The Chosen One
Prologue
Where there is dark, there must be light.
Where there is evil there must be good.
Where there is hate there must be love
And that is the way it was chosen to be.
Chapter 1
As the bell went for the end of Potions, the group of three friends, Harry, Hermione and Ron, made their way back to the Gryffindor Common room. They were 7th year students in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Feeling slightly anxious, Hermione announced that she had to go and see Professor McGonagall about some homework. She knew this wasn't the truth. She just wanted to find the truth behind her past. What was this necklace she had been given? What did it mean? She had some sort of hunch, after much resasurch in the school library. However, she didn't want to believe it.
Meanwhile, in the common room, Harry was talking to Ron about his concerns for Hermione.
"Ron?" Harry called to his friend
"Yeah, what is it" answered Ron, now annoyed because he was losing his game of Chess.
"I think there's something wrong with Hermione"
"Probably all that time she spends in the library"
"No, I mean, really wrong" said Harry, now looking more serious than Ron had ever seen him before.
"What do you mean, really wrong?" Ron was now seriously worried about Harry, let alone Hermione.
"She just hasn't been herself latley"
"Harry, are you feeling okay?"
"Yes! I'm feeling fine!"
At that moment, the door to the common room opened, and in came Hermione.
"I couldn't find the Professor..." said Hermione, but Harry thought she seemed very far off.
"Hermione?"
"What is it Harry?"
"Are...are you alright?"
"What do you mean" snapped Hermione
"Well, you just don't seem yourself today"
"I don't know what you mean" said Hermione, and stalked off to the girls dormitary.
But inside, she knew he was just as worried about her as she was.
a/n: Okay, this was my first ever fanfic, and I think it's a little short. There are seven parts, and the sixth is the longest....I think! I also write cliches occasionally, but my romance stories are the best! And this story gets better, I promise!
Prologue
Where there is dark, there must be light.
Where there is evil there must be good.
Where there is hate there must be love
And that is the way it was chosen to be.
Chapter 1
As the bell went for the end of Potions, the group of three friends, Harry, Hermione and Ron, made their way back to the Gryffindor Common room. They were 7th year students in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Feeling slightly anxious, Hermione announced that she had to go and see Professor McGonagall about some homework. She knew this wasn't the truth. She just wanted to find the truth behind her past. What was this necklace she had been given? What did it mean? She had some sort of hunch, after much resasurch in the school library. However, she didn't want to believe it.
Meanwhile, in the common room, Harry was talking to Ron about his concerns for Hermione.
"Ron?" Harry called to his friend
"Yeah, what is it" answered Ron, now annoyed because he was losing his game of Chess.
"I think there's something wrong with Hermione"
"Probably all that time she spends in the library"
"No, I mean, really wrong" said Harry, now looking more serious than Ron had ever seen him before.
"What do you mean, really wrong?" Ron was now seriously worried about Harry, let alone Hermione.
"She just hasn't been herself latley"
"Harry, are you feeling okay?"
"Yes! I'm feeling fine!"
At that moment, the door to the common room opened, and in came Hermione.
"I couldn't find the Professor..." said Hermione, but Harry thought she seemed very far off.
"Hermione?"
"What is it Harry?"
"Are...are you alright?"
"What do you mean" snapped Hermione
"Well, you just don't seem yourself today"
"I don't know what you mean" said Hermione, and stalked off to the girls dormitary.
But inside, she knew he was just as worried about her as she was.
a/n: Okay, this was my first ever fanfic, and I think it's a little short. There are seven parts, and the sixth is the longest....I think! I also write cliches occasionally, but my romance stories are the best! And this story gets better, I promise!