~*~*~*~*~*~*~4 years after the fall of Hogwarts.and the rise of
Voldmort~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione groaned and rubbed her temples. The longer she stared at the map and more confusing the lines and names and arrows got. She stood and went to the tent sink and filled a glass with water and drank it down just as the flap open and a tall man walked in. His fiery red hair stuck to the back of her neck with sweat and his freckles were almost hidden in his sun- tanned face. A face that made her heart ache suddenly, for another face so like it she had loved. After a moment the ache was gone, pushed to the back of her heart.
"Hermione." She looked up at him worried but he had a big grin on his face.
"What is it Ron?"
"We found another hideout. Voldmort has a collection of deatheaters there, along with prisoners."
Hermione nodded. "Get everyone ready. We'll move now, quickly. He walked back out and Hermione followed and looked around. The hot sun beat down on them even through the forest trees. Their camp was large..but not as large as it could have been, Hermione thought looking dejectedly at the rebels. All that was left of Hogwarts.
She shook her head and cleared that. Most of them were the only survivors, others were wizards and witches who had refused to join Voldmort and had escaped with their lives. 700, Hermione though. Out of countless numbers of people, only 700. As she stepped out into the sun a cheer went up. She closed her eyes thinking. And I lead them.
She opened her eyes again and pushed the long braid her hair was in behind her shoulder staring around resolutely. "Friends." Her voice rose like the cry of an eagle. "We're what' left. The Defiance. The last white fire." Her eyes blazed with fury as se remembered Voldmort attacking, destroying Hogwarts, the ministry and killing so many. Remembering all the people who had betrayed them by turning to Him and her heart lusted for vengeance. "Lets show them what it's like to mess with fire." Another cheer went up and Hermione grinned. Faith will hold us through.
Wands flashed in the afternoon sun as they were drawn out and everyone apparated, arriving just beyond a two-floor cabin. A scanned behind me to make sure everyone had arrived.and arrived in one piece. She gestured for Ron and her came over.
"Are you sure this is it?" She eyed the cabin. "It looks.simple."
"Hermione, these are wizards. They could probably make what looks like a soup can into an acceptable hide out." He grinned and she returned it.
"Alrighty them. Lets move." She drew out a gun from her waist. If any deatheaters got near enough she'd shoot them before they could utter a spell.
The attack was fast.and amazing. Colored light flashed everywhere like fireworks. Hermione even heard shots ring out. Two others in the defiance had guns. A wizard who escaped from the Ministry when Voldmort took over and the part vela girl, Fluer. Hermione smiled as she saw Fluer using the black handled pistol and Fluer looked up and smiled back at her seductively her bright eyes sparkling. Hermione and Fluer had become lovers when Fluer joined with The Defiance after her family was murdered by Voldmort. Hermione saw only another glance of Fluer's shining head as more deatheaters moved in on her.
The fight was over soon. Deatheaters lay dead on the floor. Almost none of The Defiance had gone down. Hermione ran her eyes over her rebels searching to make sure al those she cared deeply for where unharmed. It was selfish, she knew, but she couldn't help it. Satisfied, she jammed the gun back into the belt in her waist and motioned Fluer over.
"Everyone ok?"
Fluer nodded smiling a bit. "We lost Jamis though." Hermione looked away. She wasn't even sure who Jamis was and that made her feel guilty. Fluer must have seen it, because she picked up Hermione's hand gently. "Many survived because of you. You're a good leader."
Hermione smiled and squeezed Fluer's hand in thanks. "Have everyone scour the whole place and free anyone the deatheaters captured." She jerked her chin towards the rebels. "They all know the drill." Fluer nodded then turned and headed to split up parties to search.
Hermione turned and looked around. The room they were in was big. A circular room with 4 doors and a long hall. One of the doors had a bolt lock with strange symbols carved into the metal. She grimaced, this might be interesting. She put her wand to the door and tried an unlocking spell. The power hid the door, and sank right in, nothing happening. She snarled and tried a stronger spell enforcing all her will for a moment. The lock smoked and sizzled for a moment then clicked open.
Hermione smirked as she walked in. "Amateurs." The room she entered was a study. A large desk of mahogany wood sat in the middle of a red-carpeted floor. Papers were spread out all over the desk. Two doors marked connecting rooms. One was open, a closet. The other was locked from the outside. The inside room was dark. Hermione moved forward drawing her gun.
She unlocked the door and it swung open with a groan. Hermione stepped in side and automatically lights snapped on. The walls were made of rusty old metal, the floor hard cold stone. And on one of the walls a girl was chained to the wall, her head bent, thick dark hair hanging over her face. Her hands were bloody and her left ankle was twisted funny. Blood stained a white cloth that had been wrapped around her upper body and through a pair of blue jeans turning the material purple.
Hermione starred in shock. She must have made some sound or maybe it was just the lights but the girl shifted and raised her head. Hermione stared. Defiance shone in the girl's eyes until she realized who it was she was looking at. Then instead shock registered, and then hope.
"Hermione?" The girls voice was hoarse and dry.
"My god! Lavender!?"
Hermione groaned and rubbed her temples. The longer she stared at the map and more confusing the lines and names and arrows got. She stood and went to the tent sink and filled a glass with water and drank it down just as the flap open and a tall man walked in. His fiery red hair stuck to the back of her neck with sweat and his freckles were almost hidden in his sun- tanned face. A face that made her heart ache suddenly, for another face so like it she had loved. After a moment the ache was gone, pushed to the back of her heart.
"Hermione." She looked up at him worried but he had a big grin on his face.
"What is it Ron?"
"We found another hideout. Voldmort has a collection of deatheaters there, along with prisoners."
Hermione nodded. "Get everyone ready. We'll move now, quickly. He walked back out and Hermione followed and looked around. The hot sun beat down on them even through the forest trees. Their camp was large..but not as large as it could have been, Hermione thought looking dejectedly at the rebels. All that was left of Hogwarts.
She shook her head and cleared that. Most of them were the only survivors, others were wizards and witches who had refused to join Voldmort and had escaped with their lives. 700, Hermione though. Out of countless numbers of people, only 700. As she stepped out into the sun a cheer went up. She closed her eyes thinking. And I lead them.
She opened her eyes again and pushed the long braid her hair was in behind her shoulder staring around resolutely. "Friends." Her voice rose like the cry of an eagle. "We're what' left. The Defiance. The last white fire." Her eyes blazed with fury as se remembered Voldmort attacking, destroying Hogwarts, the ministry and killing so many. Remembering all the people who had betrayed them by turning to Him and her heart lusted for vengeance. "Lets show them what it's like to mess with fire." Another cheer went up and Hermione grinned. Faith will hold us through.
Wands flashed in the afternoon sun as they were drawn out and everyone apparated, arriving just beyond a two-floor cabin. A scanned behind me to make sure everyone had arrived.and arrived in one piece. She gestured for Ron and her came over.
"Are you sure this is it?" She eyed the cabin. "It looks.simple."
"Hermione, these are wizards. They could probably make what looks like a soup can into an acceptable hide out." He grinned and she returned it.
"Alrighty them. Lets move." She drew out a gun from her waist. If any deatheaters got near enough she'd shoot them before they could utter a spell.
The attack was fast.and amazing. Colored light flashed everywhere like fireworks. Hermione even heard shots ring out. Two others in the defiance had guns. A wizard who escaped from the Ministry when Voldmort took over and the part vela girl, Fluer. Hermione smiled as she saw Fluer using the black handled pistol and Fluer looked up and smiled back at her seductively her bright eyes sparkling. Hermione and Fluer had become lovers when Fluer joined with The Defiance after her family was murdered by Voldmort. Hermione saw only another glance of Fluer's shining head as more deatheaters moved in on her.
The fight was over soon. Deatheaters lay dead on the floor. Almost none of The Defiance had gone down. Hermione ran her eyes over her rebels searching to make sure al those she cared deeply for where unharmed. It was selfish, she knew, but she couldn't help it. Satisfied, she jammed the gun back into the belt in her waist and motioned Fluer over.
"Everyone ok?"
Fluer nodded smiling a bit. "We lost Jamis though." Hermione looked away. She wasn't even sure who Jamis was and that made her feel guilty. Fluer must have seen it, because she picked up Hermione's hand gently. "Many survived because of you. You're a good leader."
Hermione smiled and squeezed Fluer's hand in thanks. "Have everyone scour the whole place and free anyone the deatheaters captured." She jerked her chin towards the rebels. "They all know the drill." Fluer nodded then turned and headed to split up parties to search.
Hermione turned and looked around. The room they were in was big. A circular room with 4 doors and a long hall. One of the doors had a bolt lock with strange symbols carved into the metal. She grimaced, this might be interesting. She put her wand to the door and tried an unlocking spell. The power hid the door, and sank right in, nothing happening. She snarled and tried a stronger spell enforcing all her will for a moment. The lock smoked and sizzled for a moment then clicked open.
Hermione smirked as she walked in. "Amateurs." The room she entered was a study. A large desk of mahogany wood sat in the middle of a red-carpeted floor. Papers were spread out all over the desk. Two doors marked connecting rooms. One was open, a closet. The other was locked from the outside. The inside room was dark. Hermione moved forward drawing her gun.
She unlocked the door and it swung open with a groan. Hermione stepped in side and automatically lights snapped on. The walls were made of rusty old metal, the floor hard cold stone. And on one of the walls a girl was chained to the wall, her head bent, thick dark hair hanging over her face. Her hands were bloody and her left ankle was twisted funny. Blood stained a white cloth that had been wrapped around her upper body and through a pair of blue jeans turning the material purple.
Hermione starred in shock. She must have made some sound or maybe it was just the lights but the girl shifted and raised her head. Hermione stared. Defiance shone in the girl's eyes until she realized who it was she was looking at. Then instead shock registered, and then hope.
"Hermione?" The girls voice was hoarse and dry.
"My god! Lavender!?"