Dark Angel Chapter 1: 7th Year

During her 7th year at Hogwarts, Hermione finds herself to be the recipient of strange and anonymous letters. Before she has the chance to learn the identity of her stalker, Hermione finds herself in the clutches of the beast himself.

Non-con/ Prisoner/ Kidnapped/ Smut/ Violence

Hermione was sitting in the Heads' compartment staring out of the window. The Head Boy, a Ravenclaw, slept soundly on the seat opposite her.

Whilst Hermione chose to return to Hogwarts without the other two pieces of the Golden Trio, she couldn't help but miss them. Perhaps it was merely the after effects of the Second Wizarding War that lingered with her. Whatever it was, Hermione sighed as she gazed out of the window, watching the scenery whizz by.

The Order of the Phoenix had been triumphant in the Second Wizarding War, but the scars remained with the survivors. Everyone had changed. But that's what war did, didn't it? It changed you.

The months following the end of the war could not have been predicted by Professor Trelawney, herself. It was hardly a surprise that Ginny and Harry had soon united with one another in marriage. However, what was surprising was that Ron and Hermione quickly found themselves drifting apart. Their friendship remained, but the kiss they had shared in the Chamber of Secrets didn't last the flame.

Hermione took solace, however, in Ginny's return to Hogwarts along with her. It provided her with a sense of normalcy and familiarity.

Hermione had also changed. To start with, she didn't have her parents anymore. Their obliviated minds were unable to be returned to their previous state. It appeared that her obliviation had been more powerful than she had anticipated.

Her hair was much longer now, her beautiful curls no longer frizzy. She was still the know-it-all muggle-born witch she had always been, and read quite a lot. But she wasn't who she was before.

Hermione didn't sleep as well as she used to. Ever since the war, Hermione began to have nightmares. It was always the same. She would watch Harry die. Nagini would be on the verge of killing her and Ron on the staircase of Hogwarts castle. Finally, she ended the nightmare with the familiar encounter in the Room of Requirements with Draco Malfoy and his cronies.

Like always, she would wake up covered in sweat, her heart beating wildly as she gasped for air. Hermione had sampled several sleeping-draughts and potions to relax her during her horrid nights of attempted sleeps. But nothing worked. Her nightmares tortured her each time she fell asleep. Sometimes she'd even wake up screaming.

And that is the tale of why Hermione Granger slept with the light on at night.

Emitting a sigh, Hermione opened her favourite novel, Pride and Prejudice, and started reading.

When the train stopped she closed her book and woke the Head Boy. Thankfully her Head counterpart was not a slacker; once he awoke, he assisted her in checking the train to ensure that it was empty and there were no lingering students.

"Ah, Miss Granger, Mister Baxton. Follow me please."

Hermione and George Baxton followed Professor McGonagall through the castle corridors in silence, only stopping when they reached a portrait of a young girl in a white summery dress.

"This is the entrance to the Head Dormitories," McGonagall explained, waving her hand toward the portrait. "The password is 'Jasmine'."

Hermione and George nodded once in understanding as the portrait swung open to reveal the room within. The common room, Hermione noted as she stepped through the portrait, was grand in size with an attached kitchenette. Two doors, which she supposed led to the allocated bedrooms, were on opposite sides of the room.

"You will find your belongings in your bedrooms," McGonagall explained, standing by the portrait hole. "Patrol starts at 9.30pm sharp. Do not be late."

Before either Head student could respond, McGonagall was gone and the portrait had shut closed.

"Well," George sighed, strolling toward the sofa. "Here we are, then."

Hermione hummed, nodding slightly as she wandered around the room leisurely.

"I never thought I'd end up Head Boy, you know?" George said as he sat on the sofa.

"Well look at you now, George. You are Head Boy." Hermione smiled.

"Fancy a cup of tea?" George asked.

"Sure."

He stood and went into the kitchen to make two cups of tea as Hermione continued wandering around the room. It was certainly larger than she had expected, although she was hardly complaining about that. It just meant that she had more space to spread out her books and read.

Smiling, Hermione walked over to the roaring fireplace, deciding that it was her preferred spot from that moment onwards.

"Thank you," Hermione smiled as George approached and handed her a steamy mug of tea.

"So ... how have you been?" George asked, making his way back to the adjacent sofa.

"Good," Hermione nodded, cupping her mug in her hands. "And yourself?"

"Not too bad ... I heard Harry and Ginny got married. Is that true?" George asked casually.

"Yes, yes. It's quite true." Hermione smiled.

"Fancy that," George answered politely, his eyes on his mug of tea. "You know this morning while I was waiting with the others, I noticed something unusual. When we were boarding the train, I heard a fourth year boy talk about it. A strange rumour."

"Really? What kind of rumour?"

"Well, you know the Slytherins are back, yeah?"

"Yes." Hermione nodded.

"Do you remember Draco Malfoy?"

Hermione swallowed a little. Naturally she remembered Draco Malfoy. He was difficult to forget.

"Yes I remember him. Why?"

"Well, that's the thing see." George frowned, leaning forward slightly. "I was looking around the Slytherins and noticed he wasn't here. Malfoy is always on time you know, so I thought it quite strange. Then I heard a Slytherin girl saying that he wasn't returning to finish his year at Hogwarts. She said that he was finishing it at Beauxbatons instead."

Hermione almost dropped her cup surprise.

"Beauxbatons? Are you sure about that George?"

"Yes." George nodded. "The guy has too much bad history in Hogwarts, so it doesn't really surprise me that he'd go there. But … then again, it is Draco Malfoy. He always holds his head high, you know?"

"Yes ... very ..."

"Anyway, it might be for the best. I mean, he was always a cruel person. I never liked him."

"You're right." Hermione nodded firmly. "It's for the best."

But even as she was saying so Hermione knew something wasn't right. Something just felt a little strange …

Hi Guys so I uploaded again chapter 1 with the help of my new Beta whom I mentioned in chapter 12 hope it's better than before :).