Chapter 3 to 'Death by an Angel'
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
The loneliness of the dark halls reflected her heart and soul. No one walked these once bright halls. Black. Dark. Alone.
The torch dispensed only eerie artificial light. Green and glowing, the only thing to light her way. Her footsteps sounded against the marble floor. Quick and precise, she knew exactly where she was going and exactly what she was going to do.
But a new sound met her ears. More footsteps. Only that wasn't possible. All were gone. No one was left. So who was there?
She quickened her pace afraid of what was lurking behind each shadow. Fear clogged her mind and made her turn sharply in the other direction.
No one was there. She let out a small sob. The anxiety clutched her. No one was there.
She ran. There was only one thing left to do. Only one thing left to fight for.
Wait. There was something in the hall. Something luminous moving towards her.
More footsteps confirmed her thoughts. It was a person. And it was coming fast towards her. She had to get out of there. She had to hide.
Before she moved she felt a hand clutch her thin wrist and jerk her around.
There in front of her was the man who had helped her kill her love. The one who had started the pain and death.
He raised his finger to his lips signing for her to be silent. But there was no one to hear her anyway. A tear slowly trickled down her face. He might as well kill her there. She was already dead in spirit.
Now she remembered. Those cold eyes stared down at her and slowly said,
"We need to talk."
This brought back horrible memories and strange pain.
* * * * * Flashback * * * * *
Hermione walked up the staircase and into the library. Back then she had longed for the freedom and independence of being alone in the library.
She smiled to herself and went to the back of the library. She picked up a book with a royal blue cover and gold lettering.
"Hello." Said a cold voice in her ear. An icy breath tingled her neck. She dropped the book, startled by the voice.
She turned sharply to see Draco Malfoy standing in front of her. A menacing smile plastered on his pale face.
She desperately turned and tried to run, but he gripped her wrist tightly. There was no escape.
"We need to talk."
"Let me go."
"No, you see, we really need to talk."
"Get away from me, I'm with Harry now." She said desperately.
"It'll only be a few days before the school closes and we need to talk." He said urgently.
Hermione cried out, but no one heard her. There were only 10 people left in the school. Everyone else was gone. Everyone had left after the suicides. Everyone had left after HE had come back.
"Harry won't be here longer either if you don't do something. The only reason he's still here is because you are." He said and let go of her wrist, but she didn't move.
"You're working for HIM. I know you are." Se spat.
"Listen to me. You have to get Harry out of here. Soon." He said.
But she just stared at him, trying to decide whether he was being sincere or not. After a few moments of silence, she ran straight out of the library.
Draco smiled maliciously. If he couldn't have her no one would.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hermione, we have to talk." He said.
She stared up at Draco Malfoy and said, "Nothing can make up for what you've done. To me. To Ron. To Harry." She said, her eyes flashing, "What you have done is unforgivable."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
The loneliness of the dark halls reflected her heart and soul. No one walked these once bright halls. Black. Dark. Alone.
The torch dispensed only eerie artificial light. Green and glowing, the only thing to light her way. Her footsteps sounded against the marble floor. Quick and precise, she knew exactly where she was going and exactly what she was going to do.
But a new sound met her ears. More footsteps. Only that wasn't possible. All were gone. No one was left. So who was there?
She quickened her pace afraid of what was lurking behind each shadow. Fear clogged her mind and made her turn sharply in the other direction.
No one was there. She let out a small sob. The anxiety clutched her. No one was there.
She ran. There was only one thing left to do. Only one thing left to fight for.
Wait. There was something in the hall. Something luminous moving towards her.
More footsteps confirmed her thoughts. It was a person. And it was coming fast towards her. She had to get out of there. She had to hide.
Before she moved she felt a hand clutch her thin wrist and jerk her around.
There in front of her was the man who had helped her kill her love. The one who had started the pain and death.
He raised his finger to his lips signing for her to be silent. But there was no one to hear her anyway. A tear slowly trickled down her face. He might as well kill her there. She was already dead in spirit.
Now she remembered. Those cold eyes stared down at her and slowly said,
"We need to talk."
This brought back horrible memories and strange pain.
* * * * * Flashback * * * * *
Hermione walked up the staircase and into the library. Back then she had longed for the freedom and independence of being alone in the library.
She smiled to herself and went to the back of the library. She picked up a book with a royal blue cover and gold lettering.
"Hello." Said a cold voice in her ear. An icy breath tingled her neck. She dropped the book, startled by the voice.
She turned sharply to see Draco Malfoy standing in front of her. A menacing smile plastered on his pale face.
She desperately turned and tried to run, but he gripped her wrist tightly. There was no escape.
"We need to talk."
"Let me go."
"No, you see, we really need to talk."
"Get away from me, I'm with Harry now." She said desperately.
"It'll only be a few days before the school closes and we need to talk." He said urgently.
Hermione cried out, but no one heard her. There were only 10 people left in the school. Everyone else was gone. Everyone had left after the suicides. Everyone had left after HE had come back.
"Harry won't be here longer either if you don't do something. The only reason he's still here is because you are." He said and let go of her wrist, but she didn't move.
"You're working for HIM. I know you are." Se spat.
"Listen to me. You have to get Harry out of here. Soon." He said.
But she just stared at him, trying to decide whether he was being sincere or not. After a few moments of silence, she ran straight out of the library.
Draco smiled maliciously. If he couldn't have her no one would.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hermione, we have to talk." He said.
She stared up at Draco Malfoy and said, "Nothing can make up for what you've done. To me. To Ron. To Harry." She said, her eyes flashing, "What you have done is unforgivable."
