The
Beginning to End All
Chapter 8 (Secrets Revealed)
Hermione had no idea where she was walking or either how long it had been since
she'd left Harry in Ron and Lavender's room. Mindless she wondered around Hogwarts
endless corridors trying to fit together the pieces of her life. I was amazing
how quickly things could change, the final battle was quickly approaching and in
less than 2 days her and Harry had gone from friends to lovers to … well she
had no idea where their relationship stood at the moment
Hermione glanced down at her watched and saw that dinner had started about half
an hour ago, people were going to be wondering where she was but for once Hermione
didn't care. Lavender would just say she was running away from the problem
which wouldn't help her, she need to talk to Harry and sort things out. But
that was the problem at the moment they couldn't even talk because every time
they tried with ended up as a fight. So she wasn't at dinner it wasn't running
away she just wasn't hungry; this is what Hermione tried to convince herself
but no matter how hard Hermione tried to tell her head this was the truth deep
down in her heart she knew Lavender was right. Hermione was running, running as
fast and as far as she could. She had loved Harry for a long time but never
before had she believed that Harry would return those feelings. Now everything
had change, they had slept together, Harry had told her he loved her; what was
she going to do? Was Harry telling the truth? Did he really love her? Or was he
just caught up in the heat of the moment and once the battle is finished he's
come to his sense and say he made a mistake.
The battle was coming closer everyone knew this; it was going to be an end to
an era and a start of a new one. What was going to happen? How was it going to
end? How many people would lose there lives? Could Hermione bare it if
she lost Harry? They still had a few days to the battle what if that was all
her and Harry had left.
The battle was coming she couldn't change that but she could change this
situation and erase all the tension between. Going into that battle angry with
each other was not what she wanted to do, their minds would be else where and
it was likely to get them killed. But if she told Harry how she felt his mind
would be on protecting her and that could still get him killed. Maybe leaving
was the best idea, at least then she wouldn't be there to distract Harry. But
could she live with her choice if she had chosen to take that portkey. What if Harry was killed and she wasn't there
would she be able to live with herself knowing she could of helped; could of
saved him. No … Hermione knew no matter what happen she was going to be there,
she wasn't leaving Harry to face Voldemort on his own. This was his battle she
knew that, but that didn't mean she couldn't help. Hermione knew that no matter
what either Harry or Voldemort were going to die, she was going to be there to
help … help defeat the greatest dark lord ever or to possible jump in front of
a curse if she had to.
But still she couldn't bring her self to talk to Harry …why? She had been his
friends for years they had always talked about everything. Harry was in love
with her, something she had wanted him to say for years, but why couldn't she
tell him back what was stopping her? Where was that Gryffindor
bravery she was meant to have? Hermione sat down on the floor with her back
against the wall and cried. What if she told him she loved him and he die,
could she survive giving her heart and then losing it. Hermione was fighting an
endless battle and she knew it, her heart was telling her one thing while her
mind said another.
Hermione was so absorbed in her own thoughts and tears that she never saw the
figure move in the shadows behind her, their eyes following her closely
watching her intently. Everyone was at dinner he could get her now no would know
not until they were a long way from the castle. A twisted smile appeared on his
face as he thought of the rewards that would be waiting for him when he turned
over this girl to his master. He waited in the shadows watching the crying
figure in front of him waiting for his moment.
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"Soon Harry … soon!" Voldemort stood once more by the window looking
over the vast landscape in the distance Hogwarts castle stood barely visible in
the dark. His plan was working
out and everything was falling into place, his death eaters were preparing
things for the battle
in a few days, the battle which would give him ultimate power and
eliminate the thorn which had been in his side for too many years now. Harry Potter.
Finally after 20 years he had found the key to bringing that boy down! In the
past he'd been lucky but soon he was going to need much more than lucky.
Everything was planned, they had hardly any fighters and his death eater out
numbered them easily and all were willing to die for his cause. Plus with this
extra bonus he had the chance to make Harry play for all those times in the
past where he had humiliating him.
The Girl was the key, that little mudblood; who would have ever believe that
Hermione Granger a little nobody would be the key to destroying the famous
Harry potter. Love may have saved him in the past but soon it would be love
that would destroy him.
Voldemort couldn't stop the laugh that escape his lips, a laugh that was pure
evil. Wormtail scurried into the room his dirty blonde hair was all over the
place and his clothes were tatty and
torn. Voldemort turned as he entered and his smile grew "I trust
everything is in place?"
"yes my lord" Wormtail squeaked
Without a reply Voldemort turned back to the window. Soon the little mudblood
would be in his
hands and Harry won't have a choice but to give into his demands that's if he
wanted the girl to live. It was just too easy and the look on Harry's face as
he kills the mudblood would be priceless one he would always remember; he
couldn't wait.
"Soon Harry … very soon!"
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"Anyone got an idea where Hermione is tonight?" Remus asked from his
place at the table.
Harry only dropped his head looking down at his food with sadness showing in
his eyes slowly he push the piece of pie around the plate suddenly not feeling
very hungry. He had been hoping to see Hermione at dinner maybe even get a
chance to talk to her. Things needed to be sorted out and even though Harry had
told Hermione they'd talk when she was ready he couldn't wait any longer. With
the battle getting closer he didn't want to leave things the way they were, if something
happen to her out there he would never forgive himself.
"Chickened out!!" Ginny stated just before
she popped another piece of food into her mouth. After chewing for a few
seconds her eyes watched Harry carefully. No one else wanted to admit it but it
was obvious that Hermione hadn't come to dinner because of what was going on
between her and Harry.
"She's not going to make the first move, you know that Harry." Ginny
told him while everyone else tried to act like the conversation wasn't
happening. Harry still pushing his food around the plate
decided to ignore her. "You know what Hermione's like." But
still Harry didn't look up.
"Harry!" Ginny demanded. At her tone of voice Harry raised his eyes
to stare at the girl who over
the years had become like a sister to him. He never had to worry about not
fitting in at the Weasley, the boys all treating him
like a brother, constantly teasing him, making him feel welcomed and Ginny never
hesitating in kicking his butt and telling him exactly what she thought or if
he was acting like an arse. The look of annoyance and
determine which shone in Ginny's eyes was a familiar sight, she was an amazing
women and wouldn't let anyone put her down leaving with 6 brothers had taught her
a lot.
"Harry! Are you listening to me?" Ginny watched as he nodded slowly. His
eyes no longer shone with life but look dead, tired, worn out. It nearly broken
her heart to see him look so helpless like
he'd already decided it was over. She came to see Harry as a 7th brother and
she wasn't going to
let him screw things up with the women he loved. "You have to talk to
Hermione, sort things out."
"I've told her we need to talk. It's up to her." Harry replied his
eyes leaving hers and returning to
his plate of uneaten food.
"So that's
it!" Ginny was getting very angry now, how could he just leave things the
way they were? What was wrong with him? He knew Hermione better than any of
them and he knew damn well that there was no way Hermione was going to come to
him no mater how much she may want to.
"Yes that's it" Ginny turned to her husband as if to ask for help but
all he did was shrug.
"Harry …" Draco began but before he could continue Ginny had done it
for him.
"I can't believe you! Its obvious to everyone here how much you two care
about each other and
your just going to risk it all cause of a few fights." She had shouted
across the table. Draco turned
to her and tried to calm her down but she was having none of it.
"What am I suppose to do? I've tried talking to her I've told her how I
feel and she's done nothing. Its up to her now; the
ball's in her court." Harry didn't want this now, he'd had enough of Hermione
shouting at him over the last few days he didn't need Ginny doing it as well.
He should be thinking about the battle, focusing his thoughts but the only
thing on his mind was Hermione and what a mess everything was.
"In her court, you know Hermione … you know her better than any one here,
you just can't … What?" She turned angrily to her husband as he tried to
get her attention. "You don't agree with
me; tell him he's making a mistake." Draco just watched his wife for a
second, he had to admit he
agreed with her but this wasn't the time or the place to have such an argument.
"It's his mistake to make honey," Ginny didn't know what to say
she turned and looked at the other people around them; most trying to act
invisible but their eyes told her they agree. Getting the point she relaxed a
little settling back into her set as a silence filled the great hall. Ginny
picked up her drink and took a sip before she placed it back on the table.
"You have to sort it out, you can't leave things the way they are."
Ginny told him in a much calmer voice than before.
That was all Harry could take pushing back his chair he stood and began to make
for the exit with out even saying a word. He knew Ginny was right but what else
could he do? He carried on walking not looking back as Ron and Sirius called
after him as he reached the door he pushed his way through letting it slam shut
behind him.
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From his position in the shadows he had a clear view of his target. She was
still sitting of the floor just a few feet away from him with her head in her
hands as she continued to cry. If he made his move now he'd take her by complete
surprise. He shifted himself closer watching; listening for a sign of any one
coming towards them but the corridor was empty and silent. She was all alone or
at least that's what she thought.
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"Harry wait up will you." Ron called after
his friend and he watched a very angry Harry Potter
storm from the great hall making his way in the direction of his room.
"Harry!" He called louder but
still he refused to listen and carried on walking. "Harry"
"What?" Harry turned round with such force Ron was sure he would fall
but Harry remained on
two feet staring at him. His eyes shone with anger butt here was a hiding pain
within the emerald
depths.
"Look!" Ron told him trying to regain his breathe, "Just ignore
Ginny ok she's …"
"Why? She's right isn't she?" Harry stared at Ron waiting for an
answer but none came. "Tell me you don't believe what she said in there. Tell
me everyone in there doesn't believe that she's right. Tell me it wasn't the
truth that I'm not making a mistake in waiting for Hermione to talk to
me."
"Harry it's …"
"Because
she's right, I am making a mistake I'm throwing everything away and why? Tell me
that Ron why?"
"Harry …"
"I told her everything Ron, I told her how much she meant to me, how much
I loved … Jesus Christ I told her I would die for her and it was the truth and do
you know what she said?"
"Harry …"
"Nothing she said nothing! She couldn't even look me in the eye." His
voice waved with emotion working hard to staying in control
and not break down.
"She loves you Harry its easy to see."
"Is it?" Harry's eyes rose to look at Ron and unshed tears could be seem in their depths.
"Yes it is!" Ron answered. "Bloody hell it's been easy to see
for years, I'm surprise it's taken you this long to figure it out but then
you're both as stubborn as each other." Ron looked at his friend of 9
years, and never before had he seen him looking so vulnerable. "Just talk
to her Harry!"
"I can't"
"Why the hell not?"
"Ron … it's hard to explain." Harry was fighting a losing battle with
his emotion and pretty soon he was sure he was going to break.
"Well try."
"I'm scared!"
Ron looked shocked, Harry Potter scared! Surely he must have misheard him. This
was the
guy who had face Voldemort too many times to remember.
"Of what?"
Harry took a deep breath and run his fingers through his hair. "Scared
that I'll start something I won't be able to finish!"
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Hermione lifted her head and wiped at her eyes hoping that they weren't too
puffy that people would notice she'd been crying. Looking down at her watch she
saw that she had been sitting here for little over an hour, everyone else would
still be in the great hall she'd just have enough time to get back to her room
with out bumping into anybody. Standing up she looked down at her clothes and
tried desperately to straighten them out. Her mind was still a mess and a
conclusion to her problems wasn't any closer. Turning round to make her way
back to her room she ran straight into someone.
"Mark! You bloody scared me." Hermione looked at the auror who stood in front of her a little shocked at what he
had been doing in the shadows. Something made Hermione feel nervous she didn't
know him very well but something was off.
"Has every one finished there dinner? She asked but still there was no
reply as he just took a step closer to her.
Stepping back Hermione was beginning to get a little worried. "Is
something wrong Mark?" but still no answer he just continued to advance
closer.
"Its amazing what he can offer." His voice was low and hollow sending
a shiver down Hermione's spine and she continued to back away from him.
"Power, fame anything you want. I don't know
why I didn't see it before."
"See what before Mark?" Hermione asked although she was scared of the
answer she might
be given. He kept advancing not letting her get even a foot away, she resisted
the urge to turn and run.
"All I have to do is deliver you and I can have anything I want, be one of
his most loyal, part of his inner cycle." He lurched forward grabbing hold of her elbow gripping so hard
that Hermione was
sure it would leave a bruise. She tried to pull her arm away so she could run
but he was to strong
and held on tight.
"Mark you're hurting me!" She tried to plead with him but it did no
good his grip remained the same.
"I will be rewarded well" He smiled at her which
made her sick to her stomach. "With you in his possession Harry doesn't
stand a chance."
At the mention of Harry name Hermione pulled harder, desperately trying to
release her self. The sleeve of Marks shirt shifted up to reveal the dark mark,
Hermione tried not to panic but as she
stared in shock Mark used this to his advantage and began to dragged her alone
the corridor.
Author's notes
Hi everyone, thank you for all your reviews I hope you like this chapter just as much as the others.
I have checked and re-checked this chapter but I know there are still going to be mistakes I'm really sorry I just can't seem to pick them all out. Still trying to find another beta-reader to help so if anyone can lend a hand it would be great.
Chapter 9 is already written but I think I will check it over one last time and post it tomorrow or if I get bored later on tonight so keep a look out it wont be too long.
Thanks everyone for their reviews and I'm sorry again about the mistakes
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Angel-flea