From the Ashes
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Starring: Dark!Hermione
Teaser: It intrigued her, this new found strength and will she had and at the whispers of the fury inside her skin she decided to ignore the curiosity that burned nearly as bright.
AN:: Thank you to all that reviewed and don't worry too much about Fleur. Where there is a will there is a way and we all know Hermione is nothing if not will and passion oriented. I also apologize before hand for these short chapters but I'm trying to get in the groove of writing again which is also why they will only be coming out on a weekly basis. Again thank you to everyone who reviewed the first chapter; to be honest I enjoy these reviews more then I probably should / call me a review whore.
Now then; blah blah blah don't own Potter-verse or any lyrics from In This Moment (damn they are a good band!) I do own my imagination and that is a dark and dirty place if I do say so myself. If I could by Potter rights I would and branch off into alter worlds that all start from a time distortion in third year. Because, come on, who gives a 14 year old such a powerful piece of magic? Seriously? I'm 25 and I would abuse the shit out of that thing for incredibly stupid stuff just because I could or because I wanted to see what I could get away with. Plus Hermione with Ron? I mean, sure he might be good to have around for fun but when it gets serious he bails...a lot.
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From the Ashes
Chapter 2: Power; The Hand that Feeds
Influence (In This Moment - Beast Within)
Endorphins start to swell now
As I step up to my throne
I feel the monster caged inside of me
Screaming through my bones
I wanna see you start to sweat now
I wanna see you lose your minds
I wanna feel you all from deep within
Swayin' back and forth all night
Power sung in her veins as she ridded the world of another tainted mortal that dared to claim humanity. Each flick, twist, jerk or any motioned she wished seemed to bring her another step closer to the power of fury. Its whispers becoming more distinguished, its plans bearing more weight in her decisions, its intelligence intermixing with her own and its guidance becoming something she desired heavily. By its advice she had yet to leave the manor she had once been called a prisoner in and instead had become the thing that even the so called 'Death Eaters' feared.
It amused her how they could be so scared of the thing in the dark but when they met her face-to-face they spent the majority of the time taunting her and her bloodline… well before they met with a hellish fate. She was also interested in why none of them had called for Tommy after a good fifteen of them had been found as barely anything more than a scorch mark on the ground. Instead by orders the House Elves had been sent to track, capture or even alert their Masters of the woman who had been dealing such fiery blows. Funny little beings, Elves. It was by a very interesting conversation with an elf named Ivory that Hermione came to find out that while the Masters could order them to do so, they always had the choice to intentionally misinterpret, creatively get around the orders or just plain ignore them. Having learned that, Hermione soon found out that while Ivory and a good share of elves shared her view not all elves felt such shaky loyalty to their masters.
Speaking of shaky loyalty, Hermione huffed as she thought on her two 'best friends'. It had been not one or two weeks but three since she and Fleur had been captured… well since she had been captured. A hot rush of anger caused her to double fry the newest death eating bastard as she remember how things had quickly added up to Fleur's death.
It had been a Friday and subsequently the day after she and her lover had met up once again by complete accident. Ronald had annoyed her once again with a crass remark about 'Muggles' and how they lived. Now normally she would have let the comment pass her by without so much as a blink, but for some reason the comment (she couldn't for the life of her remember what it was) had angered her to nearly attack the boy. But in a haste to bury the enjoyable image of strangling the life out of the insensitive prats body, she had up and left Harry to deal with Ron. Naturally she had done what she promised she wouldn't do and went into the town they were closest to, but since it was a promise she made to herself she was quite happy to break it.
Upon entering the town she was filled with this refreshing sense of spirit as she watched the people within it go about their lives as though darkness was not threatening the lands. It was simply beautiful watching children play in the streets, old women swapping stories at a café and a group of young men showing off as they played football. While watching two boys play a game of paper-scissor-rock, Hermione had bumped quite distractedly into a very incognito Fleur. Amusement and a sense of awe came over her as she took in the fine delicate features of her secret lover even as the woman looked to her in complete surprise. Eventually after talking the surprise had lessened and the situation became even more amusing when her reason for being there was because Bill had become an incessant annoyance over his mother blocking him at every turn to join the fight.
At one time the topic of Bill had been a sore one, but now after so long of getting used to him and the reason on why Fleur had married him, she now saw no threat in the way he thought over his and Fleur's relationship. She did feel a touch sorry for him, but after a few stories about his own illicit relationships she developed numbness at the topic.
Swapping stories to tell Fleur about her own adventure, she found her cheeks aflame at the scolding she got from the older woman once she found out that Hermione was still helping to find the last of Tommy's soul pieces. A funny thing always happened when Fleur stole a blush from her and like always the two soon found themselves wrapped up in each other's arms and losing the night.
The next day had brought a swift change to the playful demeaned they had held the evening before as a familiar owl took to invading their perfect bubble. A note seemingly from Bill had Fleur leaving with promises of another night together in the words of affectionate touches and longing looks of passion. A sense of dread had filed her as Fleur left the safety of her arms, but she hadn't listened to the cry of anguish it screamed and instead had chalked it up to wanting that fairy tale crap she pretended to dislike so much. If only she had listened to her gut she would have at least walked Fleur out of the hotel they had shacked up in and been kidnapped too…but she had failed her beloved.
Fleur had been kidnapped right in front of her eyes as she looked outside to watch her lover leave, giving in slightly to quiet the feeling of dread. Statue of Security be damned, without thought Hermione had apparated to the spot Fleur had been to try and grab hold of the left over magicks. Fortunately for her she had paid attention in school and to the feel of other peoples magicks and as luck smiled upon her she recognized this one quite well. It was a Ravenclaw, her grade that she had studied with on occasions and the thought added more fuel to the steady bonfire that she locked down tight. It wouldn't due to lose her head, nothing good ever came out of recklessly running into danger…unless you counted more danger and a trip to the schools hospital as good.
Instead of running in like a reckless lion, she had tracked down a disappointed Harry and a sullen Ron to tell them what she had seen. At first Ron seemed to hesitate at the thought of going after his brother's wife but with convincing from Harry and Hermione he soon caved. Three days passed as they tracked down and finally caught the little bastard that had taken Fleur from her and after distracting the ever noble Harry and the equally hypocritical Ron, she soon had her answer of where to look. Telling her companions, while leaving out the details of how she came into the information, Hermione soon had Harry working with her on a plan.
In hindsight she really should have been less trusting on information given by someone she's left nearly dead. The location was, as always, a trap that sprung up around them leaving only her trapped as the boys managed to flee with a promise to retrieve her. Anger burned brightly in her eyes at the memory and as luck would have it another death eater crossed her path, with no hesitation or foreplay she sent the member of Tommy's little cult straight to hell with her wrath. She mentally chalked that up as number sixteen and sneered at the mental scorecard. In just five days she had managed to bring down more cultists then the Order of the Peacock had in two years. Walking with the gait of a stalking predator, Hermione let her mind fall to her second 'favorite' subject.