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Hermione screamed as she woke up sweating all over. Frantically, she patted her cheeks and her body, after making sure she was still herself, she relaxed. The dream was so real, the power and everything. Looking out at her window, she realized that it was still dark. Crawling back under her covers, she tried to fall asleep.
Little did she know she was changing as a black swirls invisible to anyone surrounded her body and sucked into her pure soul.
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Albus Dumbledore was watching Hermione through his crystal ball wishing he was a seer himself. Divination was never his thing. to be honest he usually passed divination because of his incredible talent for lies when he was young. Squinting trying to make out what was happening in the midst of the fog from the crystal ball, he could vaguely see a terrified Hermione screaming and patting herself all over. He watched carefully as Hemione crawled under her cover and closed her eyes.
Dumbledore sighed. This was not good, he wished he wasn't so gifted to know everything that was happening. Pushing the crystal ball away, he took out a thick leather book and started reading it. After reading the information he needed, he shut the book and leaned back wearily whispering, "soon Miss Granger.. Soon."
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Hermione woked up to the sound of her mother banging the door. Groaning, she got up and made her way to her bathroom nearly hitting her head against the wall. The dream had been so real. She shuddered, remembering the disasters that had happened, but what the weird thing was that, she was there. But she wasn't herself. She looked. different.
Shaking her head to get rid of that image she brushed her teeth and got ready for breakfast and chided herself, "don't be silly. Its just a dream."
"Hey mom, morning." Hermione called. "Morning." Her mum replied back. Hermione sat down and started to eat her bread and milk. "I am going to Diagon alley today okay?"
Mrs Granger looked up surprise, "but it is still the holidays Hermione, school isn't until one more month!" "Yeah. I know. But I just want to look for something okay?" Hermione replied evenly. Mrs Granger sighed, "sure, go ahead."
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Hermione wandered along Knockturn alley. No, she did not get lost by floo powder; she just wanted to go there for some strange reason. She heard that it was a great place for dark arts. She frowned in disgust when she saw a dirty old witch holding a try full of what looked like fingernails. Finally, a bookstore. The store name was so faded she couldn't make it out, shrugging, she stepped in.
The store was dirty and Hermione could feel a sense of negative energy and she liked it. The store was dark and full to the ceiling of dark art books. Walking, over, she picked up a book labeled the guide: dark curses she didn't know why she had got a sudden liking of dark arts overnight. Walking through piles and piles of books, she found a book, on the floor and half hidden by the cupboard, it was called the most deadly and secret dark curses. Smirking, she picked it up. It was dusty and it was obvious that the person who had this book didn't want it to be found. It didn't even have a prize tag like the others. Looking around, making sure nobody was looking, she shoved the book into her backpack, picked up a few books and paid for them. Then she hurried down the alley to Borgin and Burkes, stood in front of the fire place, whispered "incendio", threw some floo powder in to the blazing fire stepped in and disappeared.
~~~~~~~~~~~ (a week later)~~~~~~~~~
Hermione immersed herself with the books she bought. She had to be careful cause if her parents ever caught her reading what they call 'evil' books, she will be grounded for life. not that she cared. She bewitched her dark arts book cover to look like book covers that read 60 easy ways to cook in 2 minutes and stuff like that. When her parents weren't at home, she tried out some Dark arts in her room and sometimes on a few spiders, ants and insects that she could find. She had no idea why she felt a sense of satisfaction watching them get hurt or die when she tried the curses on them. She felt.. powerful and she was hungry for more.
Hermione smiled evilly at herself in the mirror. She wasn't going back to Hogwarts being a weakling. She was going to be different, dangerous, respected and powerful. Her body had also change and she now had the right curves at the right places. Her brown hair was now layered at shoulder length. Sneering at the memory of her pathetic old self, she climbed into bed and fell asleep.
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Mrs Granger was frantic and worried. Hermione wasn't herself anymore. She had someway gone more. evil in a way. She had been watering the garden and noticed some dead insects here and there, a lot more then usual. She suspected that Hermione was using them as guinea pigs. She had also began to smirk and have this mysterious smile and seemed to buy and wear more dark colors. She looked out at the window and watched as her owl flew away, her only hope of knowing what was going wrong with her daughter was non other then her headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
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Hermione woke up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. She staggered to the bathroom door and looked into the mirror and screamed.
"OH MY BLOODY F*CK!! WHAT THE..???"
Hermione started at herself and rubbed her eyes. Yes, she was NOT hallucinating, now, she had jet-black hair the fell just below her shoulders, her eyes were dark purple and. on her hand, was this thing. What the heck it was, she had no idea. It was like a gadget of something. (have u watched spy kids 2? u know the one that Gary and Gerti were wearing? something like that, but only smaller, size just big enough to fit had hand only. And cooler.) The gadget was fitted in her right hand so tight it wouldn't and couldn't budge. Hermione studied it carefully. It was sliver with a metal serpent curled around the middle of her index finger. At the back of her hand was the ying and yang sign with hanging icicles blizzards and fire in it. There were also for black gems at the place where her knuckles should be. (its now covered by the metal gadget) It was awesome.
Hermione traced it gently with her left hand. What did that mean? How did she get it? Not that she was complaining. She liked it right away. It was incredible and cool. She was sure she could use it to her advantage and it could do magic.
After all, she could sense powerful magic in it. A powerful magic no one has ever seen before.. A negative and evil magic.
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A/n: Thanks 4 reading the story!! so how is it? is it okay??? please review!! would really appreciate that!! REVIEW REVIEW!!! the button is just there.. *puppy dog eyes* please?? Review!! flames are welcome!! huggies!!
Hermione screamed as she woke up sweating all over. Frantically, she patted her cheeks and her body, after making sure she was still herself, she relaxed. The dream was so real, the power and everything. Looking out at her window, she realized that it was still dark. Crawling back under her covers, she tried to fall asleep.
Little did she know she was changing as a black swirls invisible to anyone surrounded her body and sucked into her pure soul.
~~~~~~~~~
Albus Dumbledore was watching Hermione through his crystal ball wishing he was a seer himself. Divination was never his thing. to be honest he usually passed divination because of his incredible talent for lies when he was young. Squinting trying to make out what was happening in the midst of the fog from the crystal ball, he could vaguely see a terrified Hermione screaming and patting herself all over. He watched carefully as Hemione crawled under her cover and closed her eyes.
Dumbledore sighed. This was not good, he wished he wasn't so gifted to know everything that was happening. Pushing the crystal ball away, he took out a thick leather book and started reading it. After reading the information he needed, he shut the book and leaned back wearily whispering, "soon Miss Granger.. Soon."
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Hermione woked up to the sound of her mother banging the door. Groaning, she got up and made her way to her bathroom nearly hitting her head against the wall. The dream had been so real. She shuddered, remembering the disasters that had happened, but what the weird thing was that, she was there. But she wasn't herself. She looked. different.
Shaking her head to get rid of that image she brushed her teeth and got ready for breakfast and chided herself, "don't be silly. Its just a dream."
"Hey mom, morning." Hermione called. "Morning." Her mum replied back. Hermione sat down and started to eat her bread and milk. "I am going to Diagon alley today okay?"
Mrs Granger looked up surprise, "but it is still the holidays Hermione, school isn't until one more month!" "Yeah. I know. But I just want to look for something okay?" Hermione replied evenly. Mrs Granger sighed, "sure, go ahead."
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Hermione wandered along Knockturn alley. No, she did not get lost by floo powder; she just wanted to go there for some strange reason. She heard that it was a great place for dark arts. She frowned in disgust when she saw a dirty old witch holding a try full of what looked like fingernails. Finally, a bookstore. The store name was so faded she couldn't make it out, shrugging, she stepped in.
The store was dirty and Hermione could feel a sense of negative energy and she liked it. The store was dark and full to the ceiling of dark art books. Walking, over, she picked up a book labeled the guide: dark curses she didn't know why she had got a sudden liking of dark arts overnight. Walking through piles and piles of books, she found a book, on the floor and half hidden by the cupboard, it was called the most deadly and secret dark curses. Smirking, she picked it up. It was dusty and it was obvious that the person who had this book didn't want it to be found. It didn't even have a prize tag like the others. Looking around, making sure nobody was looking, she shoved the book into her backpack, picked up a few books and paid for them. Then she hurried down the alley to Borgin and Burkes, stood in front of the fire place, whispered "incendio", threw some floo powder in to the blazing fire stepped in and disappeared.
~~~~~~~~~~~ (a week later)~~~~~~~~~
Hermione immersed herself with the books she bought. She had to be careful cause if her parents ever caught her reading what they call 'evil' books, she will be grounded for life. not that she cared. She bewitched her dark arts book cover to look like book covers that read 60 easy ways to cook in 2 minutes and stuff like that. When her parents weren't at home, she tried out some Dark arts in her room and sometimes on a few spiders, ants and insects that she could find. She had no idea why she felt a sense of satisfaction watching them get hurt or die when she tried the curses on them. She felt.. powerful and she was hungry for more.
Hermione smiled evilly at herself in the mirror. She wasn't going back to Hogwarts being a weakling. She was going to be different, dangerous, respected and powerful. Her body had also change and she now had the right curves at the right places. Her brown hair was now layered at shoulder length. Sneering at the memory of her pathetic old self, she climbed into bed and fell asleep.
##########
Mrs Granger was frantic and worried. Hermione wasn't herself anymore. She had someway gone more. evil in a way. She had been watering the garden and noticed some dead insects here and there, a lot more then usual. She suspected that Hermione was using them as guinea pigs. She had also began to smirk and have this mysterious smile and seemed to buy and wear more dark colors. She looked out at the window and watched as her owl flew away, her only hope of knowing what was going wrong with her daughter was non other then her headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
**************************
Hermione woke up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. She staggered to the bathroom door and looked into the mirror and screamed.
"OH MY BLOODY F*CK!! WHAT THE..???"
Hermione started at herself and rubbed her eyes. Yes, she was NOT hallucinating, now, she had jet-black hair the fell just below her shoulders, her eyes were dark purple and. on her hand, was this thing. What the heck it was, she had no idea. It was like a gadget of something. (have u watched spy kids 2? u know the one that Gary and Gerti were wearing? something like that, but only smaller, size just big enough to fit had hand only. And cooler.) The gadget was fitted in her right hand so tight it wouldn't and couldn't budge. Hermione studied it carefully. It was sliver with a metal serpent curled around the middle of her index finger. At the back of her hand was the ying and yang sign with hanging icicles blizzards and fire in it. There were also for black gems at the place where her knuckles should be. (its now covered by the metal gadget) It was awesome.
Hermione traced it gently with her left hand. What did that mean? How did she get it? Not that she was complaining. She liked it right away. It was incredible and cool. She was sure she could use it to her advantage and it could do magic.
After all, she could sense powerful magic in it. A powerful magic no one has ever seen before.. A negative and evil magic.
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A/n: Thanks 4 reading the story!! so how is it? is it okay??? please review!! would really appreciate that!! REVIEW REVIEW!!! the button is just there.. *puppy dog eyes* please?? Review!! flames are welcome!! huggies!!
