EDIT! Amendments have been made to this story, due to several requests. The story is now set ONE MONTH AFTER Malfoy Mannor
Wolfgirl210082 : I'm not entirely sure what happened to this chapter, I did upload it once, so idk where it went. Only when I came to upload chap 5 did I realise. Apologies
imperfectionisunderrated: Chapter three was set in a safe house not GP, sorry for the confusion.
Apology no.1 – Again this is a short chapter
Chapter Three - The night rolled in thick and suffocating. Asphyxiating the life, the light, the good from the world. From Hermione. Back in her room, her mind span. Transcending the limits of usual thought. Her self-hatred overshadowing her lustrous desires and common sense. A plan.. That's what she needed. If she just had a plan. Spiralling into deep thought she collapsed into a heap on the floor. There has to be a key.Horcrux's. Godric's Hollow. Parsltetounge. Prophecy. Dumbledore. Voldermort. Riddle Diary. Locket. Bellatrix. Tongue.. Hermione!Self reprimanding herself she began again. Harry. Malfoys. Narcissa… Shaking her head she looked around the room for inspiration. Moonlight perforated the bleakness with hope, reflecting off the looking glass, falling onto a battered book. Crawling to it Hermione picked up the remnants of Tom riddles diary, ink stained yet purer than it had ever been. She thumbed at the puncture mark, and leant back against the wall. The gentle breeze from the open window caressed her skin like the breath of a lover. Hair swaying, negligee riding. Locket. Prophecy. There has to be a key. Tom. Hogwarts. Lips.. Skin.. Nails.. Biting.. Kissing.. Licking.. Devouring.. Eyes snapping open Hermione screamed inwardly. What is wrong with me?Frustrated she quickly dressed herself, cloaked up and slipped into the velvety night.
Chapter Four
The icy breath of night, and the darkness of a thousand souls tore at her clothing. Melancholia stole into her mind. Knockturn alley was crammed full of emptiness. Of no one's, doing nothing. Eyes down, gazes averted. No one noticed anything. If ever there was a place for the illegal or the taboo, this was it. No one saw. No one questioned. Heart pounding. Head spinning. Stomach churning. Hands shaking.. Gripping. Eyes burrowing.. Hermione stood in front of the abandoned store once more. Wand raised, ready. This time. The last time. With all three of the unforgivable curses legalised. She was going to kill Bellatrix Lestrange. Murderer and torturer of so many. Most wanted Witch in the world. Second most wanted only after He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, himself. She'd be celebrated. A heroine. She'd killed Sirius! She'd tortured The Longbottom's. She'd FUCKED her! How dare she? Who was she anyway? A jumped up pureblood? How dare she touch her. After what she had done to her. How dare she take advantage of her like that? Blood pounding, heart racing, she burst into the shop. Eyes darting. She was going to get what was coming to her. There would be no games this time. "Alohomora" Sparks flew from the end of her extended wand, causing the door to crash open. You've got to mean a spell. "Merlin be my witness, when I say those two words, I'll mean them with every fiber of my being!" She muttered through gritted teeth under her breath. Molten fury coursing through her sullied veins, she tore through the ground floor. Stomach knotted. Breathing heavy. Throat tightening. Room, check, clear. Room, check, clear. Room, check, clear. Room, check… Once again, a noise from behind caught her attention. Without a moment's thought, spinning round. "Avada Kedavra" Green light ejaculating. Dead. Silence. Dust settling, Hermione gasped, hand to her face. Horror. There on the floor in front of her, lay the lifeless body.
Time stopped dead. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe! Falling. Down. On her knee's Hermione reached out. Eyes glassy. Lip quivering. There on the floor lay a small, dead, owl. Hermione Granger. Lover of all. Freedom fighter. Equaliser. Murderer. Hermione Granger.. Murderer. A single glass tear rolled down her bare cheek, crashing down onto the corpse lying before her. Another victim of war. Another lost innocent soul. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a small envelope, frowning she turned to it, picking it up and turning it over in her hand. The envelope was blank. Not a mark on it. No name. But what had the owl been doing here? This place was derelict. Surely no one would be sending…. Anger, fear, excitement, all coursed through her body. Hurriedly she tore open the letter, scanning the page for answers. "BITCH!" Fury devouring her mind. Shaking, she threw the poisoned words to the ground. She knew that I would come back. She knew. And now I've proved her right. She'd knew I would come back. Looking for her. Looking for revenge. Looking for more? Angry tears streaming down her face as she fled the scene of the crime. Her crime.
Eyes once more scanning the words as her fingers caressed the page. Alone, she sat numb on her bed, covered in dirt and tears. Having buried the animal, she had returned to physical safety, however was still searching for safety of the mind and conscience, to no avail. You have to mean a spell. She'd meant it all right. She'd meant to kill. To kill Bellatrix Lestrange. Hermione drowned in her own confusion as her mind fought against itself. She'd killed an innocent animal tonight. Was that worse than trying to kill an evil human? Or better? Coward. She hadn't even dared show her face, she'd sent a messenger for her. "Bitch". She hissed to herself. "She knew I'd go back.." Hermione mused to herself. "Tomorrow, I'll be waiting…" The exhausted young witch collapsed into a turbulent night of horror and nightmares.
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The following night Hermione, again, waited for her nemesis in the deserted shop. It was empty, she'd made sure of that; arriving earlier than ever before. Back to the wall. Face to the door. She'd face her this time. She's kill her this time. Hours past. Clocks tick. Minutes past. Clocks tock. With a creak of a far off floorboard, Hermione raises her wand. Is this it? Is this the moment? Eyes burrowing into the darkness. A noise? She's here? A rustle of feathers flit through the gloom and into the moonlight pool illuminating Hermione's presence. Eyes rolling, Hermione tares at the blank envelope. Inside the emerald ink stains the parchment with strokes of evil. Of vengeance. Of lust. Rummaging in her purse, she found a quill and ink, and begun writing her reply.
Miss Lestrange. I apologize, however I shall not be playing your games. This is the last time I shall be visiting Knockturn Alley. I have much better things to do with my time.
H
The reply sent, Hermione returned to the new HQ. In the dark silence ice tears roll down rosy cheeks. Hermione lies alone on her bed. Frightened and foetal. Her back curved, legs tightly held against the abdomen, head bowed. Protection. What have I done? She knew she had to stay away, away from temptation. It was foolish for her to think that Bellatrix would have returned to the scene.. She was too clever. Eyes open, accustomed to the dark, she whispered "Tomorrow I'll be the old me again. I'll forget this business."
Apology no.2 – Yes I know there was again no smut, however all you little smutsters, watch this space, maybe if you're all nice and leave me lots of reviews you can have a smutfest in the next chapter and candyfloss to those who ask for it .. It's up to you :)