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A/N: Hey guys, I'm back again, after a long break. School had just started and I was really really busy.
To cyberfrogx: Harry isn't weak-minded. Not to ruin the suspense, but I guess I do owe you an explanation, yes? I was trying to portray the irony of the fact that because of his love for Hermoine, he was so easily 'turned'. Do remember that Harry, despite his extraordinary powers, is still a possessive teen, and pressure does get to him. But thanks all the same. =P.
To GracieInCreek: Well, you've got your wish. I'm matching Ron up with Lavender. Thanks for reviewing. =P. I hope you're happy. =P.
To Sarah Asher: Thank you for being one of the few who actually believes that Harry could go angsty. As for the H/D fics, well, I think I'll stick to H/Hr for now. =P.
For the rest of you guys, thanks also for the reviews. I appreciate every single one of them, and will do my best to correct any mistakes I have. =P. Please continue!
Now guys, a note of warning here: I might not be able to update as frequently as before, but updating IS inevitable and I will update, though I'm not sure how long I'll take. But I absolutely love reviews, and a little review would help encourage me to finish the chapter faster. That was a hint by the way. =P. So how's this, let's make a deal. You give me 50 reviews, and I give you a chapter.
All right then, on with the show!
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Harry watched the sun rise up, and a bitter smile crossed his lips for a brief moment. Smiles seldom appear his face when he's alone, and even a bitter smile was rare, like a glimpse of the end of a rainbow that fades away in an instance. His bed was packed and he glanced at the clock. It was time to meet Hermoine down at the secret room. With hatred in his heart, and a vengeance in his eyes, he slowly strolled down the corridor. Several students, mostly from Slytherin, let him pass respectfully, their heads bowing subtly. In the last few months, Harry had managed to gather support from many students, not just those in Slytherin, but in other houses too. His "sincere" stare and "earnest" urges had attracted many people, who all believed that they were going to enjoy power beyond imagination.
He stood at the door to the room, and closed his eyes. Pasting a bright smile on his face, he pushed open the door. Once again, he was amazed at Hermoine's beauty, the way light seemed to reflect off her, giving her a radiant glow. Despite his hatred, he couldn't help but feel a faint stirring of feelings; someplace buried deep beneath the hatred - love.
"Hey," she greeted with a shy smile. Harry nodded in return, his lips automatically shaping itself into a smile. He allowed himself to breathe in her scent as he hugged her tight. She clasped her hand in his and led him to the couch. Sitting down next to you, he tried his best to act like an attentive boyfriend.
"So, school term's ending," Hermoine started. "You know, you could come over at my place to stay during the holidays if the Durselys' treat you terribly. My parents won't mind; they'll be delighted."
"No," Harry declined firmly. He averted his gaze and looked around the room. "They won't be a problem," he added coldly. Hermoine lifted her head from his chest, and slowly studied him.
"What do you mean?"
Harry shrugged and stood up. "I've to go pack. I'll see you later," he said, changing the subject smoothly. He gave a quick kiss, and walked off.
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Hermoine Granger sat on her bed, fingering the newspaper cuttings on her bed, some old, and some recent. She heard screams from outside her apartment, but she did nothing. In these times, screams were often heard, and there was nothing anyone could do. It was dark times, even darker than when Voldermort ruled the wizarding world.
Slowly, she reached out and gingerly held to one particular newspaper article, bearing the loud headline "Death of Albus Dumbledore. Killed by beloved student, Harry Potter." As she watched, the headline faded into the paper and a new one popped out. "Harry Potter turned!" Her tears dropped onto the yellowed paper, as she viewed the picture. She saw Harry's malicious grin as he waved the wand at Dumbledore. She saw Dumbledore pleading for Harry to return to the light. She saw Harry killed Dumbledore, and relishing it.
Despite having seen this ten years old article many times, she still could not help but feel horrified at the man Harry had became. She didn't know when he changed, but she had a vague idea she should know. When they went home after the school term, she received news that the Durselys' had died of an unknown cause. Harry did not mourn for them. She should have noticed something wrong by then; no matter how much Harry hated them, he wouldn't feel happy at their death. But she trusted him, thought that the whole thing had nothing to do with him. Harry was sent back to Hogwarts, and it during that time that he killed Dumbledore. It was during that time that he revealed himself as a dark lord.
At sixteen, Harry Potter became the youngest dark wizard in the history of the wizarding world.
Hermoine felt a wave of anger and betrayal. Harry had quickly gained power in the wizarding world; no one could stop him. The followers that he had gathered when in school went around killing the people that threatened to overthrow Harry, which wasn't many. Nobody dared to go against him, not even the people who went against Voldermort. Harry Potter became the boy who killed Dumbledore, a feat many dark wizards, including Voldermort, had tried, and failed. Sirius Black was thrown back to Azkaban Prison, where he was tormented by the Dementors, and the fact that James Potter's son had betrayed him, that he went crazy after a few months and died.
Ron Weasley, ashamed at the monster his friend had become, vowed to suppress the monster that haunted his friend's body. He started an underground society whose main aim was to go against Harry Potter. The society was short-lived; Draco Malfoy, right-hand man of Harry, hunted members of the society personally, and in one swift move, killed them all. Ron escaped and disappeared, and for the last seven years, that had been no contact from him.
Hermoine had survived the killing rampage, and for a while she harbored the hope that Harry spared her because he still loved her, but it wasn't long before that naïve thinking left. She knew why Harry spared her. He wanted her to suffer. Death comes quickly, and in these times, it was a comfort. Harry didn't want her dead, he wanted her to suffer. Her parents were brutally murdered by Malfoy, with a note written to her in her parents' blood. The gist of it was basically that Harry didn't think her parents were worth his time, and so he didn't even bother killing them himself.
The Weasleys, who were wonderfully kind to her, also met with misfortunes. Arthur Weasley was killed by one of the Dark Vengeance, which was what the followers of Harry called themselves. Molly Weasley, heart-broken, soon followed suit. Charlie, Bill and Percy were thrown into Azkaban, where they suffered, up until this very day. Ginny Weasley, in an attempt to fight for her survival, severed all ties with her family to join the Dark Vengeance.
She became the girlfriend of Draco Malfoy, and unknowingly fell in love with him. Fearing that she would soften Malfoy's heart, Harry ordered her to be executed, and executed she was. On a cold winter's night, outside the ruins once known as Hogwarts, Ginny Weasley was killed, by none other than the one who she never thought would lay a finger on her, the one who promised her love and glory. On a cold winter's night, Ginny Weasley had the Avedra Kedavra curse put on her, by Draco Malfoy.
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Hermoine shuffled the newspaper cuttings together, and gently placed them in a small box. As she arranged the papers into the box, her eyes caught sight of a key chain Harry had made for her so very long ago, using acorn and figs. She stared at the key chain for a long while, her face impassive. After what seemed like eternity, she put the newspaper articles in, and closed the box. She looked up suddenly, and seemed to realize something.
The screaming had stopped. Yet another person had been killed.
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A/N: *gasp*! What will happen next? All will be revealed when you review!
A/N: Hey guys, I'm back again, after a long break. School had just started and I was really really busy.
To cyberfrogx: Harry isn't weak-minded. Not to ruin the suspense, but I guess I do owe you an explanation, yes? I was trying to portray the irony of the fact that because of his love for Hermoine, he was so easily 'turned'. Do remember that Harry, despite his extraordinary powers, is still a possessive teen, and pressure does get to him. But thanks all the same. =P.
To GracieInCreek: Well, you've got your wish. I'm matching Ron up with Lavender. Thanks for reviewing. =P. I hope you're happy. =P.
To Sarah Asher: Thank you for being one of the few who actually believes that Harry could go angsty. As for the H/D fics, well, I think I'll stick to H/Hr for now. =P.
For the rest of you guys, thanks also for the reviews. I appreciate every single one of them, and will do my best to correct any mistakes I have. =P. Please continue!
Now guys, a note of warning here: I might not be able to update as frequently as before, but updating IS inevitable and I will update, though I'm not sure how long I'll take. But I absolutely love reviews, and a little review would help encourage me to finish the chapter faster. That was a hint by the way. =P. So how's this, let's make a deal. You give me 50 reviews, and I give you a chapter.
All right then, on with the show!
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Harry watched the sun rise up, and a bitter smile crossed his lips for a brief moment. Smiles seldom appear his face when he's alone, and even a bitter smile was rare, like a glimpse of the end of a rainbow that fades away in an instance. His bed was packed and he glanced at the clock. It was time to meet Hermoine down at the secret room. With hatred in his heart, and a vengeance in his eyes, he slowly strolled down the corridor. Several students, mostly from Slytherin, let him pass respectfully, their heads bowing subtly. In the last few months, Harry had managed to gather support from many students, not just those in Slytherin, but in other houses too. His "sincere" stare and "earnest" urges had attracted many people, who all believed that they were going to enjoy power beyond imagination.
He stood at the door to the room, and closed his eyes. Pasting a bright smile on his face, he pushed open the door. Once again, he was amazed at Hermoine's beauty, the way light seemed to reflect off her, giving her a radiant glow. Despite his hatred, he couldn't help but feel a faint stirring of feelings; someplace buried deep beneath the hatred - love.
"Hey," she greeted with a shy smile. Harry nodded in return, his lips automatically shaping itself into a smile. He allowed himself to breathe in her scent as he hugged her tight. She clasped her hand in his and led him to the couch. Sitting down next to you, he tried his best to act like an attentive boyfriend.
"So, school term's ending," Hermoine started. "You know, you could come over at my place to stay during the holidays if the Durselys' treat you terribly. My parents won't mind; they'll be delighted."
"No," Harry declined firmly. He averted his gaze and looked around the room. "They won't be a problem," he added coldly. Hermoine lifted her head from his chest, and slowly studied him.
"What do you mean?"
Harry shrugged and stood up. "I've to go pack. I'll see you later," he said, changing the subject smoothly. He gave a quick kiss, and walked off.
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Hermoine Granger sat on her bed, fingering the newspaper cuttings on her bed, some old, and some recent. She heard screams from outside her apartment, but she did nothing. In these times, screams were often heard, and there was nothing anyone could do. It was dark times, even darker than when Voldermort ruled the wizarding world.
Slowly, she reached out and gingerly held to one particular newspaper article, bearing the loud headline "Death of Albus Dumbledore. Killed by beloved student, Harry Potter." As she watched, the headline faded into the paper and a new one popped out. "Harry Potter turned!" Her tears dropped onto the yellowed paper, as she viewed the picture. She saw Harry's malicious grin as he waved the wand at Dumbledore. She saw Dumbledore pleading for Harry to return to the light. She saw Harry killed Dumbledore, and relishing it.
Despite having seen this ten years old article many times, she still could not help but feel horrified at the man Harry had became. She didn't know when he changed, but she had a vague idea she should know. When they went home after the school term, she received news that the Durselys' had died of an unknown cause. Harry did not mourn for them. She should have noticed something wrong by then; no matter how much Harry hated them, he wouldn't feel happy at their death. But she trusted him, thought that the whole thing had nothing to do with him. Harry was sent back to Hogwarts, and it during that time that he killed Dumbledore. It was during that time that he revealed himself as a dark lord.
At sixteen, Harry Potter became the youngest dark wizard in the history of the wizarding world.
Hermoine felt a wave of anger and betrayal. Harry had quickly gained power in the wizarding world; no one could stop him. The followers that he had gathered when in school went around killing the people that threatened to overthrow Harry, which wasn't many. Nobody dared to go against him, not even the people who went against Voldermort. Harry Potter became the boy who killed Dumbledore, a feat many dark wizards, including Voldermort, had tried, and failed. Sirius Black was thrown back to Azkaban Prison, where he was tormented by the Dementors, and the fact that James Potter's son had betrayed him, that he went crazy after a few months and died.
Ron Weasley, ashamed at the monster his friend had become, vowed to suppress the monster that haunted his friend's body. He started an underground society whose main aim was to go against Harry Potter. The society was short-lived; Draco Malfoy, right-hand man of Harry, hunted members of the society personally, and in one swift move, killed them all. Ron escaped and disappeared, and for the last seven years, that had been no contact from him.
Hermoine had survived the killing rampage, and for a while she harbored the hope that Harry spared her because he still loved her, but it wasn't long before that naïve thinking left. She knew why Harry spared her. He wanted her to suffer. Death comes quickly, and in these times, it was a comfort. Harry didn't want her dead, he wanted her to suffer. Her parents were brutally murdered by Malfoy, with a note written to her in her parents' blood. The gist of it was basically that Harry didn't think her parents were worth his time, and so he didn't even bother killing them himself.
The Weasleys, who were wonderfully kind to her, also met with misfortunes. Arthur Weasley was killed by one of the Dark Vengeance, which was what the followers of Harry called themselves. Molly Weasley, heart-broken, soon followed suit. Charlie, Bill and Percy were thrown into Azkaban, where they suffered, up until this very day. Ginny Weasley, in an attempt to fight for her survival, severed all ties with her family to join the Dark Vengeance.
She became the girlfriend of Draco Malfoy, and unknowingly fell in love with him. Fearing that she would soften Malfoy's heart, Harry ordered her to be executed, and executed she was. On a cold winter's night, outside the ruins once known as Hogwarts, Ginny Weasley was killed, by none other than the one who she never thought would lay a finger on her, the one who promised her love and glory. On a cold winter's night, Ginny Weasley had the Avedra Kedavra curse put on her, by Draco Malfoy.
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Hermoine shuffled the newspaper cuttings together, and gently placed them in a small box. As she arranged the papers into the box, her eyes caught sight of a key chain Harry had made for her so very long ago, using acorn and figs. She stared at the key chain for a long while, her face impassive. After what seemed like eternity, she put the newspaper articles in, and closed the box. She looked up suddenly, and seemed to realize something.
The screaming had stopped. Yet another person had been killed.
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A/N: *gasp*! What will happen next? All will be revealed when you review!