Flaws and All
Summary: When Hermione gets stranded in the Era of the Founders of Hogwarts, where would she go? Good thing she knows who can help her, even though she would need to convince them. And the fact that she knows everything about them doesn't really help really her much.
A/N: This isn't my HP fanfiction, though the couple is a first for me; seen so many for this couple that haven't been finshed and thought- why not?
Chapter One:
Running, that was all Hermione Granger could do at this present time to get a good distance between her and the men that was chasing her.
Run.
Since the barrier that protected the walls of Hogwarts was down, Death Eaters had invaded the school, twice Hermione was left on her own; something that neither Harry, Ron or herself had planned but since had anything they planned actually gone according to it?
Bruised, bloody, covered in filth and sweat from her efforts in avoiding possible death; her teenaged body was starting to hurt in protest. She wondered at all if she could survive this, deep down she knew she could, there in front of her she sees it.
A door.
Just a plain, simple, wooden door that lead to her safe haven, three feet in front of her; willing her legs to go a little faster.
Two feet in front.
A purple light zinged passed her, missing her right shoulder by mere inches; she gasped as she shot a jinx back, not slowing down to see if it hit her mark she was only a few inches from the door.
Running full speed, Hermione raced into the room; slamming the door shut placing all kinds of protective charms around it, she then dropped to the floor for a quick needed breath but still her guard was up.
That was when her body hurt, everything hurt. Her leg muscles ached from running too long, her brain hurt from trying to come with logical explainations on how she was going to survive this; her arms were hurting due to the wounds and bruises she had recieved via her fair share of dueling with some horrid followers of the Dark Lord.
Hermione took a small needed breath, as she laid flat out on the floor; trying to get her accelarating heartbeat back under control, but her eyes snapped open as her body and clothing started to get cold.
Getting to her feet the young, seventeen year old witch looked around her surroundings; confused as to where she was.
Hermione then noticed that it was snowing- snowing inside Hogwarts?
A noise to her left made her adrenaline skyrocket, she was up and flying towards the left without even taking a chance to look back behind her to see who or what made the noise.
Tears blinded her vision as she found herself weaving through snow covered trees, rocks and all sorts of things without even thinking as to where she was going or heading.
As she weaved through another section of trees, her heart got caught in her throat as a shadowy figure was a few feet in front of her, cladded in black from head to toe; a scream was building up from her stimach as well as a curse or charm to protect herself but her wandarm was not willing to listen to her. A flash of red light zoomed at her, she was plummentating backwards legs kicking out in panic and her arms outstretched; her life flashed before her eyes- her friends, family and her beloved school.
Her head slammed hard into something solid and then fell to the ground, and then utter darkness surrounded her.