This is the first part to a twopart introduction and history to this fic.
The real fic begins in chapter three. (Or four, depending on if you read
chapter tittles)
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Now, you may be wondering just what connection Hermione has to Fred (No, it's not romantic:)) so I will spend a few seconds here explaining.
*"Harry! Ron! I'm going to be outside! When my grandmother finishes with your fittings please meet me in the rose garden!" Hermione called, shrugging on her cloak lethargically. She had just turned fifteen, and they were home with her over the Christmas break.
Her parents traveled constantly, so her legal address was that of her grandmother's, but her parents were usually home around Christmas and summer.
She walked out, enjoying the sound of snow crunching beneath her boots and the soft whisper it made as it fell. She loved winter. "I think I'll practice." She was far enough away from the roads and nearby villages that she could fly whenever she wanted to practice, and the soft veil of snow helped. "The twins would be proud of that statement," she said grinning. Since Viktor died, she had done what his final breath had asked of her, to try quidditch. She had done better than that, she had actually started training. She took off, her cloak spread behind her, hair whipping around. She had to admit she loved the feeling.
"Hey, Hermione! Glad to see you practice without us!" George's voice crackled over the spell she'd done to connect her broom to theirs. "So my younger brother's behaving himself right?"
"He's more of a gentleman than you are, George."
"What? You mean he hasn't tried anything? I wonder why?"
"Georgie-boy, leave her alone. I'm sure there are plenty of reasons for him to leave her alone." Fred laughed as his brother squeaked. "I thought that you'd at least remember that I'm out here."
Hermione sighed, looking around at the forest that surrounded her house. She stopped her broom, an unnatural glow catching her eyes. It was faint, so she managed a partial transfiguration into owl eyes. She scanned, hoping she could spot it again, then remembered that owl eyes could see better in the dark than in the light, and changed to eagle. She nodded as she saw the light again-it was a camp, and on her property. "Guys, I've got trespassers to deal with. I'll talk to you later." She landed and dismounted, breaking the spell.
*SCENE CHANGE*
Fred looked around at his twin. "That didn't sound good, George."
"No, it did not." George took a look around. "It's snowing across Britain. I think if we stick to instruments and the clouds, we could safely fly to the Granger estate."
Fred nodded, all ready pointed that way. A few minutes later, they landed in the courtyard of the Mediterranean styled villa. Harry and Ron were having a snowball fight in the rose garden-enchanted by Hermione so that the snow didn't kill the roses. "Ron, Harry. We have a problem."
Two snowballs paused in midair. "What?"
"Hermione needs our help."
"And how do you know this?" Ron asked, letting the snowballs fall.
"Just the feeling I got," Fred said, leaning his broom against the wall. "George. You and Ron take the eastern half of the estate. Harry, you're coming with me on the west."
"You're splitting us up?" Ron, Harry, and the other twin chorused.
"I have good reasoning. Ron and Harry know the land better, we know more spells. Plus I have the feeling that the trouble is more on the western side, but there's still some on the east."
George nodded. "Let's go, Ron."
The younger teen nodded.
*Scene Change*
Hermione crept along the deer path, quieter than the snow. A few leagues away, a wolf howled. She somehow knew it was Remus-it was a full moon. Quickly she drew her wand, inwardly growling as the night grew darker. 'I do not want to be out here by full dark. Especially with Severus out of the country, and Remus five years with Wolf's Bane.' She muttered to her self.
Suddenly, one of the two men she was following turned, showing a white porcelain mask. "You're more foolish and protective than we thought."
Hermione met his eyes calmly and stood, her hatred for this older Malfoy showing through. "Bastard. I'm loyal to my friends. I would die to protect them."
"Then die you shall, Mudblood." The pale blonde bound her hands with a black silk cord, taking her wand from her. "You'll get this back, a bit later." He sneered as she growled.
"You mean after I'm dead right? Pft. I'm not afraid of death. I've seen it at its ugliest and stood strong."
The man snorted, giving her a rough push forward. "His Lordship will definitely enjoy you're company tomorrow night." He smiled evilly down at her and held her still as he moved closer. "But first, I'm to see if you're a suitable match for him." He leaned down and pressed his cold lips to her own warm ones.
She growled and bit down, drawing his blood. "Yulk!" She spat the bitter coppery tasting fluid out.
"Impertinent vixen!" Malfoy backhanded her viciously. "You shall pay dearly for that." He pushed her into his equally tall companion.
She looked up and met another pair of ice blue eyes. "Draco Malfoy. What an unpleasant surprise." She sneered into his glare as he helped her up and led her forward.
"You know, you aren't going to make things any easier by struggling, mudblood." His statement was loud enough for Lucius to hear, but to her, it held a double meaning. The teen leaned down. "Your friends are on their way. As my father-" there was a hint of iciness to his voice as he glanced over to his fathers back. "Hates camping with the other men, we have our own separate camp." Louder he added "Now be a good little mudblood and obey your superiors."
She glared up at him. "If there's one thing I hate more than Death Eaters, it's patronizing."
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Now, you may be wondering just what connection Hermione has to Fred (No, it's not romantic:)) so I will spend a few seconds here explaining.
*"Harry! Ron! I'm going to be outside! When my grandmother finishes with your fittings please meet me in the rose garden!" Hermione called, shrugging on her cloak lethargically. She had just turned fifteen, and they were home with her over the Christmas break.
Her parents traveled constantly, so her legal address was that of her grandmother's, but her parents were usually home around Christmas and summer.
She walked out, enjoying the sound of snow crunching beneath her boots and the soft whisper it made as it fell. She loved winter. "I think I'll practice." She was far enough away from the roads and nearby villages that she could fly whenever she wanted to practice, and the soft veil of snow helped. "The twins would be proud of that statement," she said grinning. Since Viktor died, she had done what his final breath had asked of her, to try quidditch. She had done better than that, she had actually started training. She took off, her cloak spread behind her, hair whipping around. She had to admit she loved the feeling.
"Hey, Hermione! Glad to see you practice without us!" George's voice crackled over the spell she'd done to connect her broom to theirs. "So my younger brother's behaving himself right?"
"He's more of a gentleman than you are, George."
"What? You mean he hasn't tried anything? I wonder why?"
"Georgie-boy, leave her alone. I'm sure there are plenty of reasons for him to leave her alone." Fred laughed as his brother squeaked. "I thought that you'd at least remember that I'm out here."
Hermione sighed, looking around at the forest that surrounded her house. She stopped her broom, an unnatural glow catching her eyes. It was faint, so she managed a partial transfiguration into owl eyes. She scanned, hoping she could spot it again, then remembered that owl eyes could see better in the dark than in the light, and changed to eagle. She nodded as she saw the light again-it was a camp, and on her property. "Guys, I've got trespassers to deal with. I'll talk to you later." She landed and dismounted, breaking the spell.
*SCENE CHANGE*
Fred looked around at his twin. "That didn't sound good, George."
"No, it did not." George took a look around. "It's snowing across Britain. I think if we stick to instruments and the clouds, we could safely fly to the Granger estate."
Fred nodded, all ready pointed that way. A few minutes later, they landed in the courtyard of the Mediterranean styled villa. Harry and Ron were having a snowball fight in the rose garden-enchanted by Hermione so that the snow didn't kill the roses. "Ron, Harry. We have a problem."
Two snowballs paused in midair. "What?"
"Hermione needs our help."
"And how do you know this?" Ron asked, letting the snowballs fall.
"Just the feeling I got," Fred said, leaning his broom against the wall. "George. You and Ron take the eastern half of the estate. Harry, you're coming with me on the west."
"You're splitting us up?" Ron, Harry, and the other twin chorused.
"I have good reasoning. Ron and Harry know the land better, we know more spells. Plus I have the feeling that the trouble is more on the western side, but there's still some on the east."
George nodded. "Let's go, Ron."
The younger teen nodded.
*Scene Change*
Hermione crept along the deer path, quieter than the snow. A few leagues away, a wolf howled. She somehow knew it was Remus-it was a full moon. Quickly she drew her wand, inwardly growling as the night grew darker. 'I do not want to be out here by full dark. Especially with Severus out of the country, and Remus five years with Wolf's Bane.' She muttered to her self.
Suddenly, one of the two men she was following turned, showing a white porcelain mask. "You're more foolish and protective than we thought."
Hermione met his eyes calmly and stood, her hatred for this older Malfoy showing through. "Bastard. I'm loyal to my friends. I would die to protect them."
"Then die you shall, Mudblood." The pale blonde bound her hands with a black silk cord, taking her wand from her. "You'll get this back, a bit later." He sneered as she growled.
"You mean after I'm dead right? Pft. I'm not afraid of death. I've seen it at its ugliest and stood strong."
The man snorted, giving her a rough push forward. "His Lordship will definitely enjoy you're company tomorrow night." He smiled evilly down at her and held her still as he moved closer. "But first, I'm to see if you're a suitable match for him." He leaned down and pressed his cold lips to her own warm ones.
She growled and bit down, drawing his blood. "Yulk!" She spat the bitter coppery tasting fluid out.
"Impertinent vixen!" Malfoy backhanded her viciously. "You shall pay dearly for that." He pushed her into his equally tall companion.
She looked up and met another pair of ice blue eyes. "Draco Malfoy. What an unpleasant surprise." She sneered into his glare as he helped her up and led her forward.
"You know, you aren't going to make things any easier by struggling, mudblood." His statement was loud enough for Lucius to hear, but to her, it held a double meaning. The teen leaned down. "Your friends are on their way. As my father-" there was a hint of iciness to his voice as he glanced over to his fathers back. "Hates camping with the other men, we have our own separate camp." Louder he added "Now be a good little mudblood and obey your superiors."
She glared up at him. "If there's one thing I hate more than Death Eaters, it's patronizing."