When Fire Burns
Hogsmead looked like something out of a muggle postcard. The whole Town was swept in a layer of thick snow. Ron held my arm when we walked, it felt no different to any other trip we had made except I felt this amazing happiness that seemed to soar right through my veins. Ironical now I think back.
I suppose it would be a good point to tell you about the situation with the dark side at the moment. Harry defeated Voldemort last year. Things were in no way back to normal yet but they were getting there.
Attacks weren't uncommon in those days but they were growing less frequent. It was like the wake after the funeral was over and things were getting back to some kind of normality but you still remember the death.
When I walked down the little lane that was called the high street I didn't care. I know that sounds so cruel and maybe it was but I didn't care.
it was like the thick mist I had been fighting through had finally cleared and I was just laughing in the winter sun.
Well we walked and talked about God knows what but it didn't even matter.
" Do you want to get a butter beer for me and you at the three broom sticks?" Ron asked loosening his grip on my arm.
" Yeah if you want don't be long though " I answered not put out but inquisitively.
" Ok, " Ron kissed me quickly on the street and walked away. I thought nothing of anything and set off to walk in the pub down the road. I gathered my cloak closely around me. It was turning cold and dark.
Even though I was Witch I still felt nervous, my mother always said, " Never go wondering by yourself when its dark Hermione even if you think its light the darkness creeps around you "
A voice suddenly took me by surprise. " Hermione " it called. I would know that voice anywhere, It was Harry.
"Were are you?" I shouted back not caring if I sounded foolish.
" Turn around " Harry answered
And I did. I can still remember that turn like I was watching it outside of my eyes.
I turned and white-hot flames engulfed my whole body. I screamed in pain my whole body writhing in absolute agony.
People started to scream and shout spells but nothing helped.
The last thing I can remember is a dark figure smiling at me while Ron ran up the street.
Fairy lights shone above me, they were all twinkly. Someone was holding my hand it was nice then before I realised the pain. Things came slowly into focus Ron was next to me that was nice. I tried to smile and realised I couldn't. With that disturbing thought I drifted back into the world of dreamers.
Ron 's pov if people don't like this tell me but I think it works
Fate has such twisted mind. I mean I only left Hermione for a few minuets didn't I and it's my fault she's the way she is now. I left her to buy a book that I had spotted in a wizard's bookshop.
I don't know how it had ended up there I mean its not often you find a signed charlotte Bronte classic outside of a museum. I knew it would be perfect for Hermione.
It didn't even cost that much I doubt if the owner even knew what they were selling.
I bought the book and walked back to find her. Down the street there was this huge commotion and something was on fire.
I ran, I have never run so first in my life, I knew the second I saw the flames that it was her. No one was doing anything. I ran forward and smothered her human instinct I suppose.
I put out the flames but it was to late, the damage was done. Who had done this what had she done to hurt them. I screamed for help but the witches and wizards just stood there as though we were cursed. I soon realised the dark mark had appeared over us and as I cradled my poor Darling in my arms .
Hogsmead looked like something out of a muggle postcard. The whole Town was swept in a layer of thick snow. Ron held my arm when we walked, it felt no different to any other trip we had made except I felt this amazing happiness that seemed to soar right through my veins. Ironical now I think back.
I suppose it would be a good point to tell you about the situation with the dark side at the moment. Harry defeated Voldemort last year. Things were in no way back to normal yet but they were getting there.
Attacks weren't uncommon in those days but they were growing less frequent. It was like the wake after the funeral was over and things were getting back to some kind of normality but you still remember the death.
When I walked down the little lane that was called the high street I didn't care. I know that sounds so cruel and maybe it was but I didn't care.
it was like the thick mist I had been fighting through had finally cleared and I was just laughing in the winter sun.
Well we walked and talked about God knows what but it didn't even matter.
" Do you want to get a butter beer for me and you at the three broom sticks?" Ron asked loosening his grip on my arm.
" Yeah if you want don't be long though " I answered not put out but inquisitively.
" Ok, " Ron kissed me quickly on the street and walked away. I thought nothing of anything and set off to walk in the pub down the road. I gathered my cloak closely around me. It was turning cold and dark.
Even though I was Witch I still felt nervous, my mother always said, " Never go wondering by yourself when its dark Hermione even if you think its light the darkness creeps around you "
A voice suddenly took me by surprise. " Hermione " it called. I would know that voice anywhere, It was Harry.
"Were are you?" I shouted back not caring if I sounded foolish.
" Turn around " Harry answered
And I did. I can still remember that turn like I was watching it outside of my eyes.
I turned and white-hot flames engulfed my whole body. I screamed in pain my whole body writhing in absolute agony.
People started to scream and shout spells but nothing helped.
The last thing I can remember is a dark figure smiling at me while Ron ran up the street.
Fairy lights shone above me, they were all twinkly. Someone was holding my hand it was nice then before I realised the pain. Things came slowly into focus Ron was next to me that was nice. I tried to smile and realised I couldn't. With that disturbing thought I drifted back into the world of dreamers.
Ron 's pov if people don't like this tell me but I think it works
Fate has such twisted mind. I mean I only left Hermione for a few minuets didn't I and it's my fault she's the way she is now. I left her to buy a book that I had spotted in a wizard's bookshop.
I don't know how it had ended up there I mean its not often you find a signed charlotte Bronte classic outside of a museum. I knew it would be perfect for Hermione.
It didn't even cost that much I doubt if the owner even knew what they were selling.
I bought the book and walked back to find her. Down the street there was this huge commotion and something was on fire.
I ran, I have never run so first in my life, I knew the second I saw the flames that it was her. No one was doing anything. I ran forward and smothered her human instinct I suppose.
I put out the flames but it was to late, the damage was done. Who had done this what had she done to hurt them. I screamed for help but the witches and wizards just stood there as though we were cursed. I soon realised the dark mark had appeared over us and as I cradled my poor Darling in my arms .