The Unforgivables
Chapter one ~Arrival at Hogwarts~
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any new characters that you don't recognize.
A/N I am starting a new story, which I really shouldn't be considering I have seven others that remain unfinished, but obviously I was never one to ignore my muse, now was I?
Full Summary: I admit, this story is a bit cliché, but I am trying to make it as original as possible. Hermione's parents were killed by Voldemort during the Christmas break of her fifth year. She thought it was simply because she was a muggle-born witch, but soon she finds out that there is more to her than she ever thought possible. The fate of the wizarding world rests in the hands of this very woman. Can she overcome her fears and find out what she needs to know, or will she be led down the wrong path by temptation? HG/DM
Rated R for violence and possibly a steamy scene here and there.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Hermione Granger woke up to the sound of her rather obnoxious alarm clock. She rubbed her eyes with one hand, reaching for the clock with the other.
"Oh stuff it, you." She muttered, voice still husky from sleep. She banged the alarm clock against her nightstand and was relieved by the absence of noise. She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, yawning for all she was worth.
She smiled as Crookshanks, her cat, sauntered in and jumped up on her bed, rubbing against her chest. She stroked his fur absentmindedly trying to remember what she had set her alarm clock for. Hermione walked over to her calendar and gasped. Today she was going back to Hogwarts!
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Hermione walked through the busy station of Kings Cross, desperately trying to make her way to platform 9 and 3/4. She wondered if anyone would recognize her. She had changed quite a bit over break.
Hermione had found that the longer she grew her hair, the less frizzy it became. Sleek brown waves now tumbled down to mid thigh, ending in soft curls. She hadn't gotten much sun over the summer hols, and her skin had become pale. Her amber colored eyes seemed to bore straight through a person. Some said it was almost as if she could see right down into your soul, knowing every little rotten thing you had ever done.
Much to her dismay, she hadn't grown any taller over the summer, remaining, as she would say, 'vertically challenged.' (A/N I will put her height in feet since more people can understand that. If you'd like me to put it in meters, let me know in a review.) Hermione had yet to reach five feet, standing at a measly 4'10. (A/N My height! Lol)
She wrapped her cloak tighter around her thin frame, although it was not cold in the slightest. Finally she made her way to the platform, and soon after that, to the train.
She sought out the compartment she, Harry, and Ron had shared through the years and sat there, a lone figure in the darkest corner of the compartment. She put the hood of her cloak down and sat, staring at everything, yet seeing nothing.
Soon she heard noise coming from down the corridor, and wondered if it would be Harry or Ron. The door to her compartment opened. She was right.
Ron and Harry walked in, talking and laughing with their girlfriends, Ginny and Padma Patil hanging off their arms. (Ginny with Harry, Padma with Ron. Duh) Harry was the first to notice Hermione, whom had put her hood back up, wanting to remain unnoticed.
"Oh, sorry miss. We thought this compartment was empty. We'll leave, if you like." She smiled. Harry was always the more courteous of the 'Golden Trio.' If only the person whom had dubbed them that could see them now.....
She snapped out of her trance at Harry's inquisitive glance.
"No, no. You can stay." She said quietly. Ron's blue eyes widened.
"Hermione? Bloody hell! Is that you?" He asked.
"No, Ron. It's me, Draco Malfoy. Death Eater extraordinaire. Can't you tell?" She said dryly. The boys grinned widely as Ron continued.
"It is you! Where have you been all summer? We tried owling you from the Burrow!"
Hermione breathed deeply, counting to ten. This was exactly what she didn't want to tell them. They had been so busy with their girlfriends that she doubted they even knew her parents were dead, let alone who killed them.
"Oh, you know, here and there. I went to France for a bit this summer. I've picked up the language fairly well. My aunt and uncle took me to Italy as well, and I've become rather fluent with that particular language."
"Really?" Ron asked. Harry and Ginny were too busy snogging in a corner to pay her any mind. "Say something in Italian then. I've never heard anyone speak that language." Hermione grinned.
" Guarda! Il tuo cane è in fiamme!" She smiled. For some odd reason or another, that had become her favorite phrase.
"Well?" asked Ron. "What did you say?"
"Look! Your dog is on fire!" And at that, she burst into helpless peals of laughter as Ron looked at her confusedly.
"But I don't have a dog." He said, making Hermione laugh harder. Soon after she stopped, she stood up reaching for her trunk.
"You know, I think I'm going to go find a new compartment. This one seems a bit crowded to me, and I've some friends from Hufflepuff I've been meaning to say hello to." And with that, she left.
Hermione walked down to the very end of the train, finding a compartment that at first glance seemed empty. She opened the door a bit and poked her head through.
"Is someone in here?" She asked softly. She heard movement.
"Just me. No one special. Come in if you like." She pulled her hood up farther, looking to conceal her face. She didn't feel much like talking. She drug her trunk in behind her and looked at the person lying on the bench across from hers, staring at the ceiling. Much to her surprise, it was Draco Malfoy.
"Why aren't you with your Slytherin friends?" She asked, somewhat bitterly.
"Why aren't you with your Gryffindor ones, Granger?" He retorted. She gasped.
"How do you know its me?"
No answer. She grabbed her trunk, getting ready to find a new compartment. She was almost to the door when he stood up, and turned her around to look at him. Draco towered over her, having grown to a full height of 6'4. Her head barely reached past his elbow.
"No. Stay." He said, then released his hold on her, lying back down the way he was when she had first entered the compartment. She shrugged and sat back down. The rest of the ride to Hogwarts passed uneventfully.
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When the students finally arrived at Hogwarts, Hermione dug through her trunk, desperately trying to find her Prefect's Badge. She found it underneath a few pairs of muggle clothes she had, and rubbed it with the sleeve of her robe before pinning it onto her chest.
"So you're the Prefect for Gryffindor. It figures. No one else in that bloody house has enough brains to become one." She turned her head, looking into his haunted gray eyes. It seemed as though he had seen a world of pain. She closed her eyes and shook her head. He hadn't seen his parents being murdered though.....
She opened her eyes again, and saw a flash of silver coming from his chest. She looked closer and saw that he was wearing his own Prefects Badge.
"You're the Slytherin Prefect?" She asked incredulously. His eyes flashed.
"What's it to you?" She shook her head at his response and replied in monotone,
"It's nothing. Nothing at all."
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Hermione walked into the Great Hall, head held high, and watched the Sorting Ceremony. When it was over, she sat still, waiting for Dumbledore to make his speech and announce the Prefects, and the new Head Girl and boy. Soon enough, the old Headmaster stood up.
"Students, even though we are in a time of great sorrow, there is no reason for you to be so burdened while at this school. For the time being, you may forget your troubles. Simply enjoy yourselves, and may I remind you all the the Forbidden Forest is still forbidden.
"I would now like to announce this years Prefects. From Hufflepuff, Hannah Abbot and Dennis Thompson. From Ravenclaw, Padma Patil, and Jeremiah Baker. From Slytherin." He paused. "Draco Malfoy, and Sharaya Valenzueala. And finally, from Gryffindor, Hermione Granger and Collin Creevey." The students stood up, and much applause and cheering could be heard. Dumbledore smiled.
"These students have demonstrated excellent behavior and learning skills. I would like you all to treat them with respect, and keep in mind that they have the power to take away House points." He added with a wink. Hermione sat down, barely hearing whom the new Heads would be. Afterward, she heard someone say that they were Cho Chang and Albert Normand.
After everyone was finished eating, students began filing through the doors. The Prefects had been given the passwords to their own House, and all the others as well. They had also been given instructions on how to get to their own personal dormitories, and the passwords there.
Hermione and Collin walked the students to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"The new password is Treacle Tart. I bid you all good night." She said, before walking away to her own Common Room. She walked up to the fourth floor, stopping at a beautiful tapestry picturing the Hogwarts Crest. She took her wand out and tapped each animal three times and said,
"I am Hermione Granger, Prefect. I bid you let me enter." The crest swirled round, seeming to melt into the wall. Soon there was a hole, big enough for her to enter. She walked in to a magnificent room.
It was painted dark blue, and the furniture was a cranberry color. The ceiling was enchanted exactly like that of the Great Hall. There was a blazing fire in the fireplace, though it gave off no heat. She supposed it would, when the weather actually got cold.
There were two staircases. One for the fifth year Prefects, and one for the sixth. She ascended the one to the right, (sixth year) and saw four doors, each bearing the name of the Prefect to live there, and the crest of the House they belonged to. Hers was right between Padma's and Draco's. She walked in to a beautiful room, although everything was white but the tall wooden bookcase in the far righthand corner of the room.
She walked over to the bookcase in awe. It was at least six feet tall, and filled to the brim with books by her favorite magical authors. There was a note stuck to the third shelf that said 'courtesy of the headmaster.' And signed, 'Albus Dumbledore.'
She smiled and took her wand out, enchanting the place to look exactly like the common room. Her room even had its own fireplace. She had begun unpacking when the fire in her fireplace blazed up. She turned around and shrieked as she saw the Headmasters face staring at her solemnly through the flames.
"Hermione," he said gravely, "I need you to come down to my office at once. There are some important matters that I need to discuss with you."
So? How did you like that? Should I continue with it? Review and let me know!
~*~FreAkOnALeaSh~*~
Chapter one ~Arrival at Hogwarts~
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any new characters that you don't recognize.
A/N I am starting a new story, which I really shouldn't be considering I have seven others that remain unfinished, but obviously I was never one to ignore my muse, now was I?
Full Summary: I admit, this story is a bit cliché, but I am trying to make it as original as possible. Hermione's parents were killed by Voldemort during the Christmas break of her fifth year. She thought it was simply because she was a muggle-born witch, but soon she finds out that there is more to her than she ever thought possible. The fate of the wizarding world rests in the hands of this very woman. Can she overcome her fears and find out what she needs to know, or will she be led down the wrong path by temptation? HG/DM
Rated R for violence and possibly a steamy scene here and there.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Hermione Granger woke up to the sound of her rather obnoxious alarm clock. She rubbed her eyes with one hand, reaching for the clock with the other.
"Oh stuff it, you." She muttered, voice still husky from sleep. She banged the alarm clock against her nightstand and was relieved by the absence of noise. She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, yawning for all she was worth.
She smiled as Crookshanks, her cat, sauntered in and jumped up on her bed, rubbing against her chest. She stroked his fur absentmindedly trying to remember what she had set her alarm clock for. Hermione walked over to her calendar and gasped. Today she was going back to Hogwarts!
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Hermione walked through the busy station of Kings Cross, desperately trying to make her way to platform 9 and 3/4. She wondered if anyone would recognize her. She had changed quite a bit over break.
Hermione had found that the longer she grew her hair, the less frizzy it became. Sleek brown waves now tumbled down to mid thigh, ending in soft curls. She hadn't gotten much sun over the summer hols, and her skin had become pale. Her amber colored eyes seemed to bore straight through a person. Some said it was almost as if she could see right down into your soul, knowing every little rotten thing you had ever done.
Much to her dismay, she hadn't grown any taller over the summer, remaining, as she would say, 'vertically challenged.' (A/N I will put her height in feet since more people can understand that. If you'd like me to put it in meters, let me know in a review.) Hermione had yet to reach five feet, standing at a measly 4'10. (A/N My height! Lol)
She wrapped her cloak tighter around her thin frame, although it was not cold in the slightest. Finally she made her way to the platform, and soon after that, to the train.
She sought out the compartment she, Harry, and Ron had shared through the years and sat there, a lone figure in the darkest corner of the compartment. She put the hood of her cloak down and sat, staring at everything, yet seeing nothing.
Soon she heard noise coming from down the corridor, and wondered if it would be Harry or Ron. The door to her compartment opened. She was right.
Ron and Harry walked in, talking and laughing with their girlfriends, Ginny and Padma Patil hanging off their arms. (Ginny with Harry, Padma with Ron. Duh) Harry was the first to notice Hermione, whom had put her hood back up, wanting to remain unnoticed.
"Oh, sorry miss. We thought this compartment was empty. We'll leave, if you like." She smiled. Harry was always the more courteous of the 'Golden Trio.' If only the person whom had dubbed them that could see them now.....
She snapped out of her trance at Harry's inquisitive glance.
"No, no. You can stay." She said quietly. Ron's blue eyes widened.
"Hermione? Bloody hell! Is that you?" He asked.
"No, Ron. It's me, Draco Malfoy. Death Eater extraordinaire. Can't you tell?" She said dryly. The boys grinned widely as Ron continued.
"It is you! Where have you been all summer? We tried owling you from the Burrow!"
Hermione breathed deeply, counting to ten. This was exactly what she didn't want to tell them. They had been so busy with their girlfriends that she doubted they even knew her parents were dead, let alone who killed them.
"Oh, you know, here and there. I went to France for a bit this summer. I've picked up the language fairly well. My aunt and uncle took me to Italy as well, and I've become rather fluent with that particular language."
"Really?" Ron asked. Harry and Ginny were too busy snogging in a corner to pay her any mind. "Say something in Italian then. I've never heard anyone speak that language." Hermione grinned.
" Guarda! Il tuo cane è in fiamme!" She smiled. For some odd reason or another, that had become her favorite phrase.
"Well?" asked Ron. "What did you say?"
"Look! Your dog is on fire!" And at that, she burst into helpless peals of laughter as Ron looked at her confusedly.
"But I don't have a dog." He said, making Hermione laugh harder. Soon after she stopped, she stood up reaching for her trunk.
"You know, I think I'm going to go find a new compartment. This one seems a bit crowded to me, and I've some friends from Hufflepuff I've been meaning to say hello to." And with that, she left.
Hermione walked down to the very end of the train, finding a compartment that at first glance seemed empty. She opened the door a bit and poked her head through.
"Is someone in here?" She asked softly. She heard movement.
"Just me. No one special. Come in if you like." She pulled her hood up farther, looking to conceal her face. She didn't feel much like talking. She drug her trunk in behind her and looked at the person lying on the bench across from hers, staring at the ceiling. Much to her surprise, it was Draco Malfoy.
"Why aren't you with your Slytherin friends?" She asked, somewhat bitterly.
"Why aren't you with your Gryffindor ones, Granger?" He retorted. She gasped.
"How do you know its me?"
No answer. She grabbed her trunk, getting ready to find a new compartment. She was almost to the door when he stood up, and turned her around to look at him. Draco towered over her, having grown to a full height of 6'4. Her head barely reached past his elbow.
"No. Stay." He said, then released his hold on her, lying back down the way he was when she had first entered the compartment. She shrugged and sat back down. The rest of the ride to Hogwarts passed uneventfully.
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When the students finally arrived at Hogwarts, Hermione dug through her trunk, desperately trying to find her Prefect's Badge. She found it underneath a few pairs of muggle clothes she had, and rubbed it with the sleeve of her robe before pinning it onto her chest.
"So you're the Prefect for Gryffindor. It figures. No one else in that bloody house has enough brains to become one." She turned her head, looking into his haunted gray eyes. It seemed as though he had seen a world of pain. She closed her eyes and shook her head. He hadn't seen his parents being murdered though.....
She opened her eyes again, and saw a flash of silver coming from his chest. She looked closer and saw that he was wearing his own Prefects Badge.
"You're the Slytherin Prefect?" She asked incredulously. His eyes flashed.
"What's it to you?" She shook her head at his response and replied in monotone,
"It's nothing. Nothing at all."
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Hermione walked into the Great Hall, head held high, and watched the Sorting Ceremony. When it was over, she sat still, waiting for Dumbledore to make his speech and announce the Prefects, and the new Head Girl and boy. Soon enough, the old Headmaster stood up.
"Students, even though we are in a time of great sorrow, there is no reason for you to be so burdened while at this school. For the time being, you may forget your troubles. Simply enjoy yourselves, and may I remind you all the the Forbidden Forest is still forbidden.
"I would now like to announce this years Prefects. From Hufflepuff, Hannah Abbot and Dennis Thompson. From Ravenclaw, Padma Patil, and Jeremiah Baker. From Slytherin." He paused. "Draco Malfoy, and Sharaya Valenzueala. And finally, from Gryffindor, Hermione Granger and Collin Creevey." The students stood up, and much applause and cheering could be heard. Dumbledore smiled.
"These students have demonstrated excellent behavior and learning skills. I would like you all to treat them with respect, and keep in mind that they have the power to take away House points." He added with a wink. Hermione sat down, barely hearing whom the new Heads would be. Afterward, she heard someone say that they were Cho Chang and Albert Normand.
After everyone was finished eating, students began filing through the doors. The Prefects had been given the passwords to their own House, and all the others as well. They had also been given instructions on how to get to their own personal dormitories, and the passwords there.
Hermione and Collin walked the students to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"The new password is Treacle Tart. I bid you all good night." She said, before walking away to her own Common Room. She walked up to the fourth floor, stopping at a beautiful tapestry picturing the Hogwarts Crest. She took her wand out and tapped each animal three times and said,
"I am Hermione Granger, Prefect. I bid you let me enter." The crest swirled round, seeming to melt into the wall. Soon there was a hole, big enough for her to enter. She walked in to a magnificent room.
It was painted dark blue, and the furniture was a cranberry color. The ceiling was enchanted exactly like that of the Great Hall. There was a blazing fire in the fireplace, though it gave off no heat. She supposed it would, when the weather actually got cold.
There were two staircases. One for the fifth year Prefects, and one for the sixth. She ascended the one to the right, (sixth year) and saw four doors, each bearing the name of the Prefect to live there, and the crest of the House they belonged to. Hers was right between Padma's and Draco's. She walked in to a beautiful room, although everything was white but the tall wooden bookcase in the far righthand corner of the room.
She walked over to the bookcase in awe. It was at least six feet tall, and filled to the brim with books by her favorite magical authors. There was a note stuck to the third shelf that said 'courtesy of the headmaster.' And signed, 'Albus Dumbledore.'
She smiled and took her wand out, enchanting the place to look exactly like the common room. Her room even had its own fireplace. She had begun unpacking when the fire in her fireplace blazed up. She turned around and shrieked as she saw the Headmasters face staring at her solemnly through the flames.
"Hermione," he said gravely, "I need you to come down to my office at once. There are some important matters that I need to discuss with you."
So? How did you like that? Should I continue with it? Review and let me know!
~*~FreAkOnALeaSh~*~