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Summary: When Hermione's parents die, courtesy of the Dark Lord of course, Hermione has nowhere to go. Ron and Harry immediately think the Burrow but it seems as if Dumbledore has other plans for her. When that crack-pot old fool demands that Hermione stays at Malfoy Manor, the only one who ISNT shocked is Narcissa.
Hermione moves in during the summer, right before sixth year. The Dark Lord now has different plans for Draco, which doesn't involve Dumbledore; he shall still leave that task to Snape. No, now, Draco must work on something else.... DM/HG
Sam!
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Sam!
Ps: I need advice!! This is probably my first time doing JUST 3rd Person P.O.V. I normally do 1st Person. Am I Doing Well? Should I Switch To 1st Person? Or Do A Bit Of Both?
Over the next couple of days, necessary arrangements were being made. Hermione packed all of her things, the moment she had been told that she wouldn't be staying at The Burrow.
The funeral had been planned. The official date was August 30th. They would go to Godric's Hollow for the funeral, and then everyone but Hermione would head back, whilst Hermione would leave with Narcissa. She had no idea how this was better than staying at Malfoy Manor. She thought that this was like handing the enemy a weapon of mass destruction. But you see, Hermione knew something was wacked with Dumbledore. More than himself. Hermione knew Dumbledore would never ask her to do this, if he was sane. But that was the issue. No one ever knew if he was sane. So Hermione didn't put a lot of thought into it.
Little did she know- It was the dumbest thing she'd ever done.
Hermione stayed in her room-well Ginny's technicality- until the last moment. The funeral was today, and this was the last time she would see her parents. Harry had gone overboard, paying for everything from the caskets, to the burial. Not a penny came out of Hermione's account. Hermione would have refused, but she didn't have the energy after the first attempt. This was also the last day she would see her friends before the first of September, which wasn't really saying too much, because the first of September was a day and a little bit after the funeral.
Hermione took her time getting ready. She wanted to look presentable for her parent's funeral, yet, the other part of her wanted to crawl into a hole, bawl her eyes out, and not come out for anyone. That was the heart that wanted to find a hole, but the head part of her to smarten up and go.
Everyone had already left. She had told them that she would apparate there when she was ready. So she really didn't have to go, because, no matter how much time went by, she would never be ready to watch her parents being buried.
The moment she apparated into the area, she heard gasps of relief. What? They thought i wasn't going to show? She thought irritably. She went straight up, and sat in the chair that was reserved. The only time she got up, was when it was her turn to speak.
"I'm sorry. This is my fault. I'll miss you" She kept it short, and quiet, then, got off the podium. The moment it was over, she rushed out, not caring that she was the one supposed to be thanking people for joining her in this very sad moment of her life.
She just ran out.
She ran-
And ran-
And ran-
Until she collapsed, on the ground, in the forest behind the church. She didn't care that she had mascara running down her face, or that her eyes were red and blotchy. She didn't care that her leggings were torn or that she was bleeding from the branches scraping across her face. No, she didn't care about anything at all. She especially didn't care that Draco Malfoy was staring at her with a look of disgust and pity.
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Sam
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