Author's Notes: (And gratitude!)
Thanks for all the reviews! I am in deep gratitude! (hehe, but really I am… it was really helpful!) But really, thanks for the reviews it was inspiring!
Reven Eid (nwonknu_100@hotmail.com): Here's the continuation so you'd probably be back in your seat right now!
Meimi Haneoka: I forgot to put the H/H, how can I edit it? This is my first fanfic! (
The Red Dragons Order: Here's the chapter you're waiting for, I hope you like it!
Liza Potter: Yup it's my first, but you got me inspired to write more! (
Akiko: Thanks! I hope you won't find it boring!
Chapter 1
Cornelius Fudge wasn't an easy man to get along with. He was stubborn, inefficient and clearly not the best one for the sacred job that was placed upon his stubby shoulders.
But in either ways, he was still considered to be the best man on the job since nobody wanted to take it.
It wasn't that they were scared but they seemed lost without their noble leader. They felt like they weren't right for the job and would rather follow the orders than be the one giving it out.
But with Fudge, it wasn't orders… it was "demands".
And usually his demands were impossible, not necessary and would cost a lot of galleons. But he didn't care. As long as he was in power and they followed his every whim, he was happy with it.
And Voldemort was even more ecstatic.
********
Harry Potter sat himself on the far edge of the room right beside Hermione. They were having their transfiguration class and McGonagall was explaining something about precautions to be followed before they get on with their activity. And as usual, the three were not listening.
"I have a feeling that any day now those death eaters would be marching towards the school," Harry stated in an indifferent tone, as if it was meant to be and nothing could be done to put a stop to it. Hermione meanwhile bit her lip as if to stop the quivering she felt and Ron just shook his head, feeling the same way that Harry felt.
"When do you think they'd be coming?" Hermione asked, her voice a little shaky but trying to put on a brave face as her best friends were.
"I don't know… anytime soon, I presume," Harry answered.
"Don't you think that they had created a plan to block it?" Ron asked, the idea dawning on him, sending him to lighten up. But then a thought flicked through his mind and he was dim again.
Dumbledore was dead. Fudge was in charge. And having Fudge in the pedestal was like having nobody at all. It was a stupid question that deserved a stupid answer.
"I wonder when all of this would end and everything would be the same again," Hermione said with a sigh.
"And I wonder what you're talking about that you cease to listen to what I'm saying," Professor McGonagall's stern voice boomed.
The three suddenly stopped and remained silent all throughout the whole lesson.
********
Draco Malfoy knew what was coming. His hand clutched the letter that his father had sent him and he was thinking. Planning. Challenging his brain to come up with something to keep him away. But his mind was blank. Sighing, he read his letter again, as if it could bring him answers.
Draco,
I have been keeping you informed of what is happening right now to our society, the real society that our dark lord has created. And I am sure that you are excited with the plans that are in store for you.
But before we proceed to that, I would like to inform you beforehand of the march of the death eaters to the castle of the fallen old fool. This would be happening tomorrow evening and I urge you to remain silent, as only those in the close circle know about it. Control your tongue and don't even mention it to your dumb friends, as they are as dumb as their fathers. I don't want you associating with that.
Till we see tomorrow evening- be on guard. Enjoy as you see the mudbloods die!
Your Father
Enjoy as you see the mudbloods die! The voice of his father saying those words echoed into his ears. If another person has written that to him, he wouldn't be affected like he was right now. But in this case, he had a strong feeling that his father was a lunatic. Not the type of thing to think about your father but he knew that he was cracked up or just plain brutal.
And he didn't know if he could enjoy seeing the mudbloods die.
Even if he won't admit it.
Most especially, Hermione Granger.
********
"No! Not Hermione, please!" But it was too late. Lord Voldemort had his wand erupt with a flash of green light and Hermione's body, which was levitated in the air, collapsed and went limp, lifeless. Dead.
Hermione Granger was dead.
He walked up to her and touched the tear-stained cheek and all that he could do was—
"NOOO!" Harry Potter screamed out sending him to wake up along with the other boys inside the dormitory.
"What the? Who was that?" one mumbled with a clearly annoyed tone.
"For heaven's sake, can't some people get sleep here?" another one stated in between yawns.
But Harry couldn't apologize to them. Or talk to anyone else. The dream was so vivid in his mind that sweat was forming in his body and his heart was pulsating wildly at the same time that tears brimmed the edges of his eyes.
He couldn't bear the sight of Lord Voldemort killing Hermione as he appeared helpless.
He couldn't bear the sight of seeing Hermione dead and lifeless.
He couldn't bear the sight of seeing himself part with Hermione.
He couldn't bear the fact that he could loose Hermione.
And then he knew what he had to do.
********
Ron lie down on his bed, sleep not getting on him after Harry's outburst. He knew that it was Harry. There was no mistake in it. He knew that he was having another dream. And this time he probably knew who this was about that send him to jump out of his bed and leave the room.
And all that he could do was smile.
********
Hermione curled up on her bed, hugging her pillow. She was sleeping but something troubled her mind. And it caused her to stay awake most of the night or be in a very light sleep that one movement could wake her up. Like right now.
She heard the door of her bedroom creak and then it opened, sending a burst of light into the room. And then she heard the footsteps.
Hermione sat upright. She felt her heart beating wildly, scared. For a second, she thought that it was Voldemort already coming to kill her knowing that she was a mudblood and one of his archenemy's best friends.
But it was the wrong idea at the moment. If it was Voldemort, she could already hear the voice of screaming people outside or a brigade of people marching. But right now, all she heard was footsteps coming towards her curtained bed. And she had a feeling that it was ferret boy.
"What do you want Malfoy?" she asked, putting a great amount of annoyance and sarcasm into her voice.
But he didn't answer, instead, the curtains that surrounded her bed were pulled open and she found Harry Potter standing there. His face contorted with pain and sweat drowning his body.
"Harry?" Hermione asked in a tone of surprise and worry. He looked like a nervous wreck.
"Good God Hermione, you're all right…" Harry whispered, his voice shaky as he collapsed into the bed and hugged her.
Hermione was shocked. He hugged her like the million times he did in her dreams.
"O- of-course… I'm all right Harry…' Hermione whispered in the same shaky voice as Harry continued to hug her even tightly.
And then the worse of the worst came. Harry stood up, looking like he got back into his senses, took one look at Hermione then barged out of the door.
Hermione collapsed into her bed, feeling like a total idiot.
Harry collapsed into his dormitory, feeling like a total idiot.
********
He saw him come out of the room. He saw him hurry out of the head boy and girl's room. He wondered how he got in, but then probably Hermione gave it to him. But what really caught his attention was seeing him come out of Granger's room.
Seeing him sweaty after coming out of her room.
Seeing him flushed.
And then he should have looked at his own face when he saw him come out. Draco Malfoy thought, he could have seen the jealousy that burned his face as he watched all these.
And he hated himself for feeling it.
********
"That is impossible! We cannot do that! Do you know how much laws we'd be breaking and how much harm it could do?"
"And of all the people it would be coming from you when you are the minister of magic?"
"I am disgusted."
Voices of angry wizards could be heard from the inside of the meeting room when Fudge and his team were gathered. Clearly, anger was boiling again and people were not getting along.
To put it clearly, it was another the People vs. Fudge.
But Fudge wouldn't hear any of it. He was their leader and so they had to obey him. The plan of putting a sleeping curse on the students of Hogwarts would be implemented tomorrow evening when the students are sleeping. This would put them away from the harm they could experience or see when the battle against the death eaters begins.
Thanks for all the reviews! I am in deep gratitude! (hehe, but really I am… it was really helpful!) But really, thanks for the reviews it was inspiring!
Reven Eid (nwonknu_100@hotmail.com): Here's the continuation so you'd probably be back in your seat right now!
Meimi Haneoka: I forgot to put the H/H, how can I edit it? This is my first fanfic! (
The Red Dragons Order: Here's the chapter you're waiting for, I hope you like it!
Liza Potter: Yup it's my first, but you got me inspired to write more! (
Akiko: Thanks! I hope you won't find it boring!
Chapter 1
Cornelius Fudge wasn't an easy man to get along with. He was stubborn, inefficient and clearly not the best one for the sacred job that was placed upon his stubby shoulders.
But in either ways, he was still considered to be the best man on the job since nobody wanted to take it.
It wasn't that they were scared but they seemed lost without their noble leader. They felt like they weren't right for the job and would rather follow the orders than be the one giving it out.
But with Fudge, it wasn't orders… it was "demands".
And usually his demands were impossible, not necessary and would cost a lot of galleons. But he didn't care. As long as he was in power and they followed his every whim, he was happy with it.
And Voldemort was even more ecstatic.
********
Harry Potter sat himself on the far edge of the room right beside Hermione. They were having their transfiguration class and McGonagall was explaining something about precautions to be followed before they get on with their activity. And as usual, the three were not listening.
"I have a feeling that any day now those death eaters would be marching towards the school," Harry stated in an indifferent tone, as if it was meant to be and nothing could be done to put a stop to it. Hermione meanwhile bit her lip as if to stop the quivering she felt and Ron just shook his head, feeling the same way that Harry felt.
"When do you think they'd be coming?" Hermione asked, her voice a little shaky but trying to put on a brave face as her best friends were.
"I don't know… anytime soon, I presume," Harry answered.
"Don't you think that they had created a plan to block it?" Ron asked, the idea dawning on him, sending him to lighten up. But then a thought flicked through his mind and he was dim again.
Dumbledore was dead. Fudge was in charge. And having Fudge in the pedestal was like having nobody at all. It was a stupid question that deserved a stupid answer.
"I wonder when all of this would end and everything would be the same again," Hermione said with a sigh.
"And I wonder what you're talking about that you cease to listen to what I'm saying," Professor McGonagall's stern voice boomed.
The three suddenly stopped and remained silent all throughout the whole lesson.
********
Draco Malfoy knew what was coming. His hand clutched the letter that his father had sent him and he was thinking. Planning. Challenging his brain to come up with something to keep him away. But his mind was blank. Sighing, he read his letter again, as if it could bring him answers.
Draco,
I have been keeping you informed of what is happening right now to our society, the real society that our dark lord has created. And I am sure that you are excited with the plans that are in store for you.
But before we proceed to that, I would like to inform you beforehand of the march of the death eaters to the castle of the fallen old fool. This would be happening tomorrow evening and I urge you to remain silent, as only those in the close circle know about it. Control your tongue and don't even mention it to your dumb friends, as they are as dumb as their fathers. I don't want you associating with that.
Till we see tomorrow evening- be on guard. Enjoy as you see the mudbloods die!
Your Father
Enjoy as you see the mudbloods die! The voice of his father saying those words echoed into his ears. If another person has written that to him, he wouldn't be affected like he was right now. But in this case, he had a strong feeling that his father was a lunatic. Not the type of thing to think about your father but he knew that he was cracked up or just plain brutal.
And he didn't know if he could enjoy seeing the mudbloods die.
Even if he won't admit it.
Most especially, Hermione Granger.
********
"No! Not Hermione, please!" But it was too late. Lord Voldemort had his wand erupt with a flash of green light and Hermione's body, which was levitated in the air, collapsed and went limp, lifeless. Dead.
Hermione Granger was dead.
He walked up to her and touched the tear-stained cheek and all that he could do was—
"NOOO!" Harry Potter screamed out sending him to wake up along with the other boys inside the dormitory.
"What the? Who was that?" one mumbled with a clearly annoyed tone.
"For heaven's sake, can't some people get sleep here?" another one stated in between yawns.
But Harry couldn't apologize to them. Or talk to anyone else. The dream was so vivid in his mind that sweat was forming in his body and his heart was pulsating wildly at the same time that tears brimmed the edges of his eyes.
He couldn't bear the sight of Lord Voldemort killing Hermione as he appeared helpless.
He couldn't bear the sight of seeing Hermione dead and lifeless.
He couldn't bear the sight of seeing himself part with Hermione.
He couldn't bear the fact that he could loose Hermione.
And then he knew what he had to do.
********
Ron lie down on his bed, sleep not getting on him after Harry's outburst. He knew that it was Harry. There was no mistake in it. He knew that he was having another dream. And this time he probably knew who this was about that send him to jump out of his bed and leave the room.
And all that he could do was smile.
********
Hermione curled up on her bed, hugging her pillow. She was sleeping but something troubled her mind. And it caused her to stay awake most of the night or be in a very light sleep that one movement could wake her up. Like right now.
She heard the door of her bedroom creak and then it opened, sending a burst of light into the room. And then she heard the footsteps.
Hermione sat upright. She felt her heart beating wildly, scared. For a second, she thought that it was Voldemort already coming to kill her knowing that she was a mudblood and one of his archenemy's best friends.
But it was the wrong idea at the moment. If it was Voldemort, she could already hear the voice of screaming people outside or a brigade of people marching. But right now, all she heard was footsteps coming towards her curtained bed. And she had a feeling that it was ferret boy.
"What do you want Malfoy?" she asked, putting a great amount of annoyance and sarcasm into her voice.
But he didn't answer, instead, the curtains that surrounded her bed were pulled open and she found Harry Potter standing there. His face contorted with pain and sweat drowning his body.
"Harry?" Hermione asked in a tone of surprise and worry. He looked like a nervous wreck.
"Good God Hermione, you're all right…" Harry whispered, his voice shaky as he collapsed into the bed and hugged her.
Hermione was shocked. He hugged her like the million times he did in her dreams.
"O- of-course… I'm all right Harry…' Hermione whispered in the same shaky voice as Harry continued to hug her even tightly.
And then the worse of the worst came. Harry stood up, looking like he got back into his senses, took one look at Hermione then barged out of the door.
Hermione collapsed into her bed, feeling like a total idiot.
Harry collapsed into his dormitory, feeling like a total idiot.
********
He saw him come out of the room. He saw him hurry out of the head boy and girl's room. He wondered how he got in, but then probably Hermione gave it to him. But what really caught his attention was seeing him come out of Granger's room.
Seeing him sweaty after coming out of her room.
Seeing him flushed.
And then he should have looked at his own face when he saw him come out. Draco Malfoy thought, he could have seen the jealousy that burned his face as he watched all these.
And he hated himself for feeling it.
********
"That is impossible! We cannot do that! Do you know how much laws we'd be breaking and how much harm it could do?"
"And of all the people it would be coming from you when you are the minister of magic?"
"I am disgusted."
Voices of angry wizards could be heard from the inside of the meeting room when Fudge and his team were gathered. Clearly, anger was boiling again and people were not getting along.
To put it clearly, it was another the People vs. Fudge.
But Fudge wouldn't hear any of it. He was their leader and so they had to obey him. The plan of putting a sleeping curse on the students of Hogwarts would be implemented tomorrow evening when the students are sleeping. This would put them away from the harm they could experience or see when the battle against the death eaters begins.