Wow! O.o people! you are just awesome with the encouragement.. I'm goo right now. :) the reviews has fed the fragile muse. (picture crazed bunny with TnT. *don't ask*)
Please note this is character building. Any free betas out there...need extensive help here!
Within the valley of Cundinamarca, Colombia
For long time Hermione felt like a broken hourglass that was never properly repaired. The frame once made of Parfianka wood adorned with delicate vines was no more. The once pristine glass bulbs now clouded with a fine film of oil, standing vulnerable on its own. Sand of gold and blue glints so brightly leaked through the mini fractures. A gentle touch it would tip and shatter into a million pieces.
Hermione stared blankly out the window as Grandfather Cantón held her, rocking them as they shared the grief of war.
Mi alma, I know the darkness in your eyes. I recognize the stillness from the hunter within. You have seen things, doing things a child shouldn't need to do. No longer could you just accept what is given, you fought the monsters that lurk in the light.
Bah! the darkness just covers the ugliness. Asesinos de niños poco fuertes! Bastardos!
You feel lost and broken. The abyss wants you! Reaching out to give you oblivion. Seductively riding you to strike back in an uncontrollable rage, draining you of your sensibilities. Poco amor! Avoid becoming like them! Confundido y débil! You need to remove their claws that have sunk within you. Acepta tu naturaleza oscura, no temas. Hay luz y oscuridad en todos nosotros. There will be moments paranoia suddenly paralyzes you. Tricking you in reliving that moment. You will question everything. Strike out at others and doubt yourself. It will pass, mi niña linda, for each episode, will shorten because we understand and can stand by you.
Tears flowed freely that day as the once thought last heir of the Almodovar del Rio line cursed and railed breaking the mental wall his only magical granddaughter unknowingly built. In his rage tendrils of iridescent colors began to rise as the old man's irises elongated. Familial magic reached out to heal the damaged body and core of the young witch. Brokenly she shuddered in his arms.
He understood and didn't judge.
The Half-Blood War revealed so much darkness and misguided ignorance given by the hands of the most trusted. What Hermione's parents taught her didn't prepare her for the strife magic brought. Nor did the bullying she suffered in primary school give her thick enough skin to deflect all the barbs slung her way.
No, she was not prepared but she quickly adapted. Soaking as much knowledge she could to endure. Her ignorance would not be a hindrance for survival. Ducking and dodging malicious spells cast her way. Hurling her own creations in return, earning shrieks and sneers from her housemates but respect from her enemies. Learning an antiquated system so thoroughly biased and stilted she was surprised the British Enclave economy hasn't already collapsed. Ruthlessly she worked within the rules to achieve her goals, for no one cared for muggle-borns.
Not even the few whom fought on their behalf.
So, she studied and shared with her true peers. Together they created an underground, unsuspecting powerbase outside the Order. Not in secret, for that would mean acting outside of one's character. In the typical Gryffindor way, brazenly within the halls of Hogwarts. During non-Gryffindor quidditch practice, and study periods. The teachers nor the any of the purebloods students ever noticed. For muggle-borns were considered odd, scorned and belittled. Not worthy of teaching the traditional ways of magic. Customs proudly known by the pureblood raised half-bloods and purebloods.
The bushy haired buck tooth know-it-all. Considered plain, and prudish, appreciated only for her mind and organizational skills. Easily brushed aside for her lineage. Taken for granted and scoffed by what was considered her betters. An oddball to her ignorant peers she becomes a creature of cold cunning logic with a streak of malicious mischievous judgment. Attracting a well know pureblood of fame and status. Proving her blood meant nothing, but power and ability meant everything.
It took a foreigner to see past the stack of books and piles of parchment that she was more. Victor Krum treated her with admiration and respect. In return, she appreciated his valor and honor. He also wasn't bad to look at either. Of course, on the night meant for joy and laughter an insecure menace would ruin what promised to be such lovely night.
It was a jagged path, the Golden trio stumbled through was riddled with needless confusion, strife, and pain. Once the mission was accomplished, seemingly indestructible bonds were simply broken. The boy who she called a brother in all but blood exchanged her love, trust, and loyalty for the endearment of a fickle society.
Instead of railing at the wind, Hermione Jean Granger faded away.
An unforeseen backlash was felt by the British Enclave for the blatant mishandling of the mass killings and destruction of property spanning the 1970s through the late 1990s. Multiple sanctions and tariffs were applied by both the Royal Crown and all other Magical Enclaves.
The Ministry of Magic wasn't as powerful as was thought.
All mouth and no trousers eh...
Translations
British slang: All mouth and no trousers - cannot make good on their boastful claims
Mi alma– my soul
Asesinos de niños poco fuertes – uncouth child killers
Poco amor – little love
Confundido y débil! – Confused and weak!
Acepta tu oscuridad, no temas.– Accept your darkness, don't fear it.
Hay luz y oscuridad en todos nosotros. – There are light and darkness in all of us.
niña linda – my pretty girl
