Title:

No Good Deed

Author:

Duvivantde

Disclaimer:

None of the characters you recognize are mine, and actually belong to JK Rowling. I think this story could be canon, if you ignore certain events from book six and forget about book seven and the epilogue. This story takes place during the war and continues when the war ends. And of course, the title (it has nothing to do with the movie, either) and the quotes presented at the beginning of each "Part" don't belong to me.

Summary:

Hermione is caught by Death Eaters when she is sent on a mission. Soon enough she finds herself in the hands of her childhood nemesis. A mixture of feelings swirl between the two as they both struggle with the course their lives have taken and the events that are to come that will inevitably throw them together once and again despite their past and of course, their attempts to forget it.

Part One

LUCK?

"Sometimes it´s the smallest decisions that can change your life forever"

-Keri Russell


Chapter 1: The Capture

Hermione Granger sat low against a thick tree with large roots looping in and out of the damp ground, hoping with all her heart that she was safely hidden.

She tried to concentrate, to catch every sound coming her way, but it proved to be rather hard, for she could barely hear above her own hammering heart. She inhaled slowly, and just as slowly exhaled, keeping herself from making any noise.

She knew they were close, and when the largest of the three men saw her, recognized her, all her hopes of them giving up on her trail evaporated as easily as a snowball would have done in hell.

She knew it was a mistake, that she wasn't supposed to be so close to the camp, especially without a team. There must have been a mix-up with the instructions. And yet here she was, saving captives and trying to steal any information she could, or at least that was the plan. Things weren't exactly working like that.

She was meant to pass unseen to one of the cabins, take all the documents she could and get out while another team attacked the buildings where the war prisoners were kept, creating, at the same time, a distraction which would keep Hermione safe.

She managed to get to the cabin, but the distraction never came and soon enough three men walked into the building while she was trying to get out. It was dark in the large room; she knew they couldn't see her face.

So she took her wand out and blew the opposite wall down, running through the large hole as soon as the bricks stopped falling.

A couple of minutes later a bright, white light hit her, blinding her for a moment. She slowed down, not knowing what the light was and where it was coming from.

The three men reacted at the same moment, the wheels in their heads finally working, they ran after her, shooting stunning spells at her, but they all missed her by mere inches.

She tried to apparate, but a force pulled her back. She figured the whole camp had a certain ward up.

One of the men caught up to her first, grasping her wrist tightly. Hermione gasped and turned back.

The man was rather short, but his lack of size in the vertical direction was made up by the size of his muscled torso and the strength in his arms.

She looked behind the short wizard, calculating how long before his two friends caught up to them. She could tell this man hadn't recognized her, or he would have hit her with a spell already.

She lifted her hand, the one that was free and which was also; thank Morgana, holding her wand.

The man´s eyes grew, surprise and fear twisting his face. Hermione pointed her wand straight to his chest, and with a tremble of her lips, the man fell to her feet, releasing her arm.

She looked up when she heard the other two´s screams, they were calling out for more to join them.

That's when her eyes locked with one of them, the largest. His skin was dark, his hair cut short. He was looking at her with pure hate. Hermione stood still, trying to decide where to go. She couldn't apparate, and she couldn't make it far by running. And then the man´s face lit up, and Hermione knew he had recognized her.

She gasped wildly and took off running; she couldn't get far, but maybe just far enough to find an appropriate hiding spot.

And that's where she was now. Her mind was racing. She wanted to know what had happened to the other team, why they never showed up. She tried to figure out what to do with the documents. She wondered what to do in case they caught her. She tried not to think about the last thought but-

"Keep quiet, take the left." She heard whispers.

She couldn't tell where they were coming from, but they were close. She pulled her legs closer to herself, trying to hide between two big roots.

She couldn't decide if she should get up and start putting some more distance between her and the hunting party that had been organized. Instinct told her to run, but her brain told her to stay, to blend in with the darkness and the ferns around her.

Hermione Granger was known for following her brain most of the time, and this was not going to be the exception. She slowly sank farther into the slightly wet dirt beneath her, ignoring the cold numbness that soon enough started to spread through her body.

She held her breath as she heard heavy but careful footsteps breaking loose twigs somewhere to her right. She sank even further, muffling a gasp as the tip of a small broken branch dug easily into the flesh of her left hand.

She froze when she noticed that the steps had frozen as well. She couldn't hear anything that didn't belong to the forest. She wondered if she had been heard. She didn't move, despite the sharp pain that started in her palm and climbed up her arm.

She winced, swallowing hard as she glanced around her with slow, deliberate movements. She avoided any large movements, so she tried to look all around by just moving her eyes.

After a few minutes of not hearing anything unusual, Hermione shifted her body slowly, trying to put all her weight in her right hand in order to release her left. But in that precise moment the branch collapsed with a loud crack, tumbling Hermione to the ground.

She moaned slightly as she tried to recover quickly and return to listening, but as soon as her back hit the trunk once she tried to move again, a flash of light was blinding her again. However this ray of light was not as large as the other had been.

She squinted, her heart stopping as she saw that the light came from a wand, and behind the wand was no other than the large man that had recognized her back at the camp.

She felt her face drain of blood as the man smiled darkly at her. Hermione patted the ground carefully, searching for her wand; she had dropped it when the branch had broken.

She found it, and was just about to lift it when someone else´s boot stepped on the tip of the thin wood. She looked up to find another man smiling smugly at her. She looked around her and found that a small shadowed group was standing behind the man pointing the wand at her; a few were even twirling their wands.

She looked up at the large man again and stared at him blankly.

"Got ya." He slurred before the man that was standing on her wand leaned down and jerked her up by the arm. She winced at the pain. The man pulled her wand effortlessly from her grasp.

"Walk." He commanded as he pushed Hermione forward, breaking a path through the group of Death Eaters. They were all smirking smugly at her, their disgust evident in their eyes.

She stared each one down as she walked past them, refusing to be intimidated, refusing to let them see the fear she truly felt. The man holding her wrapped his hand tighter around the top part of her arm, pushing her forward once again.

She didn't react; she just let herself be dragged to whatever evil events where taking place in that camp, the group of men following behind.

Author´s Note:

Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. A new story for a new year :) Review if you please ;D