"NO!?" The voice boomed all around him as the potion foamed over again
and Tyan's cheek began to sting as if he had been struck. "What is
your problem boy!?" Lord Voldmort's disembodied voice floated all
around him. "After all the training I've given you. Can't you even get
this one potion right?"
"It's difficult Grandfather," Tyan said, pushing back copper blonde hair. "You know I was never good at potions. And not one as strong as this." Tyan heard a resigned sigh. "What must we do Grandfather. None of our deatheaters can make it either."
The voice boomed again. "We need a great witch. She is muggle born, but powerful. Bring her and make her create the potion."
"Grandfather, you know she will not help."
"You will have to break her. She will help in the end."
Tyan sighed running a hand through his hair. "Who is she?"
"Hermione Granger." The voice echoed around the chamber.
The vision of a tall golden haired man floated before Hermione's eyes. Dark blue eyes the scanned the horizon turn and focused on her and Hermione felt her heart stop even in the vision. He was beautiful. The hard lean jaw he possessed locked then the vision wavered and faded as Hermione sat up in bed.
She sighed and sat back. "Great another one of those useless visions." She stood and her long curly golden brown hair dropped to her waist. She had gotten it to stop being messy but it wouldn't stop curling. She'd tried straightening spell after straightening spell and still it stayed curly. She blinked and went to the window of the girl's dormitory.
Her last year at Hogwarts, she thought leaning against the railing of the open window. She liked to think about it sometimes. Think about the future and the past. She smiled remembering when she'd become a beauty from an ugly duckling. Boys had finally started paying her attention. And Harry and Ron had established themselves as her big brothers and glared at any male they didn't know who came within a foot from her. No one she'd dated seemed to have been good enough for her in their eyes. She really did love them, but sometimes she wanted to kick them. She laughed quietly and closed her eyes just as a shadow passed over her eyelids.
She jumped and spun to face the window seeing no one. She relaxed and turned back around just as s hand snaked around her mouth and throat. "Don't make a sound or I'll kill you." A rough voice said in her ear. She struggled as he pulled out a wand flicked it and disappear. Hermione's head swam and everything went black.
"It's difficult Grandfather," Tyan said, pushing back copper blonde hair. "You know I was never good at potions. And not one as strong as this." Tyan heard a resigned sigh. "What must we do Grandfather. None of our deatheaters can make it either."
The voice boomed again. "We need a great witch. She is muggle born, but powerful. Bring her and make her create the potion."
"Grandfather, you know she will not help."
"You will have to break her. She will help in the end."
Tyan sighed running a hand through his hair. "Who is she?"
"Hermione Granger." The voice echoed around the chamber.
The vision of a tall golden haired man floated before Hermione's eyes. Dark blue eyes the scanned the horizon turn and focused on her and Hermione felt her heart stop even in the vision. He was beautiful. The hard lean jaw he possessed locked then the vision wavered and faded as Hermione sat up in bed.
She sighed and sat back. "Great another one of those useless visions." She stood and her long curly golden brown hair dropped to her waist. She had gotten it to stop being messy but it wouldn't stop curling. She'd tried straightening spell after straightening spell and still it stayed curly. She blinked and went to the window of the girl's dormitory.
Her last year at Hogwarts, she thought leaning against the railing of the open window. She liked to think about it sometimes. Think about the future and the past. She smiled remembering when she'd become a beauty from an ugly duckling. Boys had finally started paying her attention. And Harry and Ron had established themselves as her big brothers and glared at any male they didn't know who came within a foot from her. No one she'd dated seemed to have been good enough for her in their eyes. She really did love them, but sometimes she wanted to kick them. She laughed quietly and closed her eyes just as a shadow passed over her eyelids.
She jumped and spun to face the window seeing no one. She relaxed and turned back around just as s hand snaked around her mouth and throat. "Don't make a sound or I'll kill you." A rough voice said in her ear. She struggled as he pulled out a wand flicked it and disappear. Hermione's head swam and everything went black.