The Unforgivables
Chapter Two~ Reflecting on Summer Break
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and characters you don't recognize. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling
Quick A/N: Can anyone explain how to use bolding, centering, and italics to me please? I have absolutely no idea how it works.
Full Summary: I admit, this story is a bit cliché, but I am trying to make it as original as possible. Hermione's parents were killed by Voldemort during the Christmas break of her fifth year. She thought it was simply because she was a muggle-born witch, but soon she finds out that there is more to her than she ever thought possible. The fate of the wizarding world rests in the hands of this very woman. Can she overcome her fears and find out what she needs to know, or will she be led down the wrong path by temptation? HG/DM
Rated R for violence and possibly a steamy scene here and there.
Hermione walked back to the Prefects Common Room, reflecting on what the Headmaster had said. How had he known about what had gone on this summer? She reached the mural of the Hogwarts Crest and slumped outside it, rubbing her temples, before standing up and performing the necessary ritual to get inside the Common Room.
She flopped down onto one of the couches, hugging a particularly cushy pillow to her chest, and feeling that she lacked the necessary strength to walk to her room, not caring how close it was. She sighed and tried to remember all that had gone on during her summer.
~*~Flashback~*~
During Christmas break of fifth year, Hermione Granger's parents had been killed by a band of rampaging Death Eaters. Seeing as she had not yet reached the adult age of 18 years, she had needed a legal guardian, and her aunt had become her legal guardian.
Although she loved all of her cousins, she had had one particular favorite, her cousin Lireal. Lireal had been an exotic looking, raven haired beauty amongst a family of blondes. She was petite, the same size as Hermione, with pale skin and violet eyes.
Hermione was also quite different from her tan, blonde family, but she looked nothing like Lireal. The only things the two shared besides height were a love of adventure and an odd sense of power that followed them everywhere they went.
During a particularly humid day, the swamp cooler had decided that it would like to blow up. Hermione and her cousin were sitting on the window seat in the kitchen, when a rather loud 'BOOM' could be heard. Crookshanks slid across the tile floor, yowling in alarm. Hermione groaned and went to check things out whilst Lireal finished painting her toenails.
She walked out into the family room and found a smoking swamp cooler lying against the wall. Her eyes widened and she groaned loudly.
"Noooo. Not today! Lireal!!! The swamp cooler's blown up!"
Lireal came flying through the kitchen door out to where Hermione was.
"WHAT?" she screeched. Hermione covered her ears due to Lireal's now unnaturally high voice. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS 'BLOWN UP'? I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU WERE GOING TO LIGHT A FAG* THAT YOU NEEDED TO MAKE SURE THE BLOODY LIGHTER WAS ALL THE WAY OUT!!!!" Hermione winced.
"I WAS NOT LIGHTING A DAMN CIGARETTE! YOU HEARD THE BOOM, SO IF ANYONE BLEW THIS BLOODY THING UP IT WAS MY SODDING CAT!" Crookshanks ran behind the sofa as Hermione gave him an awful glare. Lireal shook her head.
"Well all right then. I suppose we could go to the local pool, though the blokes there absolutely refuse to let me alone." And with that, the two were off.
Hermione did a few laps around the pool, wearing a simple black bikini, proud that she had the proper body for wearing one. The two girls had struck up a conversation, discussing out of boredom possible theories for why men were so attracted to a woman's breasts.
Then, out of the blue, men had started swarming over to the girls, pushing Hermione aside to get to Lireal. One shoved her out of the way with enough strength to knock her into the side of the pool. She put on her sourest expression and swam to the opposite side, glaring at the water.
After glaring at the water for a bit, it had begun to churn. Fascinated, she kept glaring at it, recalling every bad thing that had happened to her in her life. She poured her anger into the pool; completely lost in a world of her own, oblivious to the rather large waves beginning to appear in the water.
The waves in the pool kept on growing, beginning to toss people around, and into the walls of the pool. She was completely oblivious to the goings on of the water, and kept her gaze focused on it. The sun's reflection was beginning to hurt her eyes, and she tried to look away but found herself unable.
It was as if the water had some kind of power over her. She heard screams that sounded almost as if they were coming from miles away, and her eyes drunk in the large waves of the pool, saw how it was now empty of the crowd that had occupied it merely a few minutes ago. Her brain finally realized what she was doing, and her eyes widened.
She moved her hands in front of her face and tilted her head towards the sky, careful to avoid looking at the pool.
She began searching for her cousin. She found her a fair distance from the pool, which was now half empty of its water. Lireal had a large gash on the side of her head, her lips were blue, violet eyes glazed.
"No," she sobbed, cradling Lireal's head in her lap. "No...."
Almost as if she had been burnt, she dropped her cousin's head and sprinted in the direction of Granger Manor, on the edge of the Red Forest. She burst through the front door, and ran into the kitchen, panting for breath.
She grabbed a knife off the counter and ran out the back door, and deep into the red forest until her legs gave way beneath her. She took the knife, regretting for an instant what she was about to do, and made numerous deep incisions on her wrists. She sighed blissfully as darkness took hold of her.
She woke up in Saint Mungoes Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. (I think that's what its called.) Apparently someone had found her in the forest and brought her there, though she whom it was, she did not know.
~*~End of Flashback~*~
As long as she could remember, she had had an odd fascination with water, and was able to hold her breath for an extremely long time, and swim faster than the other children she knew. But even so, what Albus Dumbledore had just told her had been so unbelievable, that until now it hadn't fully hit her.
The reason Voldemort had killed her parents was because he hadn't known she was adopted, though neither had she. Her birth mother had held power over the element of water, and as Hermione was her child, she could control it also. The problem was, she hadn't known that her mothers family had worked with Salazar Slytherin to create the Unforgivable curses, which members of her family would be able to perform with ease.
She hadn't known that her mother was Astarael Atkins, the most notorious witch of her day, so ruthless that they had wiped her out of books on Dark Wizards, so evil that she was not even referred to as She-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named. Wizards just completely stopped talking of her at all. Very few even remembered that she had existed, yet her mark on the world would forever remain.
And now that she had died, Hermione was to take over her estate.
Well, how was it? Come on, tell me. The next chapter will mostly be about Astarael and her history, which I hope you will find interesting. If you would like me to email you when I update, tell me so and leave your email address. Thanx for reading.
THANK YOU TO MY REVIEWERS:
PsychoticNetJunkie: The first chapter may have been confusing. Hermione is in her sixth year and Colin is in his fifth. They are both prefects, but now that I've read the fifth book I really should choose another prefect from Hermione's year, but cannot be bothered to do so. Glad you liked my story. By the way, I love your pen name.
Lil Rain Angel: Wow, this was the first HP fic you've ever read? Well, I'm happy that you enjoyed my story.
DemonBlade: Thanx. I like your pen name too.
Manuela: Thank you. I will fix the translation.
Shocker: Sorry about the cliffhanger. But I've updated now, haven't I?
Lovely Little Muse: Thank you much.
Me: Nope I didn't get it from Venezuela. I think in kindergarten I knew someone with that last name so when I was desperate I put it in there.
Probirdcall: Glad you liked it.
Jenny: I know her hair is really long, but I've always fantasized about having my hair that length, so since this is fanfiction I decided to give her long hair. * sigh * Back on the farm, I'm glad you like the way my story is going, and that you like the plot.
Gypsy: I will put less A/N's in the future. But sometimes I just can't help myself...
Rebel: Well I guess I blew it then, because it took me awhile to update. But I am going to update every other week from now on, until school starts up. I loved your review by the way, and I'm happy that you liked my first chapter.
Now I am exhausted from having to put thank you in 11 different ways, but please! Review! It makes me soooo much happier.
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Chapter Two~ Reflecting on Summer Break
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and characters you don't recognize. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling
Quick A/N: Can anyone explain how to use bolding, centering, and italics to me please? I have absolutely no idea how it works.
Full Summary: I admit, this story is a bit cliché, but I am trying to make it as original as possible. Hermione's parents were killed by Voldemort during the Christmas break of her fifth year. She thought it was simply because she was a muggle-born witch, but soon she finds out that there is more to her than she ever thought possible. The fate of the wizarding world rests in the hands of this very woman. Can she overcome her fears and find out what she needs to know, or will she be led down the wrong path by temptation? HG/DM
Rated R for violence and possibly a steamy scene here and there.
Hermione walked back to the Prefects Common Room, reflecting on what the Headmaster had said. How had he known about what had gone on this summer? She reached the mural of the Hogwarts Crest and slumped outside it, rubbing her temples, before standing up and performing the necessary ritual to get inside the Common Room.
She flopped down onto one of the couches, hugging a particularly cushy pillow to her chest, and feeling that she lacked the necessary strength to walk to her room, not caring how close it was. She sighed and tried to remember all that had gone on during her summer.
~*~Flashback~*~
During Christmas break of fifth year, Hermione Granger's parents had been killed by a band of rampaging Death Eaters. Seeing as she had not yet reached the adult age of 18 years, she had needed a legal guardian, and her aunt had become her legal guardian.
Although she loved all of her cousins, she had had one particular favorite, her cousin Lireal. Lireal had been an exotic looking, raven haired beauty amongst a family of blondes. She was petite, the same size as Hermione, with pale skin and violet eyes.
Hermione was also quite different from her tan, blonde family, but she looked nothing like Lireal. The only things the two shared besides height were a love of adventure and an odd sense of power that followed them everywhere they went.
During a particularly humid day, the swamp cooler had decided that it would like to blow up. Hermione and her cousin were sitting on the window seat in the kitchen, when a rather loud 'BOOM' could be heard. Crookshanks slid across the tile floor, yowling in alarm. Hermione groaned and went to check things out whilst Lireal finished painting her toenails.
She walked out into the family room and found a smoking swamp cooler lying against the wall. Her eyes widened and she groaned loudly.
"Noooo. Not today! Lireal!!! The swamp cooler's blown up!"
Lireal came flying through the kitchen door out to where Hermione was.
"WHAT?" she screeched. Hermione covered her ears due to Lireal's now unnaturally high voice. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS 'BLOWN UP'? I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU WERE GOING TO LIGHT A FAG* THAT YOU NEEDED TO MAKE SURE THE BLOODY LIGHTER WAS ALL THE WAY OUT!!!!" Hermione winced.
"I WAS NOT LIGHTING A DAMN CIGARETTE! YOU HEARD THE BOOM, SO IF ANYONE BLEW THIS BLOODY THING UP IT WAS MY SODDING CAT!" Crookshanks ran behind the sofa as Hermione gave him an awful glare. Lireal shook her head.
"Well all right then. I suppose we could go to the local pool, though the blokes there absolutely refuse to let me alone." And with that, the two were off.
Hermione did a few laps around the pool, wearing a simple black bikini, proud that she had the proper body for wearing one. The two girls had struck up a conversation, discussing out of boredom possible theories for why men were so attracted to a woman's breasts.
Then, out of the blue, men had started swarming over to the girls, pushing Hermione aside to get to Lireal. One shoved her out of the way with enough strength to knock her into the side of the pool. She put on her sourest expression and swam to the opposite side, glaring at the water.
After glaring at the water for a bit, it had begun to churn. Fascinated, she kept glaring at it, recalling every bad thing that had happened to her in her life. She poured her anger into the pool; completely lost in a world of her own, oblivious to the rather large waves beginning to appear in the water.
The waves in the pool kept on growing, beginning to toss people around, and into the walls of the pool. She was completely oblivious to the goings on of the water, and kept her gaze focused on it. The sun's reflection was beginning to hurt her eyes, and she tried to look away but found herself unable.
It was as if the water had some kind of power over her. She heard screams that sounded almost as if they were coming from miles away, and her eyes drunk in the large waves of the pool, saw how it was now empty of the crowd that had occupied it merely a few minutes ago. Her brain finally realized what she was doing, and her eyes widened.
She moved her hands in front of her face and tilted her head towards the sky, careful to avoid looking at the pool.
She began searching for her cousin. She found her a fair distance from the pool, which was now half empty of its water. Lireal had a large gash on the side of her head, her lips were blue, violet eyes glazed.
"No," she sobbed, cradling Lireal's head in her lap. "No...."
Almost as if she had been burnt, she dropped her cousin's head and sprinted in the direction of Granger Manor, on the edge of the Red Forest. She burst through the front door, and ran into the kitchen, panting for breath.
She grabbed a knife off the counter and ran out the back door, and deep into the red forest until her legs gave way beneath her. She took the knife, regretting for an instant what she was about to do, and made numerous deep incisions on her wrists. She sighed blissfully as darkness took hold of her.
She woke up in Saint Mungoes Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. (I think that's what its called.) Apparently someone had found her in the forest and brought her there, though she whom it was, she did not know.
~*~End of Flashback~*~
As long as she could remember, she had had an odd fascination with water, and was able to hold her breath for an extremely long time, and swim faster than the other children she knew. But even so, what Albus Dumbledore had just told her had been so unbelievable, that until now it hadn't fully hit her.
The reason Voldemort had killed her parents was because he hadn't known she was adopted, though neither had she. Her birth mother had held power over the element of water, and as Hermione was her child, she could control it also. The problem was, she hadn't known that her mothers family had worked with Salazar Slytherin to create the Unforgivable curses, which members of her family would be able to perform with ease.
She hadn't known that her mother was Astarael Atkins, the most notorious witch of her day, so ruthless that they had wiped her out of books on Dark Wizards, so evil that she was not even referred to as She-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named. Wizards just completely stopped talking of her at all. Very few even remembered that she had existed, yet her mark on the world would forever remain.
And now that she had died, Hermione was to take over her estate.
Well, how was it? Come on, tell me. The next chapter will mostly be about Astarael and her history, which I hope you will find interesting. If you would like me to email you when I update, tell me so and leave your email address. Thanx for reading.
THANK YOU TO MY REVIEWERS:
PsychoticNetJunkie: The first chapter may have been confusing. Hermione is in her sixth year and Colin is in his fifth. They are both prefects, but now that I've read the fifth book I really should choose another prefect from Hermione's year, but cannot be bothered to do so. Glad you liked my story. By the way, I love your pen name.
Lil Rain Angel: Wow, this was the first HP fic you've ever read? Well, I'm happy that you enjoyed my story.
DemonBlade: Thanx. I like your pen name too.
Manuela: Thank you. I will fix the translation.
Shocker: Sorry about the cliffhanger. But I've updated now, haven't I?
Lovely Little Muse: Thank you much.
Me: Nope I didn't get it from Venezuela. I think in kindergarten I knew someone with that last name so when I was desperate I put it in there.
Probirdcall: Glad you liked it.
Jenny: I know her hair is really long, but I've always fantasized about having my hair that length, so since this is fanfiction I decided to give her long hair. * sigh * Back on the farm, I'm glad you like the way my story is going, and that you like the plot.
Gypsy: I will put less A/N's in the future. But sometimes I just can't help myself...
Rebel: Well I guess I blew it then, because it took me awhile to update. But I am going to update every other week from now on, until school starts up. I loved your review by the way, and I'm happy that you liked my first chapter.
Now I am exhausted from having to put thank you in 11 different ways, but please! Review! It makes me soooo much happier.
NOTE: THE 15th PERSON TO REVIEW WILL BE MADE A CHARACTER IN MY STORY! THEY MAY NOT HAVE A HUGE PART BUT THEY WILL BE THERE. SO IF YOU THINK YOU ARE THE 15TH REVIEWER THEN LEAVE A NAME FOR YOURSELF, AND DESCRIBE WHAT YOU WANT TO LOOK LIKE.
*Lighting a fag does not mean lighting a homosexual man on fire. Lighting a fag can also mean lighting a cigarette. I.e. the phrase 'I fancy a fag' does not necessarily mean that you fancy a gay man.
CLICK THAT LITTLE BLUE BUTTON DOWN THERE NOW THAT SAYS SUBMIT REVIEW, THEN HIT GO!
^_^
~*~FreAkOnALeaSh~*~