Heartbreak Warfare

Summary: When she had arrived at Hogwarts, she was placed in Gryffindor. But she never really felt like she fitted in. Now in 6th year, she made it her duty to protect Harry from Voldemort. However, she realises it's another she must save first and the only way to do that is to accept her destiny, to accept that she belongs to the dark side.

Disclaimer: Dont own, wish I did though.


Chapter 4- Anything But This


Hermione brought me some of my clothes for me and my school cloak the day I was released. It hadn't been until later in the day when Madam Pomfrey took one last look at me and told me I could go, taking a few more days off to rest in the dorms if I needed it. The only reminder of the incident i had was a thin pink healing scar along my jaw line. Madam Pomfrey said that she could fix it so that it wouldn't scar but I refused. I wanted something to remind me that I could take a beating from the iron bludger.

I quickly got dressed, brushing my fingers through my hair, tying it up in a half decent ponytail. It would do. I walked with Hermione; she was going on about how she and Ron had yet another fight. I listened until everyone begun to ask how I was as we walked past. Couldn't they see I was alright, if I wasn't I'd still be in the infirmary, damn idiots. The last person to ask who just happened to be a first year Hufflepuff got a glare in their direction. The Hufflepuff scrambled away quickly which in turn earnt me a glare from Hermione. She had stopped talking as we entered the Great Hall. The hall because silent, everyone's eyes seemed to be glued to me. Their eyes all seemed to ask the silent question of 'am I alright?' Even a few Slytherins were looking my way. Draco Malfoy was there, he whispered something to Pansy and they begun laughing. I ignored it as Hermione walked past Ron and Harry and sat down at the other end of the table; I sat down next to her.

"How pathetic, the demon couldn't stay on her broom," came the snide remark of the one and only Draco Malfoy. Hermione told me to ignore him that he wasn't worth it.

"Has the mudblood finally realised that Potter is worthless?" Draco continued. Hermione looked down at the table. I knew she hated being called that. I saw a single tear fall from her eye before she quickly wiped it away. I stood abruptly. Hermione pleaded with me to sit down but I refused. I turned and headed straight for Draco, stepping up onto the bench seat and then onto the table, sending goblets of liquid and plates of food everywhere. Draco stood with an amused expression on his face. I crouched down, grabbed the front of his shirt, my other hand already held my wand, aimed at his face.

"If I EVER hear you call Hermione that again, I swear I will use an unforgivable curse on you, the first one that rolls of my tongue," I hissed at him, my eyes danced with fire in them. Draco's breath hitched in his throat as he shut his grey eyes.

"Damn coward," I continued, feeling 2 people moved behind me.

"Don't. You. Dare." I barked as I glanced at them. Crabbe and Goyle sat back down, gulping. I lowered my wand and when Draco realised I wasn't going to use it he opened his eyes, looking directly into mine. I pocketed my wand quickly before pulling my hand back which was now clenched in a fist and punching him. He coiled back as I let him go, looking directly up at the professors. I saw Snape begin to move, but after seeing the murderous glare in my demonic eyes, he seemed to sit back down, though he clutched at his arm for some reason, his eyes never left mine. It almost seemed like he was flinching away from my glare. Did my glare really have that huge of an effect on people? I stood and kicked more plates and glasses over as I jumped down from the table as I stormed out of the Great Hall and up to the 7th floor, to the room of requirement, though I kept my head held high, maybe that was out of pride or just because hitting Malfoy felt so good.

It was my favourite room, I found out about it not to long into my 2nd year, when the Chamber of Secrets was opened again. You could say that I hid in there most of the time, but I loved it, it provided peace and quiet.

The doorway appeared and as I stepped into the room, I found it provided me things to hex, curse and do whatever I liked to get rid of my anger. I worked, like many other times and I soon found myself exhausted but calm. Something materialised in the room and I turned to see what it was.

There I stood in front of a large mirror. The room of requirements was its current hiding place. I took a deep breath; it couldn't hurt to look in the mirror right? Violet eyes stared back at me for a moment and I realised I was staring at my mother. The scene in the mirror quickly changed. The image in front of me shocked me. There I was standing next to 2 figures, hoods covering their heads. The first one took the hood off and I bit my lip. It was Draco. His image turned to me and wrapped an arm around my waist, looking like a protective lover. I looked down at my own waist; a slight shiver ran up my spine from it. I turned back to the mirror just as the 2nd person unveiled themselves. If I thought Draco was bad enough, the other made me freeze. Fear swelled in my chest as I watched Voldemort place a hand on my shoulder. I glanced at my right shoulder, nothing was there. Turning back to the mirror, I watched as his mouth opened and closed, like he was speaking. The image of me pulled out a wand and begun using it to create what looked like snakes. I tore my gaze from the mirror as I stumbled back, tripping and landing on my bum. I placed my head in my hands, trying to get over the shock and fear for what I just saw. I took a deep breath, I remembered Harry talking about this mirror. He had said that Dumbledore told him that sometimes that the events in the mirror wouldn't happen, they were just the deepest desires of the heart. But how could I desire both Draco and Voldemort. If it was between the 2, I'd go with Draco any day; at least I could get away with hitting him. There was no way I would stand by the dark lord, there couldn't be. A tear slipped from my eye and down my cheek. I scrambled to my feet and took a deep breath before seeing if anything had changed in the mirror. The previous image had disappeared. I saw me in the mirror, just me and no one else. My broomstick leant against me. A black bludger bat in my right hand. The robes were another story though. They weren't the usual red and gold colours of Gryffindor, instead they were the green and silver of Slytherin. I had to admit I looked good in green. Wait, what was I thinking, I couldn't be a Slytherin beater if I was in Gryffindor. Yet again I looked away from the mirror, this time it was for good. I crumbled to the floor, tears slowly leaking from my eyes, everything was catching up. I went to wipe the tears away only to find blood on my knuckles. It must have been when I punched Draco and almost felt bad about it, yet almost, but damn it felt good. I knew I'd probably have a lifetime of detention from it, so I figured I'd go and see the headmaster later, sometime tomorrow.

After when seemed like hours, I managed to pull myself away from the room and headed straight for the Gryffindor Tower. Many students were talking about what had happened, some even going over the events and what happened after I left. Draco, from what I gathered had a broken nose, though that was most likely fixed now, thanks to madam Pomfrey. Another Gryffindor said that the professors seem dumbfounded as they watched before composing themselves after I left. None however mentioned Snape and the way he was holding his arm. I was curious, it seemed like he was hiding something.


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