Gems in the eyes of the world.
Disclaimer: Nothing to do with Harry Potter belongs to me. That privilege goes to a woman who goes by the name of J.K.Rowling. If anyone knows her and is reading this, please do say hello to her for me.
SPOILERS FROM THE START, BEWARE
~Post Hogwarts~
Chapter one
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No. She couldn't face him now, not when she had failed him and the only reason he was lying in a hospital bed on the brink of death was because of her.
"Hermione, he wants to see you, you know that he won't be angry at you and blame you!!! Nobody does."
Hermione couldn't even look Ron in the eye anymore. This was all her fault, and she just couldn't handle it. But . . . if Harry wanted to see her again . . . maybe . . . yes, she would see him once more, before it was too late.
She entered the hospital ward and saw the familiar faces of her saviours. She had been captured by Lucius Malfoy, Wormtail and Bellatrix Lestrange to be held hostage for Lord Voldemort. They all thought that she was the brains of the group, the person who helped plan the plans, and the person who knew the most, so obviously she was the easiest target. Harry led an army to attack Voldemort to try and save her. Ron and Ginny had stayed behind due to the fact that he was needed for other things to do with the Order. Many had been harmed, some even killed, and the injured students included Harry. It was a miracle that he had gotten away from Voldemort alive yet again.
She spotted him sitting weakly on a bed right at the back of the ward. He spotted her soon after and smiled, Hermione tried to smile back, but found it hard as she heard her footsteps echo down the ward. Why did it feel like it was going to take her forever to reach him? She knew that she was attracting lots of stares from her rescuers. Many of them she had known from Hogwarts.
"Hi Harry."
Her throat seemed dry as she stared into the emerald eyes of the boy who lived. He had saved her from the clutches of death, and yet all she could say was a pathetic 'Hi Harry'???
"How've you been Hermione?"
"Fine, you?"
"Well," Harry glanced to his well-bandaged arms and legs. "Okay I guess, but . . . the healers say my chance is slim, because they say there may be some kind of poison that's undetectable in my blood so I might not have long. You know there was that purple liquid on that sword Bellatrix tried to kill me with? They say that it's got something to do with that."
Hermione nodded and managed a weak smile. They were talking like strangers, like their seven years of friendship had been nothing at all, but if it had been nothing, would Harry still have risked his life to save her??? Yes, he probably would have, Harry was that kind of person, to try and save everybody that was in danger, he'd probably save Draco Malfoy if he were ever in trouble.
"Ron's told me that you think it's your fault that me and everybody else," Harry paused and gestured to everybody else in the ward with his head (that was the only part that wasn't partly damaged). "Is here in St. Mungos."
Typical Ron, telling Harry everything that happened when he wasn't there to experience it. She remembered why her and Ron had split up in the first place. It was because she thought he cared more about Harry than he did her, and their relationship just couldn't carry on when Ron would rather spend his time talking with Harry on the quidditch pitch, than go on a romantic broom ride with her.
"You know Hermione, that no one, and I mean NO ONE, blames anything on you. I mean, it isn't your fault that they chose to kidnap you is it? And it isn't your fault that my stupid stubborn brain decided to fall straight into their trap." At this, she found her voice.
"Harry!!! You are not stupid!! You are the best wizard I know, and nothing is your fault."
"Well, nothing is your fault either!!!"
Hermione nodded although his words didn't register in her mind at all. He was only trying to comfort her, and she thought it was sweet and all, but she knew better than to believe him. Why did she have to go to the astronomy tower when he had asked her to? Why was she foolish enough to believe him?
Her mind drifted to that night that had caused all the problems: the night of the kidnap.
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"What do you want Malfoy?"
"If you didn't want to know Granger, then why did you come?"
Hermione didn't know the answer. When he had purposely dropped that note in her book bag in potions, she had wondered why she had even read it and considered meeting him in the astronomy tower that night. She should never have come, but her curiosity always got the better of her. Then again, curiosity kills the cat.
"See? You wondered why didn't you? You wondered why someone like me would want you to waste your precious time just to meet me here tonight."
"So what if I did? You said in your letter that you would do something horrid to Ginny, Ron and Harry if I didn't meet you here. I would never let you harm one of my friends Malfoy."
"You think too much Granger, and you shouldn't have wondered. It might get you into trouble one day."
Hermione frowned. The moonlight poured in from one of the many windows in the tower, lighting half of his face like a mask. His face was expressionless, stiff and even paler than usual. His eyes were different though, they weren't cold and lifeless, they were trying to do something . . . like . . . send her a secret message or something. But she just couldn't figure it out.
"Granger . . ." His eyes were definitely trying to tell her something but what she still couldn't quite figure out.
"Malfoy, why did you want me to come here at midnight of all times? Tell me now and get it over with, we have to travel home tomorrow."
His eyes . . . she was supposed to be one of the smartest witches around, and yet she couldn't figure out his urgent message . . . what was it? Silence filled the air around them and the wind seemed to hold its breath, as time itself seemed to stop. Through all this waiting, neither of them broke eye contact but still Hermione didn't get the message, and she never would until it was too late.
"Granger . . ."
"Spit it out Malfoy." Draco's eyes widened slightly as if he just seen something behind her. Hermione didn't look behind her to check, she didn't trust Malfoy enough to not see him face to face. He broke their eye contact and looked down to the stone floor.
"I'm sorry Granger, but this has to be done."
Hermione frowned again, and was about to ask him what he was talking about when she felt someone grab her from behind. She fainted, only to find herself awake in a dark dungeon with no signs of Draco anywhere.
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"Hermione?"
She snapped back to reality to see that Harry was staring worriedly at her. She smiled weakly at him.
"Hermione, you do know that you'll have to fight with the rest of us soon, don't you? Even if I don't survive, I think you should still try. Stuff that stupid prophecy eh???"
She nodded. Of course she knew, how could she not. There were signs of the Voldemort everywhere. Hogsmeade had only been attacked the other day, and hundreds of people had been killed, even the old beggar who stood in the old alleyway by Honeyduke's. The buildings now lay in ruins as they had been blasted by powerful spells, and the happiness that normally radiated in the village was no more.
She didn't want to fight anymore, felt like she couldn't fight anymore. She felt frail, and fragile, broken you can say. She didn't understand the point of fighting anymore. Without Harry there was no chance, and Voldemort would take over not just the Wizarding world, but also the muggle world and she would be no more. Why couldn't she just live a normal life? Why did she have to fight this war? When she didn't want to?
Maybe she should coward out of it, her parents would be ashamed of her but . . . what else could she do? She had to fight for the good of everybody, but what about her? Maybe she should fight, but wasn't quitting a better option?
She turned to look behind her and saw Lavender Brown (with Parvati next to her) and Seamus Finnegan (with Dean by him) breathing heavily, and clutching their hearts. Blood seemed to be seeping out of both their mouths, great gallons of it, at the same time and she cringed as four healers rushed in. They casted many spells on the two of them until finally, with a final drop of blood, Lavender and Seamus's heads had drooped to their shoulders and the healers pronounced them both dead. The poison that they had been infected with had suddenly attacked their heart directly, and there was no hope.
Hermione couldn't stand it, it was too much and too horrible. Two of her friends had died because of her, ALL because of her. Parvati, her parents, Lavender's parents, Mr and Mrs Finnegan and Dean were all crying as Hermione watched in horror. She ran out of the ward as quickly as her legs would carry her, her conscious screaming at her as she went -
'MURDERER!!!!!!!! YOU KILLED THEM!!!!!!!! IT'S YOUR ENTIRE FAULT!!!!! DIE!!!! DIE!!!! DIE!!!!!!! MURDERER!!!!!!'
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Rather short I know, this is the beginning though, so what do you expect? VERY serious fic with DEFINITE romance!!!! Please do review and tell me what you think, the more reviews the faster I type (hint, hint)!!!!!!!
Love, peace, pigs and fanfics,
~ILUVRONWEASLEY ^@^
P.S. If you would like to know the pairing of this story, just ask!!! I didn't put it in the summary because some people don't like to know (wait, I think the summary actually does hint very obviously which pairing it is). If you've read my other fanfics, you'll know for sure what pairing this is!!!
P.P.S. It's not a Hermione/Harry.
Disclaimer: Nothing to do with Harry Potter belongs to me. That privilege goes to a woman who goes by the name of J.K.Rowling. If anyone knows her and is reading this, please do say hello to her for me.
SPOILERS FROM THE START, BEWARE
~Post Hogwarts~
Chapter one
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
No. She couldn't face him now, not when she had failed him and the only reason he was lying in a hospital bed on the brink of death was because of her.
"Hermione, he wants to see you, you know that he won't be angry at you and blame you!!! Nobody does."
Hermione couldn't even look Ron in the eye anymore. This was all her fault, and she just couldn't handle it. But . . . if Harry wanted to see her again . . . maybe . . . yes, she would see him once more, before it was too late.
She entered the hospital ward and saw the familiar faces of her saviours. She had been captured by Lucius Malfoy, Wormtail and Bellatrix Lestrange to be held hostage for Lord Voldemort. They all thought that she was the brains of the group, the person who helped plan the plans, and the person who knew the most, so obviously she was the easiest target. Harry led an army to attack Voldemort to try and save her. Ron and Ginny had stayed behind due to the fact that he was needed for other things to do with the Order. Many had been harmed, some even killed, and the injured students included Harry. It was a miracle that he had gotten away from Voldemort alive yet again.
She spotted him sitting weakly on a bed right at the back of the ward. He spotted her soon after and smiled, Hermione tried to smile back, but found it hard as she heard her footsteps echo down the ward. Why did it feel like it was going to take her forever to reach him? She knew that she was attracting lots of stares from her rescuers. Many of them she had known from Hogwarts.
"Hi Harry."
Her throat seemed dry as she stared into the emerald eyes of the boy who lived. He had saved her from the clutches of death, and yet all she could say was a pathetic 'Hi Harry'???
"How've you been Hermione?"
"Fine, you?"
"Well," Harry glanced to his well-bandaged arms and legs. "Okay I guess, but . . . the healers say my chance is slim, because they say there may be some kind of poison that's undetectable in my blood so I might not have long. You know there was that purple liquid on that sword Bellatrix tried to kill me with? They say that it's got something to do with that."
Hermione nodded and managed a weak smile. They were talking like strangers, like their seven years of friendship had been nothing at all, but if it had been nothing, would Harry still have risked his life to save her??? Yes, he probably would have, Harry was that kind of person, to try and save everybody that was in danger, he'd probably save Draco Malfoy if he were ever in trouble.
"Ron's told me that you think it's your fault that me and everybody else," Harry paused and gestured to everybody else in the ward with his head (that was the only part that wasn't partly damaged). "Is here in St. Mungos."
Typical Ron, telling Harry everything that happened when he wasn't there to experience it. She remembered why her and Ron had split up in the first place. It was because she thought he cared more about Harry than he did her, and their relationship just couldn't carry on when Ron would rather spend his time talking with Harry on the quidditch pitch, than go on a romantic broom ride with her.
"You know Hermione, that no one, and I mean NO ONE, blames anything on you. I mean, it isn't your fault that they chose to kidnap you is it? And it isn't your fault that my stupid stubborn brain decided to fall straight into their trap." At this, she found her voice.
"Harry!!! You are not stupid!! You are the best wizard I know, and nothing is your fault."
"Well, nothing is your fault either!!!"
Hermione nodded although his words didn't register in her mind at all. He was only trying to comfort her, and she thought it was sweet and all, but she knew better than to believe him. Why did she have to go to the astronomy tower when he had asked her to? Why was she foolish enough to believe him?
Her mind drifted to that night that had caused all the problems: the night of the kidnap.
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"What do you want Malfoy?"
"If you didn't want to know Granger, then why did you come?"
Hermione didn't know the answer. When he had purposely dropped that note in her book bag in potions, she had wondered why she had even read it and considered meeting him in the astronomy tower that night. She should never have come, but her curiosity always got the better of her. Then again, curiosity kills the cat.
"See? You wondered why didn't you? You wondered why someone like me would want you to waste your precious time just to meet me here tonight."
"So what if I did? You said in your letter that you would do something horrid to Ginny, Ron and Harry if I didn't meet you here. I would never let you harm one of my friends Malfoy."
"You think too much Granger, and you shouldn't have wondered. It might get you into trouble one day."
Hermione frowned. The moonlight poured in from one of the many windows in the tower, lighting half of his face like a mask. His face was expressionless, stiff and even paler than usual. His eyes were different though, they weren't cold and lifeless, they were trying to do something . . . like . . . send her a secret message or something. But she just couldn't figure it out.
"Granger . . ." His eyes were definitely trying to tell her something but what she still couldn't quite figure out.
"Malfoy, why did you want me to come here at midnight of all times? Tell me now and get it over with, we have to travel home tomorrow."
His eyes . . . she was supposed to be one of the smartest witches around, and yet she couldn't figure out his urgent message . . . what was it? Silence filled the air around them and the wind seemed to hold its breath, as time itself seemed to stop. Through all this waiting, neither of them broke eye contact but still Hermione didn't get the message, and she never would until it was too late.
"Granger . . ."
"Spit it out Malfoy." Draco's eyes widened slightly as if he just seen something behind her. Hermione didn't look behind her to check, she didn't trust Malfoy enough to not see him face to face. He broke their eye contact and looked down to the stone floor.
"I'm sorry Granger, but this has to be done."
Hermione frowned again, and was about to ask him what he was talking about when she felt someone grab her from behind. She fainted, only to find herself awake in a dark dungeon with no signs of Draco anywhere.
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"Hermione?"
She snapped back to reality to see that Harry was staring worriedly at her. She smiled weakly at him.
"Hermione, you do know that you'll have to fight with the rest of us soon, don't you? Even if I don't survive, I think you should still try. Stuff that stupid prophecy eh???"
She nodded. Of course she knew, how could she not. There were signs of the Voldemort everywhere. Hogsmeade had only been attacked the other day, and hundreds of people had been killed, even the old beggar who stood in the old alleyway by Honeyduke's. The buildings now lay in ruins as they had been blasted by powerful spells, and the happiness that normally radiated in the village was no more.
She didn't want to fight anymore, felt like she couldn't fight anymore. She felt frail, and fragile, broken you can say. She didn't understand the point of fighting anymore. Without Harry there was no chance, and Voldemort would take over not just the Wizarding world, but also the muggle world and she would be no more. Why couldn't she just live a normal life? Why did she have to fight this war? When she didn't want to?
Maybe she should coward out of it, her parents would be ashamed of her but . . . what else could she do? She had to fight for the good of everybody, but what about her? Maybe she should fight, but wasn't quitting a better option?
She turned to look behind her and saw Lavender Brown (with Parvati next to her) and Seamus Finnegan (with Dean by him) breathing heavily, and clutching their hearts. Blood seemed to be seeping out of both their mouths, great gallons of it, at the same time and she cringed as four healers rushed in. They casted many spells on the two of them until finally, with a final drop of blood, Lavender and Seamus's heads had drooped to their shoulders and the healers pronounced them both dead. The poison that they had been infected with had suddenly attacked their heart directly, and there was no hope.
Hermione couldn't stand it, it was too much and too horrible. Two of her friends had died because of her, ALL because of her. Parvati, her parents, Lavender's parents, Mr and Mrs Finnegan and Dean were all crying as Hermione watched in horror. She ran out of the ward as quickly as her legs would carry her, her conscious screaming at her as she went -
'MURDERER!!!!!!!! YOU KILLED THEM!!!!!!!! IT'S YOUR ENTIRE FAULT!!!!! DIE!!!! DIE!!!! DIE!!!!!!! MURDERER!!!!!!'
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Rather short I know, this is the beginning though, so what do you expect? VERY serious fic with DEFINITE romance!!!! Please do review and tell me what you think, the more reviews the faster I type (hint, hint)!!!!!!!
Love, peace, pigs and fanfics,
~ILUVRONWEASLEY ^@^
P.S. If you would like to know the pairing of this story, just ask!!! I didn't put it in the summary because some people don't like to know (wait, I think the summary actually does hint very obviously which pairing it is). If you've read my other fanfics, you'll know for sure what pairing this is!!!
P.P.S. It's not a Hermione/Harry.