Visions of the End
~Prologue~
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters J.K. Rowling owns them!! I do own Clarissa Welch though!!!! :p
A/N: The next chapter will start at the beginning of the year.
Summary: Based in 6th year. Voldermont is planing revolution, and the trio, (Hermione, Harry, and Ron) take it upon themselves to find a way to stop him, with the help of Clarissa Welch. Clarissa is the Hufflepuff perfect, the keeper and the captain on her Quidditch team, and a seer. When all else fails, they turn to Draco for information on uprising of Voldermont. That is were the story takes off.
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The crying of her friend was all she could hear in the dark dungeon, and the shackles were not helping the fact that she couldn't help her helpless friend. The air filled with death made it harder for her to speak. {This is the end, it is all over for me,} she thought as she heard the quiet sobering of her friend.
"It will be okay Hermione I promise, I won't let anything happen to you," was all she could manage to say. It's seemed like years since they've seen light but it has only been a couple of days. The darkness was getting to her and she could no longer support her friend for she too was feeling that no one would come to save them.
Suddenly, the door sung open, she hoped that it was the person she was waiting for, some one to save them. Her dreams were shattered when she saw a tall figure with long blondish-white hair with cold steel gray eyes in the doorway, with an evil smirk on his face.
Hermione mustered up all the confidence she had in her, which wasn't much. "Haven't you done enough for one day!"
"Of course not, you filthy mudblood. Poor little mudblood, your Gryffindor ways have gotten the best of you and now you have to pay. Maybe you should follow the ways of the pathetic Hufflepuff beside you. Crucio! " She could see the fear in Hermione's eyes and was sure that he could too. Before she knew it, Hermione was screaming at the top of her lungs, limbs twisting in ways that her joints wouldn't allow. "Clarissa, Help me," Hermione screamed in vain, knowing that no one could save her from the pain.
"That's what you get for turning my son into a weak, mudblood lover, he IS the Dark Lord's heir and look what you've done to him," He yelled over Hermione's screaming. His eyes were cold and there was no emotion to be found in them, but his smirk said everything: cold, uncaring, evil, {How could This be Draco's father. Draco is not like this! He will never be Voldermont's heir he's better then that!} That was the last straw for Clarissa, why should Hermione suffer for something that she didn't do, she didn't change Draco, he merely grew up out of the idiotic ways of the Death- eaters.
She too mustered anything she had in her: rage, courage, and stubbornness, anything she could find in herself "Then you should punish me too," she screamed. The curse was lifted off of Hermione and the screaming stopped. The two pairs of widen eyes focused on Clarissa and before anyone could say anything she continued from where she was cut off, "That's right you heard me, punish me too! I would have thought that your stupid pawn would have told you what he saw the night he kidnapped me, I was in the bed with Draco, did you hear me with Draco, YOUR son! Draco will never be the heir to Voldermont. He will defeat Voldermont along with Potter and Weasley. So if Hermione should get punished then so should I!" She regretted saying anything at that moment, she didn't know what was worse, the anger she saw in Lucius' eyes or the hurt and betrayed ones that came from Hermione. "This should prove interesting," Lucius said coolly, once again with his trademark smirk on his pale face.
"You stupid little whore! I thought you were my friend!" Hermione yelled. She went for Clarissa but was restrained by the shackles much to Clarissa's relief, but it was quickly replaced with pain. The dimly light hallways were now echoing the screams of Clarissa. Her joints were twisting and popping out of place and the shackles were not helping her. After 3 agonizing minutes the curse was lifted and Lucius walked out of the dungeon leaving two girls both horrified of what was yet to come. Once again the air was filled with death, and the dungeon echoed with the crying of her friend.
" How...Why...When..." was all Hermione said before she began she cry again.
"I'm sorry 'Mione, I really am I didn't mean for it to get as for as it did..."
Hermione stifled back some tears "Do you love him?"
"I...I think I do."
"Does he love you?" That question played over and over again in her mind {Does he love me? Does he love me?} She couldn't answer. She wasn't sure, he never said it to her but she was sure that he was, she could see it in his eyes before they would kiss, those beautiful blue eyes that could make her feel as if nothing would ever harm her. She felt safe with him even though she knew the consequences for a mudblood to fall in love with Draco Malfoy. She mentally slapped herself for thinking about him like that when her friend was in need of her help. Of course she wasn't going to say that he loved her to his girlfriend, Hermione was sad enough as it is, she wouldn't burden her with that, so she did what anyone else will do, she lied. " I don't know if he loves me, I doubt that he would."
"Do you think they will come to save us," Hermione inquired in a whisper
"I'm sure of it. They will come, they will come." Clarissa tried to sound as if she was sure of it, but she was sure she failed. The room went silent, which gave time for Clarissa to think about what had just happened and what they will face. She tilted her head back against the wall and stared up at the ceiling. The year was flashing before her eyes, all of her memories, good and bad. A tear ran down her cheek, for she knew this would be the end of her. Turning to Hermione she whispered, "They will come," as if she was trying to reassure Hermione but she was really trying to reassure herself. "They will come, I promise."
TBC************
A/N: O I hoped that you liked that. This story has been in my head for like a month so I just decided to write I hope that you will review I think I did pretty well. The next chapter will get into the story I promise I just need time to think about it okay thanks for reading!!!!
~Prologue~
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters J.K. Rowling owns them!! I do own Clarissa Welch though!!!! :p
A/N: The next chapter will start at the beginning of the year.
Summary: Based in 6th year. Voldermont is planing revolution, and the trio, (Hermione, Harry, and Ron) take it upon themselves to find a way to stop him, with the help of Clarissa Welch. Clarissa is the Hufflepuff perfect, the keeper and the captain on her Quidditch team, and a seer. When all else fails, they turn to Draco for information on uprising of Voldermont. That is were the story takes off.
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The crying of her friend was all she could hear in the dark dungeon, and the shackles were not helping the fact that she couldn't help her helpless friend. The air filled with death made it harder for her to speak. {This is the end, it is all over for me,} she thought as she heard the quiet sobering of her friend.
"It will be okay Hermione I promise, I won't let anything happen to you," was all she could manage to say. It's seemed like years since they've seen light but it has only been a couple of days. The darkness was getting to her and she could no longer support her friend for she too was feeling that no one would come to save them.
Suddenly, the door sung open, she hoped that it was the person she was waiting for, some one to save them. Her dreams were shattered when she saw a tall figure with long blondish-white hair with cold steel gray eyes in the doorway, with an evil smirk on his face.
Hermione mustered up all the confidence she had in her, which wasn't much. "Haven't you done enough for one day!"
"Of course not, you filthy mudblood. Poor little mudblood, your Gryffindor ways have gotten the best of you and now you have to pay. Maybe you should follow the ways of the pathetic Hufflepuff beside you. Crucio! " She could see the fear in Hermione's eyes and was sure that he could too. Before she knew it, Hermione was screaming at the top of her lungs, limbs twisting in ways that her joints wouldn't allow. "Clarissa, Help me," Hermione screamed in vain, knowing that no one could save her from the pain.
"That's what you get for turning my son into a weak, mudblood lover, he IS the Dark Lord's heir and look what you've done to him," He yelled over Hermione's screaming. His eyes were cold and there was no emotion to be found in them, but his smirk said everything: cold, uncaring, evil, {How could This be Draco's father. Draco is not like this! He will never be Voldermont's heir he's better then that!} That was the last straw for Clarissa, why should Hermione suffer for something that she didn't do, she didn't change Draco, he merely grew up out of the idiotic ways of the Death- eaters.
She too mustered anything she had in her: rage, courage, and stubbornness, anything she could find in herself "Then you should punish me too," she screamed. The curse was lifted off of Hermione and the screaming stopped. The two pairs of widen eyes focused on Clarissa and before anyone could say anything she continued from where she was cut off, "That's right you heard me, punish me too! I would have thought that your stupid pawn would have told you what he saw the night he kidnapped me, I was in the bed with Draco, did you hear me with Draco, YOUR son! Draco will never be the heir to Voldermont. He will defeat Voldermont along with Potter and Weasley. So if Hermione should get punished then so should I!" She regretted saying anything at that moment, she didn't know what was worse, the anger she saw in Lucius' eyes or the hurt and betrayed ones that came from Hermione. "This should prove interesting," Lucius said coolly, once again with his trademark smirk on his pale face.
"You stupid little whore! I thought you were my friend!" Hermione yelled. She went for Clarissa but was restrained by the shackles much to Clarissa's relief, but it was quickly replaced with pain. The dimly light hallways were now echoing the screams of Clarissa. Her joints were twisting and popping out of place and the shackles were not helping her. After 3 agonizing minutes the curse was lifted and Lucius walked out of the dungeon leaving two girls both horrified of what was yet to come. Once again the air was filled with death, and the dungeon echoed with the crying of her friend.
" How...Why...When..." was all Hermione said before she began she cry again.
"I'm sorry 'Mione, I really am I didn't mean for it to get as for as it did..."
Hermione stifled back some tears "Do you love him?"
"I...I think I do."
"Does he love you?" That question played over and over again in her mind {Does he love me? Does he love me?} She couldn't answer. She wasn't sure, he never said it to her but she was sure that he was, she could see it in his eyes before they would kiss, those beautiful blue eyes that could make her feel as if nothing would ever harm her. She felt safe with him even though she knew the consequences for a mudblood to fall in love with Draco Malfoy. She mentally slapped herself for thinking about him like that when her friend was in need of her help. Of course she wasn't going to say that he loved her to his girlfriend, Hermione was sad enough as it is, she wouldn't burden her with that, so she did what anyone else will do, she lied. " I don't know if he loves me, I doubt that he would."
"Do you think they will come to save us," Hermione inquired in a whisper
"I'm sure of it. They will come, they will come." Clarissa tried to sound as if she was sure of it, but she was sure she failed. The room went silent, which gave time for Clarissa to think about what had just happened and what they will face. She tilted her head back against the wall and stared up at the ceiling. The year was flashing before her eyes, all of her memories, good and bad. A tear ran down her cheek, for she knew this would be the end of her. Turning to Hermione she whispered, "They will come," as if she was trying to reassure Hermione but she was really trying to reassure herself. "They will come, I promise."
TBC************
A/N: O I hoped that you liked that. This story has been in my head for like a month so I just decided to write I hope that you will review I think I did pretty well. The next chapter will get into the story I promise I just need time to think about it okay thanks for reading!!!!
