So here's something new. I'm trying to get back into writing with original ideas and what not. your support would be greatly appreciated.
As for outer house. i will get back to it after all. Hope you all enjoy the new story, i've got some fun things in store as always.
The Book Called Revenge
Chapter one
In the first month, it was reported in the Daily Prophet, and Ron had gone on a rampage, questioning every Ministry higher up he could reach and not giving anyone a chance to interfere with the way he was doing things.
The second month, Harry had talked Ron into settling down and had put his best team of Aurors together to get to the bottom of this. When it looked like no one at the Ministry could pinpoint what Hermione had been last working on, he'd had to start from scratch. He also got special permission from the Ministry to perform otherwise illegal searches.
When the third month came around, the Ministry could no longer indulge Harry or Ron's mourning, even if they were the saviors of the wizarding world. Work needed to be done and business conducted. After all, a missing persons case could only go on so long…
On the fourth month, Ginny had talked Harry and Ron into believing that Hermione must have had something important to do that she couldn't tell them about; that she would come back when she was able.
During the fifth month, Hermione's name no longer graced the front page of the Daily Prophet and Harry, Ginny and Ron had gone to Hermione' parents to break the news.
Finally, as the sixth month of Hermione's disappearance continued unsolved, her name was nowhere to be seen in the Prophet and Harry's special force was back to cleaning up the wizarding world. Ron was in America preparing for the World Cup on the home teams field and her parents were barely making it through the days.
Hermione stood over Harry's shoulder as he wrote to Ron about having a proper funeral and Hermione knew that all hope of her being found and set free of this curse she was under, had suddenly become impossible.
She wanted to scream at Harry to just turn around. To tell him that she was right here, he just couldn't see her. But she had no voice.
She reached out a hand but it went right through his shoulder, just as it had been doing the past hundred times. She screamed a silent scream. She didn't want to go to her own funeral! Especially because she wasn't dead. In fact, if she could just manage to get hit by a car, she would probably be better off, but she couldn't touch anything. She just walked through walls and if she jump from buildings, she'd float gracefully to the ground.
It was horrible.
What kind of monster would create such a curse. It was so inescapable, and worse yet was that it wasn't meant for her in the first place.
It had happened right after she'd finally gotten the okay to create a new branch at the Ministry, The Study and Destruction of Harmful Restricted Books Department. She'd had the idea a while back when thinking about Tom Riddle's diary. It was a dangerous book to say the least and when she started working at the ministry, she found out that there were books even more dangerous than one that could use humans to do their bidding.
In fact, they had a whole library where they'd been stashing the books when they were confiscated from evil witches and wizards since the beginning of the Ministry itself. Some of them had been left there for future examination and others were just impossible to eliminate. One thing they all had in common was that they were dark, powerful and frighteningly forgotten.
So Hermione's proposal was to record the history of each book and how they worked, cracking their encoded spells and keeping a proper log of all the information. A lot of the books, though used improperly, had magic in them that was beyond their years or still impossible to fathom and that's why she wanted to understand them.
Some of those books could lead to good changes in the magical world. New possibilities.
So she set to work on the books, making sure to ward herself with charms and every protective spell she knew. As the only employee of a new department she wasn't technically supposed to be down in the library doing anything. It wasn't meant to be a one man job for obvious reasons, but she couldn't wait for them to transfer or hire a whole new staff. Fifty books into her log, she'd stumbled upon the one that had done this to her.
It had been late at night and she hadn't been able to go home without starting a new book. The book had writing on the front that spelled out Revenge and when she opened it, she read the first line of the book with quickened curiosity.
'For you, a humbling experience you shall not soon forget'
She was about to continue down the paragraph when she saw the messy scrawl of an ink quill start writing on the opposite page.
'I'm trapped, you must help me'
There was a pause and Hermione watched the book until it wrote again.
'The book says that you're the only one who can, and I know that you hate me, but please, I've been trapped like this for weeks with no way of reaching out until now. You're the only one who can see me.'
There was another lengthy pause. The book wasn't speaking to her she realized, it was more like a person writing this to someone who was answering aloud.
'The book stole away my voice and'
The ink stopped writing and Hermione waited again, but it didn't continue. She'd seen plenty of things in this library and this was mild mannered in comparison. She went back to reading the inside cover.
'the one least likely to profit from your existence will be your only hope of ever being seen again.'
There was a flash of light and Hermione dropped the book in shock.
When the light dissipated, she watched the book to make sure it wasn't about to grow legs and attack her. She'd had enough of that from the last one, but the book just sat still on the floor.
She bent and picked it up staring at the cover.
It must have done something.
She yawned realizing that she really needed to get home. This book could wait until morning. She made to grab her coat off the back of her chair and her hand slid right through it.
Her heart began to pound as she tried again with the same outcome.
"Oh my God," she whispered, except nothing came out. She moved her mouth again and still no sound.
She spent the next ten minutes screaming and trying to touch the stacks of books, but to no avail.
The only thing she could touch was the book that had done this to her.
Hermione came back to the present with tears burning at her eyes as Harry attached his letter to the leg of an owl and blew out his candles, heading to bed.
Hermione squeezed the book, Revenge, with both of her hands. It was the only thing that she could touch and she'd been carrying it around with her for these past months reading the words of the girl who had been cursed before her.
The girl begged and pleaded for her enemy to release her from the curse and although Hermione couldn't read the guy's responses, she knew what he was saying. Malcolm was the guys name and he was a heartless bastard from what Hermione could gather.
Hermione left through a wall of Harry's house and walked down the empty street. With the light of the full moon at her back, she reread the words of the creator of Revenge for the hundredth time.
'the one least likely to profit from your existence will be your only hope of ever being seen again.'
Hermione continued on.
'He will be the only one who is able to read these pages and learn the truth to your freedom.'
Fine, Hermione thought. But who would benefit from her nonexistence? If she could just find that person, then they could read about how to break this stupid curse. Then the first thing she'd do would be to destroy this book.
No studying, no bettering the world or any of that crap, just fire for this bastard.
But back the point… who hated her?
It was a very short list, in fact it was only one person long. But really, how could he be holding a grudge for so long. With luck she'd explain what was going on and he'd help her straight away. She didn't know why she hadn't done it sooner…
But of course she did. She'd stood up on a podium and testified against his release after the war. She'd looked him in the eye and told a room full of people who could condemn him to life in Azkaban, that being under age should have been no excuse for his lack of morality.
She was part of the reason that, although he hadn't gone to Azkaban, he'd had almost all of his family fortune stripped away, including the house that had been in his family since the beginning of the Malfoy's.
She cringed when she thought of how the day came when the Ministry had decided that sending in Aurors to go through the large home and undo all the wards, curses, jinxes and confiscate all the other dark objects, had seemed like a waste of their time and money. Hermione had been front row and center to watch Harry and his team burn the place down.
She remembered seeing Malfoy there, unable to stop them and unable to save any artifacts because he was under suspicion at the time.
Hermione put her hand to her mouth as she felt bile rise up. After the war, she'd been so bitter and angry. She'd wanted everyone to suffer for their crimes. It didn't matter that he was young or that he hadn't chose the wrong side in the end, all that mattered was that he had taken part. And when they were going to let him go, she'd seen to it that she did her part to have him punished.
After the house was gone, the prophet reported that he'd taken his still quite handsome fortune and disappeared.
She felt like a monster.
She'd waited this long to go to him because she knew what would happen, knew that if he knew her situation, he'd turn a blind eye.
But that was ten years ago. Could time have made him even more bitter? She was going to soon find out.
If she could find him...
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