A Dead Man's Eyes Don't Forgive
Based on the Harry Potter Book Series
By: Hayley Annette
Ddisclaimer: all the awesome stuff is written by j.k. rowling and my stuff is pretty noticeably mine. please don't sue me!
A/N: I hope this Chapter meets the Standards of you literature hungry people! This may be an interesting chapter, I am not sure if I want to reveal specific things yet. We'll just have to wait and see. Please Read Enjoy savor and review. All flames will be used to promote the Fire Safety and Awareness Program of Smoky the Bear!
Hermione Granger was running down a muddy path. Her wet hair dripped into her eyes. She brushed it Back and that was when she realized that the rain was not making her hair wet. Her hands now sticky with blood trembled as she reached back up to touch her scalp. Her hand connected with a mass of raw skin. Her heart started beating faster. How was she still alive, unless she wasn't. Then she looked up and saw him. A handsome young man silhouetted against the pale new moon. A speck of moon beans shone through a pinprick of a hole right through his heart. He turned as he heard her scrambling up the path. As he began to walk forward she gasped. When he was close enough to touch Hermione reached out her hand and... Her eyes burst open with a start. She flung her hands to the top of her head and everything seemed to be in place. It had all been a dream Though only a fragment of a dream. Her heart was still pounding. Who was he? Why was he there? What did it mean?
Hermione realized with amazement that she had slept almost the whole morning away, judging from the almost midday position of the sun. She glanced at her clock. 10:30 AM. Oh shit! She had missed her first two classes and people probably thought she was dead. Wait, just a minute ago she had though that herself. A wave of reminiscent loss washed over her. People being missing till mid morning that turned up dead. Was this an omen? How could that be? Why would anyone want to kill her? Malfoy! She was a Muggle! Hermione's mind drifted back to the conversation she had heard in the dungeon. Was he telling the truth or just trying to look tough?
Well, skipping another class was just out of the question. She got up and nearly hunched over to her wardrobe. As she leaned forward to check her reflection she noticed behind her a very familiar shadow on the curtains of her bed, cast by the sunlight from the open windows. There were also fingerprints made by someone with large hands stuck on her mirror. Hermione was in too much of a hurry to wonder. She quickly got ready and reached into her jewelry box for a pair of hoops. Her hand stopped dead in midair. The secret side compartment was open, but the locks of Harry and Ron's hair were unmussed. 'I must have left that open when I look upon the tresses before bed last night.' Hermione thought vaguely. She glanced once more at the clock. She had whiled away twenty-eight minutes. That meant that Care of Magical Creatures started in only three minutes. She really had to book it.
During her mad dash through the castle all questions were swept from her mind. Hermione raced down to Hagrid's hut and paddock. She clutched a stitch in her side. Malfoy look at her in amusement.
"Aright now students. If yer all'll look ter th' paddock, yew'll see a several Chimera's. Don be ascared tho'. Really they look worse than th' are." Hagrid said as calmly as if he were commenting on a passing butterfly. There were several gasps and much grumbling from the assorted students of the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses. " As yer can see, the Chimera is a rare Greek monsta' that is nearly impossible ter kill. Don worry tho' I had Professor McGonagall down ter put a encasing charm on th' paddock ter see tha' our beautiful beast...er... don get outter there."
As Hagrid rambled on and on about his precious Chimera who was looking quite hungry at the moment, Hermione felt someone sidle quietly up next to her.
"Hello there Hermione, looking splendid today of course!" Drawled Draco in an almost respectful manner.
Hermione felt a rush of hot anger overwhelm her. The effects of the conversation she had overheard as still playing with her. She gritted her teeth turned to him and said, " Hey Draco darling! How are you on this lovely morn?"
"So we're still on for the ball aren't we? I mean you aren't angry with me or anything? You haven't owled me lately..." Draco said uneasily.
"Yeah we're still on I suppose... maybe we can have a lovely round of mass Muggle murder to finish off the spectacular evening, or were you planning on getting in my pants instead?" Hermione spat out. After she realized what she had said it was too late to take it back. For the first time ever, Hermione swished off from her lessons, Hagrid glancing unsurely at he retreating back. He didn't know what was wrong, but he knew that Malfoy was involved somehow.
Draco's POV
She knew. How could she possibly know? There was no way unless... She had been in the dungeons. She had heard every word he spoke to Goyle, and believed every syllable. There was nothing left to do but make her overhear another conversation with Crabbe. This one had to be really convincing though. Not your general, this chick is so hot. Something with meaning, something with passion. He followed Hermione to the castle, but instead of going up the marble staircase to reason with her he tramped off to his own common room to plot the next eavesdropping rendezvous.
Hermione's POV
How could I say that, That was the dumbest thing I could have done. Now there is no way I can warn him that he is Harry's ignored cousin. That Death Eater party could in essence be the END of the Potters. Only she and McGonagall could let him know, and Professor had put it on her to do the telling. Now the only question was whether she was strong enough to find the lamb of truth in the heart of a dragon.
A/N Please you guys! review and tell me if I should continue this story. It is very discouraging that I don't really know who is reading and what they think. Reviews brighten my heart and my day.
Based on the Harry Potter Book Series
By: Hayley Annette
Ddisclaimer: all the awesome stuff is written by j.k. rowling and my stuff is pretty noticeably mine. please don't sue me!
A/N: I hope this Chapter meets the Standards of you literature hungry people! This may be an interesting chapter, I am not sure if I want to reveal specific things yet. We'll just have to wait and see. Please Read Enjoy savor and review. All flames will be used to promote the Fire Safety and Awareness Program of Smoky the Bear!
Hermione Granger was running down a muddy path. Her wet hair dripped into her eyes. She brushed it Back and that was when she realized that the rain was not making her hair wet. Her hands now sticky with blood trembled as she reached back up to touch her scalp. Her hand connected with a mass of raw skin. Her heart started beating faster. How was she still alive, unless she wasn't. Then she looked up and saw him. A handsome young man silhouetted against the pale new moon. A speck of moon beans shone through a pinprick of a hole right through his heart. He turned as he heard her scrambling up the path. As he began to walk forward she gasped. When he was close enough to touch Hermione reached out her hand and... Her eyes burst open with a start. She flung her hands to the top of her head and everything seemed to be in place. It had all been a dream Though only a fragment of a dream. Her heart was still pounding. Who was he? Why was he there? What did it mean?
Hermione realized with amazement that she had slept almost the whole morning away, judging from the almost midday position of the sun. She glanced at her clock. 10:30 AM. Oh shit! She had missed her first two classes and people probably thought she was dead. Wait, just a minute ago she had though that herself. A wave of reminiscent loss washed over her. People being missing till mid morning that turned up dead. Was this an omen? How could that be? Why would anyone want to kill her? Malfoy! She was a Muggle! Hermione's mind drifted back to the conversation she had heard in the dungeon. Was he telling the truth or just trying to look tough?
Well, skipping another class was just out of the question. She got up and nearly hunched over to her wardrobe. As she leaned forward to check her reflection she noticed behind her a very familiar shadow on the curtains of her bed, cast by the sunlight from the open windows. There were also fingerprints made by someone with large hands stuck on her mirror. Hermione was in too much of a hurry to wonder. She quickly got ready and reached into her jewelry box for a pair of hoops. Her hand stopped dead in midair. The secret side compartment was open, but the locks of Harry and Ron's hair were unmussed. 'I must have left that open when I look upon the tresses before bed last night.' Hermione thought vaguely. She glanced once more at the clock. She had whiled away twenty-eight minutes. That meant that Care of Magical Creatures started in only three minutes. She really had to book it.
During her mad dash through the castle all questions were swept from her mind. Hermione raced down to Hagrid's hut and paddock. She clutched a stitch in her side. Malfoy look at her in amusement.
"Aright now students. If yer all'll look ter th' paddock, yew'll see a several Chimera's. Don be ascared tho'. Really they look worse than th' are." Hagrid said as calmly as if he were commenting on a passing butterfly. There were several gasps and much grumbling from the assorted students of the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses. " As yer can see, the Chimera is a rare Greek monsta' that is nearly impossible ter kill. Don worry tho' I had Professor McGonagall down ter put a encasing charm on th' paddock ter see tha' our beautiful beast...er... don get outter there."
As Hagrid rambled on and on about his precious Chimera who was looking quite hungry at the moment, Hermione felt someone sidle quietly up next to her.
"Hello there Hermione, looking splendid today of course!" Drawled Draco in an almost respectful manner.
Hermione felt a rush of hot anger overwhelm her. The effects of the conversation she had overheard as still playing with her. She gritted her teeth turned to him and said, " Hey Draco darling! How are you on this lovely morn?"
"So we're still on for the ball aren't we? I mean you aren't angry with me or anything? You haven't owled me lately..." Draco said uneasily.
"Yeah we're still on I suppose... maybe we can have a lovely round of mass Muggle murder to finish off the spectacular evening, or were you planning on getting in my pants instead?" Hermione spat out. After she realized what she had said it was too late to take it back. For the first time ever, Hermione swished off from her lessons, Hagrid glancing unsurely at he retreating back. He didn't know what was wrong, but he knew that Malfoy was involved somehow.
Draco's POV
She knew. How could she possibly know? There was no way unless... She had been in the dungeons. She had heard every word he spoke to Goyle, and believed every syllable. There was nothing left to do but make her overhear another conversation with Crabbe. This one had to be really convincing though. Not your general, this chick is so hot. Something with meaning, something with passion. He followed Hermione to the castle, but instead of going up the marble staircase to reason with her he tramped off to his own common room to plot the next eavesdropping rendezvous.
Hermione's POV
How could I say that, That was the dumbest thing I could have done. Now there is no way I can warn him that he is Harry's ignored cousin. That Death Eater party could in essence be the END of the Potters. Only she and McGonagall could let him know, and Professor had put it on her to do the telling. Now the only question was whether she was strong enough to find the lamb of truth in the heart of a dragon.
A/N Please you guys! review and tell me if I should continue this story. It is very discouraging that I don't really know who is reading and what they think. Reviews brighten my heart and my day.