The Secret Riddle
A.N: I don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy!
Prologue: Part 1
The forest looked quite menacing shadowed against the setting sun. The trees that inhabited it were closely packed and withered with age, the base of the trunks twisted and disfigured to resemble the damned souls forever condemned to suffer and their high hanging branches intertwined with each other, dead hands clasped in prayer. The snow covered the ground densely, dark holes occasionally disturbing the whiteness, resembling pits into something unknown. To an observer with a deep spiritual connection, the forest looked like a frozen Hell, complete with an almost ethereal glow of red from the sun in comparison with the inky blackness o the sky.
Through this environment Helena Ravenclaw ran, her cloak flapping out behind her. She ran swiftly but with no true purpose in mind, her only thought to get away of the stomping, clumsy Baron, who ran behind her. This one thought process helped her to ignore the stinging pain of the branches as they whipped at her face and arms and the chill of the winter air.
She soon came across a large tree in the middle of a clearing. She collapsed tiredly at its base, wrapping her cloak tiredly around her. Helena reached into her pocket and drew out a small black pouch. From within her boot she withdrew her wand as well. Whispering a word, the tip of her wand flared a silvery light, letting Helena see enough to remove the diadem out of the pouch.
She smirked and looked at the diadem that her mother so cherished. It was quite beautiful, with the intricate silver leaf patterns that came into the middle to reveal the sparkling sapphire. Etched upon the inside of the crown were the words: "Wit upon measure is man's greatest treasure."
Helena, so absorbed in her admiration, did not hear as the Baron approached and soon he was upon her. All Helena felt was sweat and heat and clumsy hands clutching at whatever they could grab at. She screamed, saw the Baron's angry purple face and the spittle fly from his mouth. A flash of silver, a knife, she realized in horror, as the Baron stabbed her in the chest. Helena heard him cry out, felt the knife being pulled from her own chest, and a few second later, a thud.
Helena lay there tiredly, trying hard not to breathe too much as her blood fled from her body. She cried, knowing her life was at an end. Someone help, please! She gripped the diadem in her hands tightly, the only thing precious to her anymore.
Suddenly the sapphire glowed eerily. A bright blue orb floated out from the diadem and slowly spread out over Helena's body. A few minutes later it popped out of existence, leaving only a shimmering blue coffin. Inside laid Helena, the diadem clasped in her hands. Her wounds miraculously healed, though she was not breathing.
Inside the coffin laid a frozen beauty, not dead, but not living, frozen in a permanent state of being, in the land of ice.
A.N: I know that this is short but I've had this idea in my head for a while. It's a Dark!Hermione story, hopefully it'll be unique. That's all for now my lovelies. Read and Review!