written by aeyta
note: part one. i think its gonna be at least 10 kb cause well, im working on longer than my usual. O_O which is like 5 kb. O_O
synopsis: the world is dark and everybody is in fear. there is a war within a war. the wizards have the war between good and bad while the muggles themselves have found out about witches and warlocks, setting out to destroy the magical beings. and admidst the complication, only a few people can save the world before all is to late, if they can learn to trust each other.
tidbits: r/h and perhaps h/h. ^^;; probably g/h or g/d and maybe some h/d. ^^;; other couples as well. will be named when i decide them. ^^;;
. . . p a r t o n e . . .
A figure appeared in an enormous hallway, wooden chips scattered on the floor and paint peeling off the walls. Hues of light gold and tan tainted the walls in fading colors. The figure's navy cloak stood still as she paused, looking around the hallway as if remembering something she wanted to forget. Her light brown eyes were full of deep sadness and her small mouth was put into a small frown.
The figure sighed and shuddered, in a way shaking off memories that were grabbing onto her, trying to make her remember, calling to her in a tempting voice to look at her past.
The girl walked through the empty hallway, her normally silent footsteps making light sounds against the wood, echoing in the hallway.
She opened a door and it creaked loudly against the silence, a small cat jumped out of a cushioned chair turned to a fire and stared at the girl before prancing back to the person in the chair.
She walked over, taking a deep breath...
"Professo-"
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Hermione Granger, I'll be damned," Snape cut her off. He turned his chair around to face her, his eyes closed and his face old from age. "Of course, I am damned either way," he added after a quick thought.
"I ... really ... missed your company," Hermione managed to choke out.
"I'm sure you did," Snape said dryly. "But I know the truth, my dear Griffindor, perfect student," he stressed the word 'perfect'.
"Well, actuall-" Hermione tried to start again but was once again cut off by the old professor.
"I know what you want. You want my help, you want, one of the eleven medallions," Snape said, smoothing his hands over his cat every once in a while.
"Yes.. But I have a very good rea-"
"Don't we all. Now tell me first, why should I give you the medallion my dear, seeing how you love me so much," Snape smiled twistedly.
Hermione almost flinched, "Professor Snape, you know why I ne-"
"Don't speak. Here is the medallion," Snape muttered something under his breath and he picked up his cat, reaching in the creature's ear to pull out a small golden key. He put the key in air and a box appeared, with the top open. He took out a gold medallion and gave it to Hermione.
Hermione accepted it graciously. "Thank you, very much."
"Do not thank me girl, just tell me, what did happen between you and your friends in the end?" Snape asked, smiling at her with a knowing look.
Hermione turned frigid, "It... It's personal, thank you," she said hastily before starting to walk away, than she turned to look back at him.
"I hope to see you in the end again, Professor Snape."
"I don't need your luck. Or pity."
"I wasn't giving you any."
And Hermione Granger walked out of the door, gently closing it, leaving behind an old man who turned back to face the fire. Bitterness was not uncommon to his face and he looked at the fire.
"I don't believe we'll meet again, Ms. Granger."
He lit a cigar and threw it at the floor, letting the flames envelope the hallway and the room. He didn't wince at the heat, rather he welcomed it and smiled peacefully for one of the first times in many a year.
"I shall be departing soon, after all."
. . .
"Harry Potter! The myth! The legend! Who would not know or not love the one who is known and loved by all? Certainly, not you of course! Well I hate him! I hate Harry Potter and I hope that he dies, just like the way his mother and father died! Death by... VOLDEMORT!"
People cheered and yelled at the speach. The speaker grinned maliciously, all was going his way and he was very pleased with the results, even more so than he thought.
"Now, what should we do, with our dearly beloved Harry Potter?" the speaker grinned wider as thoughts of midieval torture entered his mind.
"BURN HIM! AT THE STAKE!" yelled someone from the crowd.
"And what good would that know, since he is a wizard," the speaker reminded. "He is no normal human, he is, an evil muderer out to kill us. Is your children safe? Does your family have the same safety as they used to? And who caused our world to collapse in such a dark way? Who made even the average household fall to become one of the poorest, and who made it that only two percent of the people in this world have a comfortable living?"
"HARRY POTTER!" chanted the crowd, clapping large hands and pounding their feet on the floor.
"WHO!?" bellowed the speaker, raising his hands to motion louder chants.
"HARRY POTTER! HARRY POTTER! HARRY POTTER! HARRY POTTER!"
"Then gather your arms; sticks, pipes, utensils, anything you find harmful and get ready for WAR! War against these 'magical' beings who think they are better than us! Pray tell, are we in a need of war?"
"YES!"
"And who should we surely kill first?"
"HARRY POTTER!"
"Then let us get ready, train and kill all those witches and wizards, and they will know, who are truly better!"
The crowd bursted into cheers and praise for the speaker and the speaker grinned, everything was going along just perfectly.
Fools, he thought, to think you can wind against magic. I pity you.
. . .
Hermione Granger sighed and fingered the medallion in her hand, studying it, rubbing her pale fingers against the unusually warm surface and feeling the hard shape awkwardly stood up against her palm. She put it away in a magical safe and walked away before hearing a loud explosion, she spun around, her eyes widening as she saw the church burst into flames.
Snape's hideout was gone and Snape, couldn't have survived.
Hermione let all the thoughts run into her mind, trying to figure out why the hell Snape would do anything of this sort. In the end, she just came to the conclusion that he didn't want to sort with this anymore and decided to run, like he always did.
She sighed, and was about to walk when she sensed someone coming up behind her. Hermione spun around and was about to say something before she felt a blow to her head, feeling someone slip off her hood.
Hermione slightly whimpered as a man picked her up, looking at her face, light brown eyes looking at him in fear. She sighed and closed her eyes as she realized that a spell was cast on her, her consciousness started to slip away and her mind closed as well.
Slipping away into another world.
. . .
"How is everything going?" asked a deep voice, "Did you spring up the Muggles?"
"Yes, your Eminence," replied the speaker, light, flaxen blond hair matted against his forehead. "They are rather excited, would be quite surprised to know that I am a wizard myself."
"I do not need extra side comments Malfoy, I only need the important information."
Malfoy just nodded his head, a sly smile still pasted on his face and his eyes looked straight ahead.
"And you have been informed on the next step by that Granger girl?" questioned the voice.
"Of course, your Eminence. Of course," and Malfoy left his presense at the wave of a hand.
. . .
Hermione opened her eyes, her head was pounding unpleasantly and she felt so tired. Her body hurt as she moved, she got up, her light chocolate eyes looked to see a man looking at her.
"So you awake," the man stated.
"God damn it, Percy, what'd you do?" Hermione demanded, her eyes flashing cobalt, reverting back to brown quickly.
"Hermione, you're going to help me do some research," Percy said informatively.
"I have to go do other thing!" she insisted.
"You must, for if you don't, your mind will start to numb and you'll be in a shock for three years," Percy said with a smile. "And we all know you other businesses are very important, so come along."
"Oh, why'd you do this to me?" Hermione grumbled before getting up, knowing there was no way out with her "friend".
"Because, you're smarter than everybody else and is the type of person who would welcome studying, and do it quickly."
"And this helps me how...?"
"If we find the research I'm looking for, I'll undo the spell and join your organization thing," Percy smiled at Hermione's reaction.
"Oh! Would you? Would you really?" her eyes were bright, and hopeful.
"Yeah, of course, I'll do anything to help my fellow companions out," Percy said.
"But... but... what of your brothers?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
Percy's eyes hardened but his smile did not go away, "It is his own fault, not mine."
"Then let us go start the research," Hermione changed the subject and the two went off to a library.
. . .
"Your sister is very pretty," Malfoy smiled as he waved his hand an an image of a young redhead was in view. Her hair was in long red curls held back by a green band put in place at the top of her head, her eyes were dark in colour and her smile was large, little freckles splashed on her nose. With cheeks rosy, she laughed and her laughs came out as little tinkling bells.
"Shut up Draco," replied a tall red-haired man.
"Just so typical of all you Weasleys, holding a grudge against me because of your father and my father. We could be friends, can't we?" Malfoy laughed at himself, as if making an enormous joke.
"No, I despise you Malfoy, and I always will."
"Ah, yes, so typical. Just so typical." Malfoy grinned and the red-haired man said nothing.
"Just so typical."
. . .
"I found it!" Percy whipped around to face Hermione.
"Did you really?" he asked excitedly.
"Yeah! It says her-"
"This is not a good place to reveal such secrets Hermione," Percy scolded. "Let us go to your organization now and discuss important matters there."
"Hm... so like you Percy, organized and perfect," Hermione murmered before picking up the book, and handing it over to Percy.
Both figures disappeared into thin air, and the usually silent library was once silenced again.
. . .
"Ginny Weasley, that's your name, isn't it?" asked a man in a black suit.
The girl, Ginny, looked up at him a bit flustered. Her cheeks were a rose colour and light brown freckles dotted her nose and cheeks, her hair was held up in a high ponytail and her cinnamon eyes were a bit aggravated at the people crowding around her.
"Witch, are you?"
"I say we kill you, must be a spy for them magic people, thinking you all be higher than us. You pretending to be kind," another remarked angrily.
"Burn her!"
"No! Burning don't do any good, TORTURE HER!"
"Make her tell us her secrets!"
Ginny looked around her, how did this happen again... she sighed. She couldn't believe that she was stupid enough to go on a high building only to get pushed by a Malfoy that came out of no where off the building. Then she caught herself with a broom that magically appeared in front of thousands of people below her.
Looking at the angry crowd of people, Ginny sighed once more before apparating away from there, quickly to the Organization.
. . . f i n i . p a r t o n e . . .
authorsnote OKAY! bwa ha ha ha ha! so maybe the first part aint as long as i hoped it would be... ^^;; but sigh... i needed to end it so i could work on other stuff. okay, i think ill try making the second part at lesat 15 kb because well, i have short parts. oh well. have fun reading. ^^;;