All That Glitters Also Darkens: A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: Nobody believed Harry when he said he didn't put his name into the Goblet of Fire. Not true: a certain someone not only believes Harry. She's never stopped believing in him, either.
Author's Note: So, admittedly, this story is somewhat-inspired by one of my favourite Dark-Harry-Tournament stories and, at the same time, it's something I've long-since missed writing about, and so, here we go.
Recommended Reads: Aspirations by megamatt09, Apex by JustBored21, A very Black plan by Rose1414, Harry Potter and the Founders' Vault by CharmedMilliE- Karry Master, Pray For The Wicked by Kapiushon, Harry Potter, Dark Legacy by The Fallen One 2012, The Best Laid Plans by Lowten, Soul Scars by Rtnwriter, I Once was Lost but Who was Found and Rituals and Artifacts: A Fourth Year Story by bluezinthos, I See No Difference by maschl, Angry, Overpowered Harry Potter by TomHRichardson and The Boy Who Lived, The Brightest Witch and The Boy Who Wasn't by dragonfly117
Key Pairing: Dark Harry/Hermione;
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
/Parseltongue/
Prologue: More Important Things
How thick could you get?
How ironic it was that, for a guy who was capable of seeing moves several steps ahead of his opponents on a damn game, could be so dense, blind, arrogant and needy that he wound up being the object of his own asked question from two years past.
And yet, this was exactly how Hermione Jean Granger felt, and what she thought about when she saw Harry James Potter, the recently-identified Fourth Champion in the Triwizard Tournament come down from the fourth-year boys' dormitory alone, his eyes as dark as his hair, weighed down with bags that showed he hadn't slept well. His steps were slow and sluggish and, for a brief moment, there was a small part of Hermione's mind that wondered whether or not this might be the right time to approach him.
Not to accuse or demand answers from him, mind you.
She would never do that to him, not even to play her little game…
Harry owed her nothing, least of all because some new, dark threat had come to Hogwarts, demanding the life, time and blood of the hero of the magical world.
More than that, however, Hermione also knew that, while Harry owed her nothing and, if she wanted to, she could keep up her little game with him, if only for appearances' sake, she was the one who also owed him so bloody much.
Glitters
She owed him for risking his neck, his head and his life against the giant troll.
She owed him for going to slay the Basilisk after she had stupidly run off on her own, to seek the answers that would help him.
She owed him for sticking by her, not laughing at her misfortune when she'd made a silly mistake in brewing the Polyjuice Potion.
And, perhaps the biggest part of her debt to him: she owed him big-time for not doing more to ensure that Harry was free of the damn Dursleys, who, collectively, were the sole reason for him looking so downtrodden, pathetic, meek and unable to achieve his full potential. In this manner, she owed him for not using her advantages because she'd had to play the role of the good girl and follow the rules, just because Mr Great Man, Albus Dumbledore, had told her to.
And, when she'd had the chance to help him, to show him that there was no debt she would not repay for him, she'd failed; she'd let the goody-two-shoes little girl take her over again, stopping him from getting justice – or getting revenge, she neither knew nor cared how he saw it – and, on top of that, she'd acted all high-and-mighty when he'd received a gift from someone who didn't even want to harm him, much less kill him as they had all been claiming nonstop for nearly a year.
It was as the other one would say…
How thick could she get?
Glitters
As Hermione watched Harry walk past her, she saw his hands clench and unclench into fists, as though he was afraid of what he might do, should someone catch him unawares.
The glow she saw in his green eyes also made her heart turn hot and cold at the same time: those eyes…their glow…the fire inside of them…
The last time she'd seen it, Harry had threatened to kill Sirius when he found him; back then, she'd seen something in him.
Something that she had always known was there.
Power.
Determination.
Command.
Leadership.
Strength.
And a fire that rivalled any dragon in existence, which, with the right words or phrases, Harry would unleash upon the world.
All he needed…was the right hand to guide him.
But, as she saw the fire, the glow and the rage burning in there, Hermione also knew one truth.
She was not the right hand…
Harry already had a right hand…
'And a left one too, come to think of it.'
Laughing at her small thought, Hermione watched as Harry left the Common Room, not even acknowledging her as he left Gryffindor Tower; a few seconds later, Hermione's eyes darkened ominously when she heard a voice that she really didn't want to hear.
Least of all if he was the reason for Harry's wrath being tempered like this.
"Oi, Hermione! Where is he?"
Without looking back, Hermione rose from her seat before she scowled as she hissed out three words.
Two of which she didn't yet know were words spoken by the object of her wrath;
"Piss off, Ronald."
Then, she was gone.
After all, she had more important things to do than, to quote one of her favourite authors, bandy crooked words with a witless worm.
Glitters
"What's with her?"
In his less-than-appealing mind, Ronald Bilius Weasley scoffed as he shrugged off his one thought, replacing it with another.
'Oh, whatever; I've got more important things to worry about than Granger having her period…like my breakfast, and how to make that lying, cheating Dark Wizard sorry he ever lied to me.'
He also silently vowed to find a way to make Hermione know-it-all Granger sorry she had ever ignored the only guy who'd be good enough for someone like her.
But that could wait until after breakfast.
Wow, talk about weird: Hermione doesn't seem to be the same insufferable know-it-all we know and love and loathe: in fact, she seems determined to help Harry and give him back all she owes him and more…still, what happened to her?
Also, more to the point, will Harry allow her to help him, or would he rather hide away until idiots, morons and losers think it's about time they don't apologise, just so they can pretend to be best mates all over again?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Harry discovers this strange, new side to his closest of friends for himself…and you'll never guess what he has to say in response to it; also, after being given the bump he needed to have some sense knocked into him, Harry decides it's high time people remember what happens when you tickle a sleeping dragon…especially one with such an infamous family legacy as his;
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