You Can't Hold Me Back: A Dramione fic
Author's Note: Some of the aspects of this story do not happen in the order that they did in the books. Just a head's-up. This is my second attempt at a fanfic, but I took down my first one from the site so it won't be up there if you search for it. I hope you all enjoy it. Please review and give me any suggestions/criticisms that you have.
As the summer was drawing to a close, Hermione sat in the garden at the Burrow and took it all in. This is going to be our last year, she thought, After all that we've been through, everything is going to be different.
The past year had been utter hell for them. Dumbledore was killed by a teacher most had already thought of as untrustworthy: Severus Snape. Harry and Ginny were no longer together, Harry fearing that if they stayed together, she'd be in danger too. Everyone was now fully aware of the danger that lies ahead. Voldemort was really back, and as much as everyone dreaded it, a war was impending.
Hermione was brought back from her thoughts as she heard the sounds of Ron, Harry, and Ginny playing a friendly game of Quidditch. Even in the worst of times, the still manage to find the strength to play Quidditch.
"Hermione, are you alright? You haven't said a word all afternoon." Harry said, giving her one of his signature concerned looks.
"Oh yes, I'm fine. Just thinking about what's happened. Oh Harry I'm just so worried about what's going to happen to us!" Hermione replied as she threw her arms around him, tears streaming down her face. "Is Hogwarts really as safe as it used to be? What happens if the Death Eaters attack the school? The younger years won't know what to do or how to defend themselves!"
"Hermione, Hogwarts is most likely the saftest place for anyone to be. And if the Death Eaters attack, we'll be ready. Don't you think McGonagall has put precautions into place and planned for something like this? We'll make it through this year, Hermione, you'll see."
"I'm sorry, Harry. Just thinking about everything makes me nervous, sad, scared. I don't know what's going to happen of all of us."
"That's the beauty and the curse of life, Hermione. We never have and never will know what's to come. We just have to live it out as it comes to pass."
"When did you become so wise, Mr. Potter?" Hermione said, letting out a small, sad chuckle.
"I suppose after all the years I've had to take advice from you, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and even Hagrid, I picked up on a thing or two about giving advice."
"Thank you, Harry. Now get back to your game before they get too impatient." Hermione replied, motioning to the steadily growing impatience of Harry's fellow Quidditch players.
Yes, everything is going to be different, Hermione thought again, but I think we'll be ok.
Author's Note: I know this chapter is EXTREMELY short, but this is just the start. I want to hear what you (the readers) have to say about my story before I continue. All suggestions/criticisms are much appreciated so PLEASE review! Thanks!