A Dead Man's Eyes Don't Forgive
Disclaimer: The usual.
A/N. I have decided to change the course of this whole story. That means that there will be fewer chapters than I first intended, but they will be of better quality. Please stay with me.
Hermione paced near the foot of her bed, still fuming. She was mad at herself and Draco. How dare he try and deceive her. To play her false. She would get him if it was the last thing she did. Not only revenge for herself. But avenging Harry and Ron and the day that haunted her every moment. The day she loathed with all her being. The day fate had failed her.
Draco in the meanwhile was kicking himself. How could he let her overhear him? At this rate she would never forgive him none the less fall in love with him. Why did he even want her to fall in love with him? She was a Mudblood. How could she be so tempting, so alluring?
***
The bells rang for lunch. Hermione grabbed her bag and trudged down to the Great Hall, dreading the looks from the Slytherin table. But if she didn't show up they would think she was avoiding them. Then they would probably go looking for her to tease her. Checking that her wand was in her robe pocket, Hermione calmly entered the Great Hall with shrewd sweeping glances of the Slytherin end of the Hall. Several wary eyes returned her glance but their owners did nothing. Comforted that she was in no immediate danger from a Slytherin attack Hermione squeezed up to the table between Dean and Seamus who parted to make way for her.
With feeble attempts to get in on the conversation, Hermione asked Quidditch questions (big mistake) and was nearly bored to death with the stiflingly long explanations. She was glad when the meal was over and the food was disappearing. Dumbledore stood up and rapped on his goblet with a knife.
The whole school turned to look at their mentor. The look on his face told it all.
"After meals would all students please meet down in Dungeon thirty-six? I think we can all squeeze in. We have some disturbing news. Please stay calm and make your way down to the dungeon." Dumbledore said gravely.
That was when Hermione noticed it. There was an empty seat at the staff table. Who was missing? McGonagall's eyes were all red and puffy. She had obviously been crying. But why? Why was everyone meeting in the dungeons? Why not the Great Hall?
Hermione was still pondering these questions as the throng of students pouring out of the Great Hall and heading towards the stairs pushed her. Unexpectedly Hermione felt a hand on her arm. She turned to look and saw a weary and unhappy Draco Malfoy.
"Can I sit with you?" Draco asked sincerely.
"I suppose so." Replied Hermione stiffly. It would be rude to tell him no. Besides she wanted to know what was going on with him too. Only once had she seen a break in his facade. That night in the Slytherin Library when he had confessed to her. His face now showed the same emotions. If possible magnified.
***
Minutes later after a lot of shifting and rearranging, all the students were seated, Hermione next to a quivering Draco. Professor Dumbledore clapped for silence.
"Students!" Dumbledore's magically magnified voice rumbled through their cold surroundings.
"You know I stand before you now to bring unhappy tidings. Sadly this news concerns one of your Professors, Professor Snape to be correct." The assembled Slytherins gasped, Draco shuddered. Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued.
"He has been abducted. His location is unknown to us now. We will give you any news as soon as we have it. For now all that is known is that Voldemort sent for him. He didn't respond so the Dark Lord sent him a few...er... escorts."
Hermione felt a wave of cold wash over her. Snape had never been particularly kind to her or any of the Gryffindors for that matter. Still he was working against the Dark side. He was a brother in arms. The magical community couldn't just let this happen. They had to take a stand. They had already let one act of violence go by. They wouldn't tolerate another.
Dumbledore waved his hand to show that he had more to say. " Due to this fact, we will be holding an Auror's clinic every Saturday morning. If you are looking into a career in this noble field or you just want to better know how to defend yourself, we recommend that you attend. However this is for fifth years and older. I am also a little sad to say this, but, the other small bit of news that I have saved for last is also very devastating."
The student body gasped like a single many breathed enmity.
"I am here to inform you that there has been a threat on Hogwarts."
More simultaneous inhalations.
" The Dark Side had sent word by a rather foreboding vulture. Their notice simply stated that if we did not surrender they would take our school by force. We have now but a week to think it over."
More gasps and this time strangled cries and sobs.
"Now the faculty and I have already decided to defy them. But the question remains, which of you will stay and fight with us? It is already decided that fourth years and below must be gone before the week is out. Anyone else who wishes to seek safety may. But I will gladly accept any help I am offered." Dumbledore silently swished out of the dungeon without a word more.
The students were awestricken. Not only the fact that Snape had been taken, more that they were in danger of dying and Dumbledore was calm. Everyone wanted to panic. They wanted to cry, but for some reason they couldn't. Maybe it was the look on Dumbledore's face. The evident pain. The concealed emotions.
Hermione was thinking. Could she stay behind? Was it her job? Yes. Now she had many people to avenge and if she didn't try she would live a life of regret. The only question left is, Will she be alone?
A/N I know kinda out of the blue. But that is the point right? And you thought this was really going to be just a Hermione and Draco fall in love and live happily ever after fic. Ha! Well hope you liked this chapter. Thanks so much to everyone reviewing and a special thanks to Shelly who's been with me since the beginning.
Disclaimer: The usual.
A/N. I have decided to change the course of this whole story. That means that there will be fewer chapters than I first intended, but they will be of better quality. Please stay with me.
Hermione paced near the foot of her bed, still fuming. She was mad at herself and Draco. How dare he try and deceive her. To play her false. She would get him if it was the last thing she did. Not only revenge for herself. But avenging Harry and Ron and the day that haunted her every moment. The day she loathed with all her being. The day fate had failed her.
Draco in the meanwhile was kicking himself. How could he let her overhear him? At this rate she would never forgive him none the less fall in love with him. Why did he even want her to fall in love with him? She was a Mudblood. How could she be so tempting, so alluring?
***
The bells rang for lunch. Hermione grabbed her bag and trudged down to the Great Hall, dreading the looks from the Slytherin table. But if she didn't show up they would think she was avoiding them. Then they would probably go looking for her to tease her. Checking that her wand was in her robe pocket, Hermione calmly entered the Great Hall with shrewd sweeping glances of the Slytherin end of the Hall. Several wary eyes returned her glance but their owners did nothing. Comforted that she was in no immediate danger from a Slytherin attack Hermione squeezed up to the table between Dean and Seamus who parted to make way for her.
With feeble attempts to get in on the conversation, Hermione asked Quidditch questions (big mistake) and was nearly bored to death with the stiflingly long explanations. She was glad when the meal was over and the food was disappearing. Dumbledore stood up and rapped on his goblet with a knife.
The whole school turned to look at their mentor. The look on his face told it all.
"After meals would all students please meet down in Dungeon thirty-six? I think we can all squeeze in. We have some disturbing news. Please stay calm and make your way down to the dungeon." Dumbledore said gravely.
That was when Hermione noticed it. There was an empty seat at the staff table. Who was missing? McGonagall's eyes were all red and puffy. She had obviously been crying. But why? Why was everyone meeting in the dungeons? Why not the Great Hall?
Hermione was still pondering these questions as the throng of students pouring out of the Great Hall and heading towards the stairs pushed her. Unexpectedly Hermione felt a hand on her arm. She turned to look and saw a weary and unhappy Draco Malfoy.
"Can I sit with you?" Draco asked sincerely.
"I suppose so." Replied Hermione stiffly. It would be rude to tell him no. Besides she wanted to know what was going on with him too. Only once had she seen a break in his facade. That night in the Slytherin Library when he had confessed to her. His face now showed the same emotions. If possible magnified.
***
Minutes later after a lot of shifting and rearranging, all the students were seated, Hermione next to a quivering Draco. Professor Dumbledore clapped for silence.
"Students!" Dumbledore's magically magnified voice rumbled through their cold surroundings.
"You know I stand before you now to bring unhappy tidings. Sadly this news concerns one of your Professors, Professor Snape to be correct." The assembled Slytherins gasped, Draco shuddered. Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued.
"He has been abducted. His location is unknown to us now. We will give you any news as soon as we have it. For now all that is known is that Voldemort sent for him. He didn't respond so the Dark Lord sent him a few...er... escorts."
Hermione felt a wave of cold wash over her. Snape had never been particularly kind to her or any of the Gryffindors for that matter. Still he was working against the Dark side. He was a brother in arms. The magical community couldn't just let this happen. They had to take a stand. They had already let one act of violence go by. They wouldn't tolerate another.
Dumbledore waved his hand to show that he had more to say. " Due to this fact, we will be holding an Auror's clinic every Saturday morning. If you are looking into a career in this noble field or you just want to better know how to defend yourself, we recommend that you attend. However this is for fifth years and older. I am also a little sad to say this, but, the other small bit of news that I have saved for last is also very devastating."
The student body gasped like a single many breathed enmity.
"I am here to inform you that there has been a threat on Hogwarts."
More simultaneous inhalations.
" The Dark Side had sent word by a rather foreboding vulture. Their notice simply stated that if we did not surrender they would take our school by force. We have now but a week to think it over."
More gasps and this time strangled cries and sobs.
"Now the faculty and I have already decided to defy them. But the question remains, which of you will stay and fight with us? It is already decided that fourth years and below must be gone before the week is out. Anyone else who wishes to seek safety may. But I will gladly accept any help I am offered." Dumbledore silently swished out of the dungeon without a word more.
The students were awestricken. Not only the fact that Snape had been taken, more that they were in danger of dying and Dumbledore was calm. Everyone wanted to panic. They wanted to cry, but for some reason they couldn't. Maybe it was the look on Dumbledore's face. The evident pain. The concealed emotions.
Hermione was thinking. Could she stay behind? Was it her job? Yes. Now she had many people to avenge and if she didn't try she would live a life of regret. The only question left is, Will she be alone?
A/N I know kinda out of the blue. But that is the point right? And you thought this was really going to be just a Hermione and Draco fall in love and live happily ever after fic. Ha! Well hope you liked this chapter. Thanks so much to everyone reviewing and a special thanks to Shelly who's been with me since the beginning.