Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
AN: This will be a SS/HG romance fic if you don't like that pairing then this story isn't for you.
Warnings: None
The ground trembles as the soldiers march towards the ivy-covered tower. After tonight, no one will ever question their power again, not after they slay the Sisterhood and claim their power.
They will do what others have failed to do in three thousand years they will kill the mystical thirteen.
Little do they know they will never make it to the tower before the night ends, they will scream out while their blood seeps into the dirt.
No one takes on the Sisterhood and lives to tell the tale.
Nearly a thousand years later
Madam Pomfrey desperately tries to bring down, Hermione Granger's temperature. Every spell and potion she has used so far have done nothing to assist the Fifth year Gryffindor.
It's strange, almost as if something is making Hermione burn from the inside. She doesn't know how much' more she can do to aid her or if anything she has done has helped in any way.
Hermione opens her mouth and screams out in agony while thirteen crows watch patiently outside Hogwarts. The pain coursing through her body was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Hermione knows that Madam Pomfrey is saying something to her, but she can't hear over her own screams.
Hermione closes her eyes and curls up into a ball waiting for the agony to end.
It could have been hours or minutes when she felt a cold hand against her forehead. The skin was rougher than Madam Pomfrey's but the effort to open her eyes to see who it belong to was too much for her.
Her head felt as if someone was shoving hot needles in it.
Maybe she was dying it would make sense to her if she were. Could she have been hit by a dark curse that would make her suffer before she died?
She tries to replay everything that happened before the hospital wing, but all she can recall are little fuzzy memories. Hermione remembers eating lunch, her classes are a blur and then nothing.
Hermione didn't try to fight the blackness that took her, she just wanted the pain to come to an end.
"This is unlike anything I have ever seen before Poppy," Severus says, watching Hermione's face twitch in sleep.
"I don't know if her no longer screaming is a good or bad all I do know is her temperature is rising and I can't stop it," Poppy sighs, her face and eyes showing the worry she feels.
Severus was worried too, but he hid it. He was also confused as to what was causing this. He had a feeling Dumbledore knew or, at least, had some suspicion of what was going. Maybe once he shook off Umbridge, who was following him around like a fly follows the smell of shit he might tell him and Poppy something.
"We better hope it isn't contagious because if it is, it will spread through Hogwarts before anyone has a chance to do anything to stop it," Severus commented, praying that it wasn't. He gave up caring about his own life years ago, but nearly every magical child from eleven upwards was at Hogwarts.
From the look on Poppy's face, he could see that she had been too busy taking care of Hermione to consider it might become an epidemic.
That's the problem with the Wizarding World they think they're so superior that these things would only affect Muggles. More than once that arrogance had led to mass deaths like the Dragon pox deaths just over fifteen years before that wiped a great deal of the older generation.
Abraxas Malfoy had been one of them and Severus had seen him die because he refused to take the threat of catching it seriously.
Hermione let out a whimper and her sweat covered face scrunches up the same way it does when something confuses her class. The look is rare, but Severus has seen it on her face.
The only reason Severus had noticed it was because after she got the look she would hide that it ever happened. He wonders what confuses her in her sleep.
Albus Dumbledore has learned to hide his dislike of someone. He's grateful for that as Dolores Umbridge follows him to the Quidditch pitch.
He knows she is just waiting for the right moment to try to force him out of Hogwarts. She's as see through as adult just as much as she was as a child. Her bitterness has not lessened over time either.
He sees the thirteen crows hovering above she doesn't even if she did see them, she wouldn't know what it signifies. If she did, she wouldn't prattle on about how the Ministry knew best she would run.
There should only be twelve crows not thirteen. A storm is coming, the balance of power has shifted, but only a few know it right now and he is determined to keep it that way.
If the Ministry or worse Voldemort knew what was happening, it could end with countless deaths.
Salazar learnt it the hard way, but so did so many others that you don't interfere in the Sisterhood affairs nor did you try to fight them.
He hoped that Voldemort wouldn't repeat the mistakes of his ancestor, but everything he had done so far proved he was just as arrogant.
Author Note: I will try to make the next chapter longer and update as quickly as I possibly can. Please leave a review telling me what you think of the first chapter. I would also like to thank Angel N Darkness whose encouragement has helped me get this written and posted.