three men are fighting on the beach. P)
Yet another man come out from the trees, however this man was not in position to attack, instead he was clapping his hands together slowly as if in congratulations. The three fighters stopped their sword dance and stood In a line placing both of their hands on the pommel of the sword and the point gently in the ground in front of their legs as they bowed their heads respectably at the other man. This elder mans name was Koril, which apparently in a form of ancient magic text means black mist.
The name suited the man, heart , body and soul. For he was like the water cupped in your hands as it slowly trickled through your fingers in the never ending escape. As the three continued to stand in these positions Koril stopped his slow paced clapping and had started to circle them as if contemplating what to do with them.
"Very good.." Koril said in his low voice which would still even the bravest of the brave…which wasn't many people apparently. "your training is almost complete. Your training with me anyway." Koril chuckled slightly. "I'm sure you can find your own way back." And at that, Koril vanished from their sights, truly like the mist that he had been named after.
Not until the line of three where totally sure that Koril was gone did they relax their pose and baby the injuries that they had gathered over that extremely long day. "Does anyone know the way back?" Asked the red headed man as he sheathed his sword, the others took the same example before also speaking up.
"No idea, you Hermione?" The other man asked the only woman in the party. She shook her head in answer. "I have no idea, was anyone seriously paying attention to what direction you where going in, I was more worried about getting attack by you two." Hermione replied honestly as she started to look around the small clearing that they where all in. "Well, Harry you came from that direction." Hermione said pointing to the east. "Ron, you came from the west and I came from the south." Hermione stated as she tried to work it out in her wonderful mind how to get back towards the base.
"We didn't start from base." Harry said putting in his part in the discussion as his eyes, along with Ron's followed Hermione's every movement as she paced. All three of them had changed, not only where they physically more stronger. Which was only really noticeable on the two boys but mentally and emotionally. They had to become grown ups in the space of one summer and it looks as if they have managed that feet.
"We go north then," Ron stated simply, "for that's the only direction we have left." Ron perhaps had changed the most from their intense training. Sure he was still his goofy self, however he would mature in seconds when the situation called for it. This training most certainly called for it. The small party of three agreed to try out this direction. They walked through the forest, in which they have assumed to be a magic forest, meaning that it was protected by powerful spells and enchantments so that no one not aware of them would be able to get into the forest. Or they had to be let in by Koril. Hermione had been thinking of the forest however as one big training arena. For that is what the trio where using it for.
Training to be fully prepared to face Lord Voldemort and his army of death eaters in the upcoming war in which every magical creature, human and animal alike will be fighting for their lives and for their races very existence. Or on a lighter note, which saved everyone else from being involved, where Harry would eventually face Voldemort in a stand off in a battle of the brawn and wits.
Yet another authors note: Yes I hope you liked it Now, I am looking for a BETA well more of a co-writer actually that has Aim or YIM, I work from 9 to 5 six days a week so it's hard for me as it is! If you are interested leave a review with how to contact you. Thankyou! Please review!
