A/N : This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction.. So go easy on me. Please ? :P
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So in this fic , I write about the Girl Who Lived. What if Hermione Granger was the Chosen One?
Draco Malfoy a guy stuck with the Dark?
P.S. Slight change in THE prophecy, Forgive me if you don't like it :)
Disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter Series or any of the charachters. Just the plot . But that is an obvious fact :/
So here goes..
Chapter 1 : How it was and How it is.
16 year old Hermione Granger opened her eyes with a start.
The nightmares were back. It had been almost 4 months since they had previously haunted her.
Sitting up in her bed she glanced towards one of her best friends Ginny Weasley. The red head was sound asleep.
Cautiously Hermione pushed back her bushy brown hair and touched the lightening shape scar marking her forehead.
It was still tingling. She looked out of the window. It was still dark and the night was silent.
She lay down again and wondered whether she should resume practicing Occlumency. Maybe Harry and Ron would help her.
She thought about the dream briefly before averting her thoughts to her upcoming year at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry.
She thought about all her classes and wondered who would be the new Potions and DADA teachers.
With this train of thoughts, Sleep finally overcame her.
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"The one with power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches..
Born to those who he has most hated, born as the ninth month flies…
And the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal,
But she will have the power the Dark Lord knows not..
and either must die at the hand of the other
for neither can live while the other survives"
These words had long ago described the destiny of Hermione Granger.
Her parents were muggles , that is non magic people. She was a witch born in the family.
Before she was born Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts and Alastor Moody , an Auror had came one fine night to the Granger family home , No doubt startling the Matthew and Jane Granger.
They had, obviously, not believed a word of what they were told but somehow (And he never tells her exactly how) her parents were convinced by Dumbledore. Protection was provided and the Grangers were guarded. But the prophecy was already in action and they were found.
She was just 2 when her parents were murdered by the Dark Lord, Voldemort.
She wasn't intended to be a survivor either, but when Voldemort cast a Killing Curse upon the infant, her mother threw herself in the way thereby sacrificing her life
And her love countering the Killing Curse deemed Voldemort to a bare existence with no body , no power.
It was often doubted that a Muggle Born could be the one to kill the Dark Lord or if she was really the Chosen One.
However, her friends Harry, Ron, Ginny and their families were always there for her.
Having spent her childhood in an orphanage until she got her acceptance letter at the age of eleven, she had no idea what it felt like to be in a family.
But Lily and James Potter as well as Molly and Arthur Weasley hardly made her feel as if she did not belong. And for a while everything was fine. It was like HE wasn't real. He wasn't returning.
But he was back. She had seen him come back to life in front of her own eyes the night of the Final challenge of the Triwizard Tournament 2 years ago. The night Cedric died.
Oh how she missed Cedric. He was the boy she fell in love with when she was thirteen. He did not see her as the muggle born, bookworm , know it all , the-girl-who-lived.
He saw her as she really was. The person she was behind her usual façade. His death had put her in a deep shock.
She and her best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter had faced Voldemort several times, But it was never as scary as it was in her fourth year, when she saw him kill Cedric in front of her own eyes. Hermione Granger was no coward. But yes, She WAS scared of Voldemort at that particular moment.
Never had she seen the murderer of her parents in his actual form. The strange extension on Quirrell's head , Tom Riddle's Diary and visions of Green Light were just an indication that he was there. He was alive. But now she had seen him twice. Faced him twice. Almost died.
After he came back the nightmares started. She would have visions of him killing, visions of him telling her that she was just like him and every time they ended with a blinding pain in her scar.
They had become so frequent in her fifth year that she had to take Occlumency lessons from Professor Snape. But after his death in the Ministry fight the previous year, she simply neglected it. And now they were back.
She had to fight them. Fight him.
She couldn't let her parents sacrifices be in vain.
