Darkness within
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, and that includes any characters and objects.
Author's Note: This is my very first Hermione/Draco ficcy I ever wrote, well, to tell you the truth, this is my very first Harry Potter ficcy. I got stuck with a dare to write a ficcy about Draco/Hermione or Harry/Cho. And obviously I chose to do a Draco/Hermione. Please R+R. Tell me what you think of it.
Chapter One: Dreams Are So Confusing
~ Hermione's P.O.V. ~
* It all happened so fast! Voldemort . and my parents. Why did Voldemort choose to attack my house of all the other houses? Great, now I'm just being selfish.
~ Flashback ~
It was one hour past midnight and my parents and I were having our usual family night together before I was to leave for Hogwarts. Then, it happened. Voldemort just busted in. I managed to escape with a distraction from my parents. When I think about it, I should have just stayed in the house.
It was a good thing that I had put my Hogwarts stuff outside or I would have had to go back into my house and I'd be giving Voldemort a chance to kill me. And even if I did go back in, my parents would have thought of another way to distract him for awhile. I wouldn't want my parents to die because of me. Who would?
I ran all the way down the street when I heard a piecing scream from my house. I knew that Voldemort had killed them. That scream would send chills up peoples' back, even though they are 100 miles away. It was all so horrifying. I was glad that I didn't see them die, but at the same time sad because they died. The least I could've done was die with them. Then maybe, I wouldn't be sulking.
I ran, not thinking about where I was going. At every intersection I turned right or left. Somehow, I ended up at Diagon Alley. I didn't know how I got there, but I was there and that's all that matters.
~ End Flashback ~
I was on the verge of crying. The memories of that night still bring tears to my eyes. Harry and Ron didn't know anything of it. I don't know why they wouldn't. I mean, Harry does live with- oh, wait, Harry lives with Sirius now. I don't how Harry and Sirius did it, but they managed to clear his name. Well, Harry and Ron thought my depression was just a phase that all girls go through. What do boys know?
I was in my dormitory, sulking, when somebody knocked on my door. "Come in," I said. The door slowly creaked open, and the person who was standing at my door would make anyone cower in fear. Well, the reaction for me was quite different. I felt all the blood rush out of my face. I was probably paler than a zombie ever could be. *
~ end of chapter one ~ That's all for now! Two reviews till the next chapter, k? It's really all right if you flame me. I am a beginner and I definitely don't take criticism seriously. Well, thanx! (
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, and that includes any characters and objects.
Author's Note: This is my very first Hermione/Draco ficcy I ever wrote, well, to tell you the truth, this is my very first Harry Potter ficcy. I got stuck with a dare to write a ficcy about Draco/Hermione or Harry/Cho. And obviously I chose to do a Draco/Hermione. Please R+R. Tell me what you think of it.
Chapter One: Dreams Are So Confusing
~ Hermione's P.O.V. ~
* It all happened so fast! Voldemort . and my parents. Why did Voldemort choose to attack my house of all the other houses? Great, now I'm just being selfish.
~ Flashback ~
It was one hour past midnight and my parents and I were having our usual family night together before I was to leave for Hogwarts. Then, it happened. Voldemort just busted in. I managed to escape with a distraction from my parents. When I think about it, I should have just stayed in the house.
It was a good thing that I had put my Hogwarts stuff outside or I would have had to go back into my house and I'd be giving Voldemort a chance to kill me. And even if I did go back in, my parents would have thought of another way to distract him for awhile. I wouldn't want my parents to die because of me. Who would?
I ran all the way down the street when I heard a piecing scream from my house. I knew that Voldemort had killed them. That scream would send chills up peoples' back, even though they are 100 miles away. It was all so horrifying. I was glad that I didn't see them die, but at the same time sad because they died. The least I could've done was die with them. Then maybe, I wouldn't be sulking.
I ran, not thinking about where I was going. At every intersection I turned right or left. Somehow, I ended up at Diagon Alley. I didn't know how I got there, but I was there and that's all that matters.
~ End Flashback ~
I was on the verge of crying. The memories of that night still bring tears to my eyes. Harry and Ron didn't know anything of it. I don't know why they wouldn't. I mean, Harry does live with- oh, wait, Harry lives with Sirius now. I don't how Harry and Sirius did it, but they managed to clear his name. Well, Harry and Ron thought my depression was just a phase that all girls go through. What do boys know?
I was in my dormitory, sulking, when somebody knocked on my door. "Come in," I said. The door slowly creaked open, and the person who was standing at my door would make anyone cower in fear. Well, the reaction for me was quite different. I felt all the blood rush out of my face. I was probably paler than a zombie ever could be. *
~ end of chapter one ~ That's all for now! Two reviews till the next chapter, k? It's really all right if you flame me. I am a beginner and I definitely don't take criticism seriously. Well, thanx! (