Goodnight my Hermione
Chapter 1
Hermione's story
There was a soft smile placed on her lips. It held much in it for just a simple smile, it told an onlooker that this particular girl was either slightly amused or was caught up in a good memory. However compared to what she was thinking, her smile wasn't nearly the size one would expect. But in times like this, times of a fierce war and fear, a slight smile was more than the majority of the wizarding population couldmuster. To some, even a simple smile like this, that wasn't a sneer full with hatred or something fake plastered on ones lips, a real smile was priceless.
She looked down to the letter held in her hand. The green inked piece of parchment looked like just another letter from just another person, but inside there was something that lit up her day from the moment the owl delivered it. Something she had worked most of her school career to achieve.
Dear Miss Granger
It is mypleasure to inform you that in this your seventh and final year
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you have been given the Head Girls
position for this school year. You and the Head Boy Draco Malfoy will have certain
duties to attend to for the well being of the school. These include: organising any
events in the school andorganising the prefects and any other duties that the staff and
myself will need your help on. For a full list you will find another piece of parchment
enclosed.
You and the Head Boy will share a common room and have a joining
bathroom for emergences. The password to your common room that you will fined on
the 4th floor behind the tapestry of the werewolf and vampire war is" Metamorphic"
She had read the letter over countless times. OK so Malfoy the all so mighty ass hole of the universe was Head Boy, but she wasn't going to let him get to her this year. But it was only to be expected that he got the badge, next to her he got the highest marks. But come on, this is Malfoy the same boy who had tormented her for over six years, called her mudblood and any other name his little minions and himself came up with. Her priceless smile slowly disappeared as she remembered her worst memories of his laughter.
The small golden badge shined in her hand. Thoughts of Malfoy removed themselves from her head as she quickly made her way home eager to tell Harry and Ron who were at the burrow the good news. The sky darkened quickly as she made her way home, in no time the stars were shining brightly in the almost pitch black sky and the moon hung low a look offorboding coming it off. With the streetlights and the glowing windows of her house she made her way up the drive to her home. As soon as her door closed the phone began ringing.
"I'll get it." her mothers voice said from the sitting room. The bustling form of her mother hurried out the room at the side and she gave Hermione a quick smile before picking up the phone. "Hello." She said down the receiver.
Hermoine turned and started to make her way quietly up the stairs and towards her room. She had got to the third step when her mother called her back.
"It's for you dear," Her voice called, "It's a man from the ministry of magic. He said his name was... Tom Marvolo Riddle I think."
Hermione looked taken aback by surprise. That name was familiar from somewhere. Then it struck her. Like a gun. She sprinted to the phone and slammed the receiver down with a force so hard it made her mother jump.
"W-who was it d-dear?" said Mrs Granger her voice quivering slightly at her daughters strange and rather rash actions.
A sudden crack and a high pitched inhuman laugh sounded behind them answering her question. Hermione closed her eyes tight in fear.
"No!" her whispering voice rasped out. She was going to die, she knew it. But... wait was she just going to stand here and let that monster of a so called man kill her, here in own home. And no doubt kill her defenceless muggle parents. She had to do something, mustering her Gryffindor courage she turned towards the glaring red eyes of the Dark Lord Voldemort.