House: Slytherin
Category: Short
Prompts: [First Line] He/She/They had three hours before anyone would be able to see him/her/them again, provided the spell worked fully.
Word count: 484(Excluding Author's Note, but including entire Entry and Title)
Warning: This is an AU (Alternate Universe) piece. Dark!Hermione; Dark!Harry
Characters: Hermione Granger; Harry Potter.
Summary: Harry Potter has become the owner of the Philosopher's Stone. One night, Hermione Granger, direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin comes to ask him to do the unthinkable.
Author's Note: Second attempt at a Dark!Harry; first attempt at a Dark!Hermione. :) Kristina loved it; hope y'all do too!
Update: I hope I fixed all the errors my Judge found while reading :) As much as I absolutely hate how picky they are about every little thing, fixing my grammar issues will only strengthen my writing abilities ^-^
As always, enjoy
-Carolare Scarletus
.~.
Nosce Te Ipsum
.~.
He had three hours before anyone would be able to see them again, provided the spell worked fully. Harry Potter, war hero, experienced practitioner of the Dark Arts, and owner of the Philosopher's Stone, stood with his back pressed against the wall. A cauldron had been set up in front of him, the contents sizzling away above a smoldering black fire. In his hand was a dagger, to which he had dragged across his palm, again providing the source to the ritual that was the- something to feed off of. He'd been doing this for some years now; he'd abandoned several of his abodes, escaped the law, travelled across Europe and Asia, and finally settled somewhere so remote he had to invite those he believed were trustworthy to partake in such an insidious rite.
That is how Hermione Granger came along.
"How much longer?" the witch slithered beside him, her eyes glittering in the low light of the fire.
Harry glanced beside him. For the longest time, he'd been under her servitude. After the fall of Voldemort and the anointing of her reign, Hermione had gained significant followers. After all, she was the descendant of Salazar Slytherin and she was a force to be reckoned with.
"Three hours," he told her. "Things like these take time, as you may know."
Hermione was agitated, he knew. Though, her expression surely didn't show it. Instead, she backed away from the cauldron, picked up one of the daggers laying on the table beside it and began twirling it around her fingers. It was a habit of her deceased lover.
"I don't understand why you've asked me to do this." Harry looked at the dying embers, a sign that the potion was nearing its final stages. With it, he could cast the spell and she'd finally be free to see what she so craved. "I've told you before, it's never worked."
"As I told you, Potter," hissed Hermione, her eyes glowing red, "do as I say, or I shall expose you as a fraud."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "A fraud? You know very well I am the greatest of my kind."
"Not after what I have seen."
In one fluid motion, Harry was there, glowering at the witch as she stood her ground. Their eyes flowed the unmistaken shade of their host, a common fracture of what they've come to know. There were five others out there, and with the spell, they'd soon find out where and who they were. When Lord Voldemort died, his soul had split, causing seven of the closest beings to attract the shards of his being. Harry just so happened to be the last, while Hermione had been the first. It was in her eyes that he found his home and came to know one truth.
Even someone as heartless as Hermione Granger knew how to be human.
-Fin-