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Hope you are enjoying this story as me and my friend are writing it. Hehehe.
*Previously on the Birth of the Destroyer
As soon as she was at arms length I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her softly on her soft tender lips... The black creature raised a long knife over his head and brought it down to stab her... I felt an evil presence surround her. It sent a shiver down my spine.. He was lying on his back and I could barely make eye contact because I was lying face down on him...."Sheesh Granger, I should've known you liked it on top." Malfoy cooed... Granger looked at me in shock. 'Why can I hear his thoughts.' She said to herself.... Then I halted the broom and Granger lost her grip and slipped off the broom... A voice then repeatedly said in a descending voice. "Soon it shall be...Soon it shall be.."
Birth of the Destroyer part 3
Mysterious Room
As soon as I halted the broom, Granger suddenly slipped off. I reached out and grabbed her hand before she fell. My heart was pounding fast because of the fear of her falling. I tried to pull her up but her hand was sweating. She looked into my eyes, all confused and scared. She looked down, as my hand was loosing grip from hers.
"Give me your other hand." I shouted. I knew she had to get control over herself or she would fall. I then lost her grip of her hand and she let out a cry. "Shit" I swore under my breath. I gripped the broom and I sped down towards Granger. I parked just below her and caught her in the nick of time. She looked up at me still in a daze in her ordeal. I slowly directed the broom down to the ground. I placed her on the ground and looked down at her face. She was so pale and uncoordinated.
"Granger" I said. Her eyes just darted around everywhere, not really focusing in on anything. "Granger" I tried again. It didn't work. "Hermione" I said. This time I got a response but she turned away again. "Hermione look at me. Are you all right?" I asked concerned that she wasn't snapping out of her state. She looked at me and slowly nodded.
"What's going on here?" Someone asked behind me. I stood up immediately and turned around. I saw Weasley and Potter standing there.
They looked at me then they looked down to Hermione. They gasped in shock and turned back at me. Weasley was going as red as his hair while Potter was just staring at me in amazement.
"What did you do Malfoy?" Potter asked with venom in his voice.
Before I could explain. Weasly's fist made contact with my face. I stumbled back a bit, shocked of the sudden numbness in my jaw. I tried moving it but stopped when pain erupted around my mouth.
Weasley then took another shot. I saw it coming, I moved out of he way but I wasn't fast enough. I was hit in the cheek.
I could taste a copper in my mouth. I lifted my hand to my mouth and touched the corner of my lips with my fingertips. I looked down at my fingertips and saw blood surrounding it. I felt anger building up in me. I wanted to hit him, but for some reason I couldn't. I thought for some reason that I would be betraying Hermione's trust.
"Oie what's going on here?" Professor Hagrid shouted with his thick accent.
Potter and Weasley stood up straight.
"Malfoy here, did something to Hermione." Weasley said pointing at me.
Professor Hagrid looked at me.
"Professor, I didn't do anything."
"Yeah and why is that hard to believe?" Sneered Potter.
I looked at him in hatred. "I have nothing to prove to you." I then looked at the Professor. " I was teaching Granger how to fly when she accidentally fell off the broom. I saved her before she fell to the ground."
"What was Hermione asking you for help? You probably forced her and cursed the broom." Weasley shouted.
"Shut up Weasl. I wasn't asking for your thoughts." I sneered.
"That's enough you two. Harry, Ron. Take Hermione to the Hospital Wing." Professor Hagrid said.
Potter went up to Hermione and did a spell to levitate her. Weasley gave me a dirty look and went to follow Potter.
()()()()() Hermione ()()()()()
I was still in a sub conscious state of mind when I was taken away by Harry and Ron. They started mumbling words, which I had to take time to analyze and understand. I didn't want to move my mouth or anything for that matter.
They took me to the hospital wing where I was taken care of. I missed all my classes and lyed in a foreign hospital bed, staring at the ceiling of the plain white colour coated room. Thinking of nothing, I couldn't even hear Malfoy's thoughts. I heard the clock going second by second...tick..tock. .tick..tock. Minutes and hours past away. I would usually study my butt off too excel in class but I just couldn't do it anymore. I finally thought to myself, I'm tired of all the work I do and for what. Me being known as Miss Know-it-all. I think the fall really helped me question myself. 'What am I doing here?'
Narrator: As Hermione questions her actions, she would have never known she was falling deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole. Tumbling and tumbling down like Alice, never to surface the light again... unless.
()()()()() Draco ()()()()()
The nurse ran past me and stopped to talk to Professor Dumbledor. She started mumbling then I heard her say "Hermione," I stayed close to the conversation to understand what was going on. The nurse started to freak out and shouted out ".she's gone!"
I couldn't believe what I over heard, I thought I would be the first to know if anything happen as the potion should be still working, but it must have worn off already.
I quickly went to Professor Dumbledore.
"What do you mean she gone?" I asked. Fear growing in me.
"Mr Malfoy, I do suggest you to leave this up to us. We can take care of it." Dumbledore said calmly.
"But what do you mean she is gone?"
Dumbldore sighed. "She isn't in her room, but I don't see how that is possible. Madam Pomfey didn't see her go out of her room as she was just outside but the window next to her bed was open."
"The window?" but why. I ran into the room Hermione once was, finding nothing but the window she supposable escaped from with the curtains fluttering about through the cool breeze that entered the room.
()()()()() Hermione ()()()()()
The sun settled and shone through the transparent window in the hospital wing. Soon after the bright orange sun disappeared from the sky, a dark cloth replaced it. The darkness daunted the skies, as creatures of the night sprang into action.
Uncontrollable dark forces rule the terror of the night. I feel an even greater evil lurking in the dark, eyeing me. Compelling me to move towards the window as if there was something I had to look for but what? I felt like a puppet controlled by someone or something that could overpower me easily.
I walked forwards in front an opaque translucent film that some what seems like a portal. You could barely see what was on the other side but I made out the outline that seems like the interior of a dark room. As curiosity bewildered my mind, I moved forwards and stretched out my hand. My fingers reached the fluctative surface. as soon as this reaction occurred a chained reaction followed.
It felt cold and wet. I stuck my whole hand in and took it back out again. I was relieved that my hand was still in tacked. I took a deep breath and put my hand in again but this time, instead of taking my hand back, I stepped forward into the portal. I felt a rush through my body. My heart pounded hard upon my chest. Afraid of what was on the other side, but also curious of what I will find.
I stepped into a small room, decorated in strange ornaments, the only source of light was from the moon and stars of the night that glistened through cracks that made up a window, I twisted around to face the portal I came from. As it came to my attention it was a fancy, body length, antique mirror brimmed with golden paint, and images of engraved angels graced the mirror. It never occurred me how I was going to get out as I was so enchanted with the room, I didn't want to leave.
I was captivated by the essence of the room, I happen to ponder on the details of the open space. I came across an old battered bookstand with a book lay out on it. The hard cover of the book was black with words embroided gold. I placed my hand on the book to feel the lettering. One by one, the letters were made out by the senses of my fingertips. 'L-E N-O-I-R L-I-V-R-E' in Italics.
"Le Noir Livre" flowed through my mouth as easy as counting 1,2,3. The book, which was locked, opened as if it was on command. The book was blank. It made no sense but I was compelled to put my hand on a blank page as if it was logical. A sensation filled every sense of my body rushing through. Dynamic force arose in the room, which ejected me onto the floor. I look up in shock, I saw myself in a paralyzed trance in the exact position I was in 10 seconds ago. 'What's happening?' I looked at myself again, I was translucent. I kept on thinking. 'I knew I should have listened to Mrs. Weasley as she said not to trust books, which have a mind of their own. God please let this be just a dream.'
Out of no where, a mysterious masculine voice erupted throughout the room as the echo bounced from wall to wall. "This is no dream. The time will come soon. You are destined to be one of use."
"What do you mean? Destined to be what? I'm just a muggle with a little knowledge of magic!"
"You are no muggle, my dear Hermione."
"Yes I am. My parents are both muggles."
"Your adopted parents, yes. You are no different from Harry Potter."
"What?!"
"You are destined to do big and better things?"
"Wait! Go back to my parents. Who are they, where are they?"
"No use asking, they aren't here. They were once the most powerful but unfortunately murdered by the closest."
"Who?"
"Your closest."
"Ron...Harry?"
"Indeed."
"No way, you're lying. Harry wasn't even born then."
"No, but his parents were. It's in the family."
"No, I'm not listening! I don't believe it!"
"Your choice. But it's destined for you and Harry to be rivals. Look how pathetic you are now, hanging around him, being his sidekick. Do you really think, you're a help to him. He just thinks you're a nuisance, just as his parents think of yours!"
My surroundings changed into a time warp. I saw unclear images of what I suspect were my parents happy and in love then they're expressions changed. They were mortified, scared and terrorized.
"No it's enough!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "It's enough!" I said again. My mind was bombarded with thoughts and images. "No more...please?" I pleaded, breaking into tears. I didn't know what to think any more. Who are my friends? Would Harry turn against me? Who were my parents? And above all who am I? I feel alone. All alone.
# What will Hermione do? The people that she thought that were her parents aren't, Presumably Harry's parent's killed her parents. She has no one to turn to or so she thinks....
Hope you are enjoying this story as me and my friend are writing it. Hehehe.
*Previously on the Birth of the Destroyer
As soon as she was at arms length I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her softly on her soft tender lips... The black creature raised a long knife over his head and brought it down to stab her... I felt an evil presence surround her. It sent a shiver down my spine.. He was lying on his back and I could barely make eye contact because I was lying face down on him...."Sheesh Granger, I should've known you liked it on top." Malfoy cooed... Granger looked at me in shock. 'Why can I hear his thoughts.' She said to herself.... Then I halted the broom and Granger lost her grip and slipped off the broom... A voice then repeatedly said in a descending voice. "Soon it shall be...Soon it shall be.."
Birth of the Destroyer part 3
Mysterious Room
As soon as I halted the broom, Granger suddenly slipped off. I reached out and grabbed her hand before she fell. My heart was pounding fast because of the fear of her falling. I tried to pull her up but her hand was sweating. She looked into my eyes, all confused and scared. She looked down, as my hand was loosing grip from hers.
"Give me your other hand." I shouted. I knew she had to get control over herself or she would fall. I then lost her grip of her hand and she let out a cry. "Shit" I swore under my breath. I gripped the broom and I sped down towards Granger. I parked just below her and caught her in the nick of time. She looked up at me still in a daze in her ordeal. I slowly directed the broom down to the ground. I placed her on the ground and looked down at her face. She was so pale and uncoordinated.
"Granger" I said. Her eyes just darted around everywhere, not really focusing in on anything. "Granger" I tried again. It didn't work. "Hermione" I said. This time I got a response but she turned away again. "Hermione look at me. Are you all right?" I asked concerned that she wasn't snapping out of her state. She looked at me and slowly nodded.
"What's going on here?" Someone asked behind me. I stood up immediately and turned around. I saw Weasley and Potter standing there.
They looked at me then they looked down to Hermione. They gasped in shock and turned back at me. Weasley was going as red as his hair while Potter was just staring at me in amazement.
"What did you do Malfoy?" Potter asked with venom in his voice.
Before I could explain. Weasly's fist made contact with my face. I stumbled back a bit, shocked of the sudden numbness in my jaw. I tried moving it but stopped when pain erupted around my mouth.
Weasley then took another shot. I saw it coming, I moved out of he way but I wasn't fast enough. I was hit in the cheek.
I could taste a copper in my mouth. I lifted my hand to my mouth and touched the corner of my lips with my fingertips. I looked down at my fingertips and saw blood surrounding it. I felt anger building up in me. I wanted to hit him, but for some reason I couldn't. I thought for some reason that I would be betraying Hermione's trust.
"Oie what's going on here?" Professor Hagrid shouted with his thick accent.
Potter and Weasley stood up straight.
"Malfoy here, did something to Hermione." Weasley said pointing at me.
Professor Hagrid looked at me.
"Professor, I didn't do anything."
"Yeah and why is that hard to believe?" Sneered Potter.
I looked at him in hatred. "I have nothing to prove to you." I then looked at the Professor. " I was teaching Granger how to fly when she accidentally fell off the broom. I saved her before she fell to the ground."
"What was Hermione asking you for help? You probably forced her and cursed the broom." Weasley shouted.
"Shut up Weasl. I wasn't asking for your thoughts." I sneered.
"That's enough you two. Harry, Ron. Take Hermione to the Hospital Wing." Professor Hagrid said.
Potter went up to Hermione and did a spell to levitate her. Weasley gave me a dirty look and went to follow Potter.
()()()()() Hermione ()()()()()
I was still in a sub conscious state of mind when I was taken away by Harry and Ron. They started mumbling words, which I had to take time to analyze and understand. I didn't want to move my mouth or anything for that matter.
They took me to the hospital wing where I was taken care of. I missed all my classes and lyed in a foreign hospital bed, staring at the ceiling of the plain white colour coated room. Thinking of nothing, I couldn't even hear Malfoy's thoughts. I heard the clock going second by second...tick..tock. .tick..tock. Minutes and hours past away. I would usually study my butt off too excel in class but I just couldn't do it anymore. I finally thought to myself, I'm tired of all the work I do and for what. Me being known as Miss Know-it-all. I think the fall really helped me question myself. 'What am I doing here?'
Narrator: As Hermione questions her actions, she would have never known she was falling deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole. Tumbling and tumbling down like Alice, never to surface the light again... unless.
()()()()() Draco ()()()()()
The nurse ran past me and stopped to talk to Professor Dumbledor. She started mumbling then I heard her say "Hermione," I stayed close to the conversation to understand what was going on. The nurse started to freak out and shouted out ".she's gone!"
I couldn't believe what I over heard, I thought I would be the first to know if anything happen as the potion should be still working, but it must have worn off already.
I quickly went to Professor Dumbledore.
"What do you mean she gone?" I asked. Fear growing in me.
"Mr Malfoy, I do suggest you to leave this up to us. We can take care of it." Dumbledore said calmly.
"But what do you mean she is gone?"
Dumbldore sighed. "She isn't in her room, but I don't see how that is possible. Madam Pomfey didn't see her go out of her room as she was just outside but the window next to her bed was open."
"The window?" but why. I ran into the room Hermione once was, finding nothing but the window she supposable escaped from with the curtains fluttering about through the cool breeze that entered the room.
()()()()() Hermione ()()()()()
The sun settled and shone through the transparent window in the hospital wing. Soon after the bright orange sun disappeared from the sky, a dark cloth replaced it. The darkness daunted the skies, as creatures of the night sprang into action.
Uncontrollable dark forces rule the terror of the night. I feel an even greater evil lurking in the dark, eyeing me. Compelling me to move towards the window as if there was something I had to look for but what? I felt like a puppet controlled by someone or something that could overpower me easily.
I walked forwards in front an opaque translucent film that some what seems like a portal. You could barely see what was on the other side but I made out the outline that seems like the interior of a dark room. As curiosity bewildered my mind, I moved forwards and stretched out my hand. My fingers reached the fluctative surface. as soon as this reaction occurred a chained reaction followed.
It felt cold and wet. I stuck my whole hand in and took it back out again. I was relieved that my hand was still in tacked. I took a deep breath and put my hand in again but this time, instead of taking my hand back, I stepped forward into the portal. I felt a rush through my body. My heart pounded hard upon my chest. Afraid of what was on the other side, but also curious of what I will find.
I stepped into a small room, decorated in strange ornaments, the only source of light was from the moon and stars of the night that glistened through cracks that made up a window, I twisted around to face the portal I came from. As it came to my attention it was a fancy, body length, antique mirror brimmed with golden paint, and images of engraved angels graced the mirror. It never occurred me how I was going to get out as I was so enchanted with the room, I didn't want to leave.
I was captivated by the essence of the room, I happen to ponder on the details of the open space. I came across an old battered bookstand with a book lay out on it. The hard cover of the book was black with words embroided gold. I placed my hand on the book to feel the lettering. One by one, the letters were made out by the senses of my fingertips. 'L-E N-O-I-R L-I-V-R-E' in Italics.
"Le Noir Livre" flowed through my mouth as easy as counting 1,2,3. The book, which was locked, opened as if it was on command. The book was blank. It made no sense but I was compelled to put my hand on a blank page as if it was logical. A sensation filled every sense of my body rushing through. Dynamic force arose in the room, which ejected me onto the floor. I look up in shock, I saw myself in a paralyzed trance in the exact position I was in 10 seconds ago. 'What's happening?' I looked at myself again, I was translucent. I kept on thinking. 'I knew I should have listened to Mrs. Weasley as she said not to trust books, which have a mind of their own. God please let this be just a dream.'
Out of no where, a mysterious masculine voice erupted throughout the room as the echo bounced from wall to wall. "This is no dream. The time will come soon. You are destined to be one of use."
"What do you mean? Destined to be what? I'm just a muggle with a little knowledge of magic!"
"You are no muggle, my dear Hermione."
"Yes I am. My parents are both muggles."
"Your adopted parents, yes. You are no different from Harry Potter."
"What?!"
"You are destined to do big and better things?"
"Wait! Go back to my parents. Who are they, where are they?"
"No use asking, they aren't here. They were once the most powerful but unfortunately murdered by the closest."
"Who?"
"Your closest."
"Ron...Harry?"
"Indeed."
"No way, you're lying. Harry wasn't even born then."
"No, but his parents were. It's in the family."
"No, I'm not listening! I don't believe it!"
"Your choice. But it's destined for you and Harry to be rivals. Look how pathetic you are now, hanging around him, being his sidekick. Do you really think, you're a help to him. He just thinks you're a nuisance, just as his parents think of yours!"
My surroundings changed into a time warp. I saw unclear images of what I suspect were my parents happy and in love then they're expressions changed. They were mortified, scared and terrorized.
"No it's enough!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "It's enough!" I said again. My mind was bombarded with thoughts and images. "No more...please?" I pleaded, breaking into tears. I didn't know what to think any more. Who are my friends? Would Harry turn against me? Who were my parents? And above all who am I? I feel alone. All alone.
# What will Hermione do? The people that she thought that were her parents aren't, Presumably Harry's parent's killed her parents. She has no one to turn to or so she thinks....