The Sacrifice of hiding in the Light
Chapter 2: Deatheaters
"Merlin Oliver, you really are a fat one!" Hermione groaned as she helped him up the stairs to the front door of his London condo.
"Bloody hell Granger, what are you a little girl?" He quipped. She helped him inside and onto the couch and scribbled on a piece of paper.
"Here" she said as she handed it to him "It's my number" he looked confused.
"Number for what?" he accosted.
"Crimey!" She huffed and looked around. "There" she pointed to a black contraption on a side table.
"My ringer? what about it?"
"You can not honestly tell me it rings and you don't answer it!" she pushed her hands on her hips and looked down upon his now sobering figure.
"You can answer the bloody thing?"
"Yes, you can. You can also talk to it." she grinned. Turning to leave he stopped her. "Hermione?" she spun around.
"Yes Oliver"
"Say I answer it, what will it say?" he asked looking like a small child.
She smiled. "Ok first thing, this is my number" he nodded. "If you can"t get a hold of me call this number, these buttons, right here" she pointed to the receiver she was now holding "push the ones that match my number in the order I gave you and listen till I say hello. If your 'ringer' rings again pick it up and say hello who is this" He didn't look very clear minded, but nodded anyway.
"Now I'm going to go home, call if you need anything."
"Right" he said and smiled, watching her walk towards the door. "Mione?" she turned to face him once more. "Come back soon, I do miss the old days." It was about a forty-five minute walk from his flat to her house. When she was an inch from her house she saw a deatheater come and block her path to get to the safety of her house. Her parent's old house.
'Crap what am I gonna do? I don't carry a wand with me any more!' Hermione thought franticly. The deatheater made no moves to go for their wand, so they just had a staring contest. Finally after twenty minutes the deatheater raised her hand and tore off her mask.
There stood a twenty year old Cho Chang clad in deatheaters robes. "GRANGER?" She asked in surprise.
"CHANG? What the bloody hell has happened since I left the wizarding world?" She asked not truly believing her eyes.
She got over her shock and smirked at her. "A lot of things Granger!" She raised her wand to kill her. "Say bye-bye. Avadra Kedavra !" Hermione just stood there to shocked to do anything. Just as the curse was an inch away from her, she ducked out of the way and screamed "Accio wand!" Cho's wand soared out of her hand and into Hermione's hand. Cho just stared at her in fright.
"Granger what the hell give me my wand back or else."
"Or else what?" she challenged
"Or else this." She suddenly snapped her fingers and the other deatheaters that were with her stopped what they were doing. "Destroy this mudbloods house."
"Why she doesn't look that special?" Asked one of the deatheaters.
"Yeah were looking for the brightest witch since Ravenclaw herself!" said another
"You idiots this is HERMIONE ELIZABETH GRANGER!"
"Well in that case RAZE." He screamed the curse. There was a silence over them all that could be heard was a wand hitting the ground.
Hermione had dropped Chang's wand along with herself to the ground.
Gone. Hermione stood there heart broken. Gone. Her parents house. Gone. Where was she to go now? What was she supposed to do with out them. That was her only link to them. Now it was gone. Who was she now? Who could she turn to? She was filled with rage. Hate. Death. Destroy. Kill. Hurt. REVENGE!
"AVADRA KEDAVRA!" She screamed out with all her emotions of abhorrence.Hermione's body was glowing green. She was using wandless magic.All the bodies of the deatheaters and the muggles that they had killed were all around her.She had to run. But where? Oliver's? no. She couldn't do that. Or could she? After arguing with herself for about a half an hour she finally figured out where she could go.She didn't have much of choice now, she had to go...
She had to get back to Oliver's.
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