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Chapter 3 ~ The War
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"But father-" Ron tried to object.
"Son, listen to me," his father held onto his broad shoulders. "They almost let you die! It was the queen's fault!"
"Not all Ravenclaws are evil!" The Prince of Gryffindor exploded to his father. He knew he would regret those words as soon as he said them. He saw his father's eyebrows furrowed to their limit; his father's blue eyes were ignited with flames.
"How would you know?" his father hissed. Ron bit his lips and traveled his crystal blue eyes to the marbled floor. With that, his father called all his guards to get ready for attack.
I'm going to save you, Hermione, Ron promised to himself. Even if it costs me my own damn life!
The tall, yet build prince ran out into the late summer breeze and saddled on his horse, Hugo. He wore his shining armor and the best sword the smith could ever make. He placed his knight headgear on and went off to follow the group of knights to The Kingdom of Ravenclaw
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"GET OUT! GET OUT!" the Head of the Guards, Timothy Boot ordered his guards in command. "I WANT YOU ALL TO LEAD OUR QUEEN AND PRINCESS TO SAFETY! FAIL TO DO SO, I WILL SLIT YOUR THROATS!"
The Elite Knights bowed and weld their finely sharpened swords in understandment. The rest of the knights did the same gesture, as well.
"M-mother.." Hermione looked at her.
"Arthur will never give up. Will he?" the queen breathed out. "He's been angry at me since I failed him in saving his son once."
"Prince Ronald?" Princess Hermione choked out.
"He almost died by the hands of a Death Eater," her mother's regretful brown eyes traveled down to her marbled flooring.
Before Hermione could question her any further, yells of shock and terror filled the once peaceful castle.
"Hermione, darling. Please listen to me," her mother cupped her face. "The Slytherins have come to rescue you, for you are my heir. If anything bad happens to me, I'll be glad to know my own daughter is safe from this cruel world."
"What are you implying here, mother?" The Princess of Ravenclaw said in an unmistakably whisper.
"I might sleep into a very deep slumber, Hermione," tears streamed down on the mother's saddened eyes.
"N-no, mother-" a group of guards bombarded into the study room of Queen Linda.
"Please, take her along with Prince Malfoy," Queen Linda said with a sad smile. The guards nodded and took Hermione by her wrists.
"MOM!" Hermione cried out loud in anguish. Tears flooded her vision of the last sight she would ever see of her mother. The cries of the helpless princess filled the hollow castle. She saw the destruction of the place she used to call home. She saw a body crushed by piles of damaged wood from their house. Children crying for their parents who could've died any minute by now. People mourning about their lost loved one, as their whole kingdom fell upon them.
This wasn't home anymore. This was turning into a living Hell. Fire spread across the village she loved dearly. The library was burnt to crisp, but seeing an alive and well Mrs. Glendon who saw her and ran up to Hermione.
"Hermione!" Mrs. Glendon cried out and hugged her tightly. "I've received this letter from your mother, stating you as your guardian."
As they arrived safe and sound in the carriage, Hermione cried on the sweet elder's shoulders, who so happened to watch the kingdom die in front of her eyes. The librarian held onto Hermione closely.
"G-Gryffindors are mean gits," Hermione said in a whisper.
"I know, dear. I know," the elder held onto her closely.
Where are you, Ron? I already miss you, Hermione sobbed to herself. She held onto the necklace she had given her 6 years ago and cried herself to slumber.
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"HERMIONE!" Ron called for her,
desperately. All he could hear were death-deafening screams of anguish. His crystal blue orbs frantically looked arounds to only see nothing but a barren wasteland in front of his very eyes. He had been calling out for her name for what seemed like years. His voice growing weaker as his cries went. He even had a team look for her, concluding that she had died.
After an hour or so, the whole kingdom was dead. The buildings looked haunted. The heart of the kingdom, demolished. Everything looked like a haunted building. Even the horse stables. Innocent horses died there, sadly.
Though the saddest part was the hole in Ron's cold aching heart. He wandered around, looking like a homeless person who had just been beaten to death.
"Prince Ronald!" a voice called out. He slowly turned around to see Harold Potter, or Harry Potter. He was your average bloke. He had messy jet black hair and sparkling emerald eyes. He ran up to Ron who looked helpless.
"Why are you still off and about? We're about to head back," Harry informed his best mate.
"H-Hermione's gone," Ron practically yelled at him. He held his best mate against the remaining of a building. "SHE MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD! DEAD, POTTER! DEAD!
Ron grabbed the nearest object which was a heavy chunk of wood, but Ron lifted it up easily. He threw it against the ground, leaving an obvious indent.
"IT'S MY FAULT!" the aggravated prince roared. "I could've saved her! SAVE HER MY FROM MY FATHER'S WRATH!"
"Ron," Harry held him down. "Your mother-"
"What?" Ron growled.
"She - she died by an arrow to the heart," Harry whispered with sadness in his voice. Ron's eyes widened in rage and shock. He yelled out in anger and threw more heavy materials on the ground.
"NOT ONLY HAVE I LOST ONE OF MY MOST LOVED PEOPLE, BUT TWO!?" Ron exploded. "This is a fucking joke! When I fucking wake up, this shit will be a dream! The girl of my bloody dreams is fucking dead! Now my own mother is dead!"
Ron sat on the floor and had his large hands cover his hand whole. His ears were a dangerous shade of scarlet and veins were popping out from his freckled neck.
"I lost th-them," Ron sobbed out. "I loved them with all my heart. Now they're gone. Gone forever. Leaving me to drown in mourning for them!"
Harry sat next to him, and he rubbed his back, trying to at least comfort him.
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It was the middle of midnight and Hermione had waken up from her sleep. She was led towards the top of the castle which was nicely decorated with green and silver decor. Banners with the Slytherin snake was there every corner. The marked floor was black and the finely woven carpets were an array of Slytherin colors. The lighting was quite dim and the castle was quiet.
She entered the study room of King Lucius to see his wife, Queen Narcissa and his son, Prince Draco. Hermione bit her lips and took a deep breath.
"It's nice to see you still alive," the king said. "Draco, would you like to lead Princess Hermione to her room, please."
"Yes, father," he mumbled. He took Hermione by her wrist and dragged her to her room. After a rift of awkward silence, they had finally arrived to her room.
"If you think this is the way to win my heart, think again, Malfoy," Hermione hissed. "My heart belong to another, unlike the foul likes of you.
"Whoever holds your heart will be dead on the spot," the Slytherin prince retorted. His cold steel eyes pierced through her chocolate brown eyes. With that, he briskly walked away from her, leaving a fuming princess.
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There she laid, on her green bed. The girl with bushy brown hair stared off into the night to see no stars but the glowing crescent moon in the midnight skies. Hermione couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her face.
"She promised to never leave me," she sobbed in an inaudible whisper. "Sh-she broke my promise.."
Hermione sobbed quietly to herself on mourn to her only family member left. She lost both of her parents. Her kingdom she was soon to inherit was turned into a wasteland of hopelessness. She was wondering where the other Ravenclaws were at. Maybe they went to Hufflepuff, here or even captured by the Gryffindors. Her whole world was falling apart.
She may not even see Ron again.
Hermione clutched onto the necklace he had given her several years ago. Little did she know it, Ron was doing the same thing. They both cried to themselves until the sun rises up to announce a new beginning.
