The Prophecy Author: Louise Mills Rating: 12A, the rating will change to 15 in some chapters for contents. Chapter One
Harry was glad for the first time in his life at the amount of manual labour his relatives were putting him though. It took his mind away from the nightmares he had recently about his new friend. He felt like dying when he saw his first real friend ran away terrified into the dark forest.
Deep down he knew he had to let her run for her survival. The week after the Tri-wizard tournament and until the end of the school year he prayed that Hagrid would come back and have the girl with him. His prayer was crushed when Hagrid came back empty handed.
From the beginning of the holidays until about two weeks ago he had never ceasing nightmares of the girl being torture with the Cruciatus curse by the hands of Lord Voldemort. Then two weeks ago he dreamt Voldemort sending the Cruciatus curse towards the girl again, waiting and expecting to hear her blood-curling scream, but it never came. Harry noticed this time round the curse instead of providing pain it empowered her. She was absorbing the power from the curse into her body making the curse ineffective. Harry was surprised by the new revelation of his friend, but he was also worried. Would the power of the curse Voldemort had sent start to turn her soul evil just like the soul of the person whom sent the curse. He prayed and hoped it would not. Instead of hearing the girls scream's he heard Voldemort's, the scream was full of defeat and annoyance, it was obvious Voldemort hadn't expected the girl to be gifted with power to absorb curses.
The next night he realised the dreams of watching his new friend go though torture by the Cruciatus curse were like candy compared to the new torture placed on her. Voldemort was now resorting to muggle torture methods. The new torture started with minor methods and each new night the torture would increase a level. Some of the methods were so crude one night once Harry had woken from the nightmare he run to the bathroom and couldn't stop being sick for hours. Harry was amazed at after all the blood she had lost in the last two weeks that she was still alive. This Give him hope that he would see her again, and that she had the strength to survive whatever Voldemort throw at her.
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Hermione wept in the corner of the tiny room that she had the pleasure to call her own all that was in the room beside her was a small hay bed and a wooden stool placed in the far corner from her, and iron shackles. Tonight's torture session had ended; he had used hot iron poker tonight. He used the hot poker more then any other torture; it was a mild form of torture. His reason was because muggleborns or mudbloods in his eyes were like cattle and just like cattle they had to be branded, but not the prove of ownership, but prove he was back and a warning that you don't want to cross with him. When he first told her that she believed he may actually let her go, but she soon realised she wouldn't be alive once he decided to actually let her out in the wizarding world. She prayed every night that this would be the last session before the torture or let tomorrow be the last night session after the torture. She wanted the pain to stop, but she refused to let the pain stop by the easy way, she was told the pain would stop if and only if she agreed to join his ranks. 'I would never join his ranks no matter what torture he put on me doesn't he get that' Hermione thought.
She wanted to die, but dying would break her promise she gave to Harry. She didn't want to be the reason for Harry to lose all hopes again, him losing hope would mean the end of the wizarding world, as they knew it. That much she was certain. She was also certain the only reason why she hadn't yet given up was because she wanted to live for Harry. She heard one day when the death eaters and Lord Voldemort thought she was sleeping, talking about how Harry could see everything that Voldemort did in his dreams, and that Harry felt more guilt every time he hurt and killed more people each day, that was the way to break Harry's spirit. Hermione could only guess how Harry felt watching her being tortured, she knew she was the only friend Harry had, so the guilt he felt must of been doubled each time he saw her being tortured. So knowing he could see her in his dreams she was determined to stay alive and escaped from her captives.
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Harry slowly got off the Knight Bus, the mode of transportation he had used since 3rd year then he first rode the bus, when he ran away. When he got back from the holidays that year his uncle informed, if he were so capable to make his own way to school that year he would be this year and the future coming years. So now every September 1st he got to King's Cross by the bus. Harry as always was early to arrive for the train, as he hated not getting a compartment to sit in, if he arrived late no one was willing to let him sit with them, being to stared. He thought they were prophetic, but in some way understood their reasons. Dangerous situation did always seem to find him.
He walked down the platforms of 9 and 10 within the muggle part of the station, he stopped in front of the barrier waited until it was clear before he launched himself forward though the barrier. As expected he was greeted by the scarlet coloured stream engine, he felt the same every year when seeing the train, like he was once again in the first year, excited about having friends, maybe someone this year will at least talk to him. He always seem to have the allusion that a new year could you bring him the friends he always wanted, but it never happen. He couldn't understand why he was still feeling this way.
Harry got onto the train at the last carriage and he entered his usually compartment, at the very back that way no one would bother him.
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Hermione could believe her eyes and the sound coming to her ears, she was totally alone and it looked like someone had forgotten the shackled her up again. Daring the believe in this miracle she quickly jumped to her feet, ignoring the pain shoot though her side at the quick movement, and dashed quickly across the room to the door. She placed her hands over the lock the door, and closed her eyes she had the door he her head and willed the door to open. After a few minutes she heard the distinctive click of the lock, she loved wandless magic. She learnt wandless magic because she didn't have her own wand, the secret was to channel all your magic, then use your mind to perform the magic you wished. It was hard for her at the beginning, it still took a long time but not as long then she first started to learn. Some spells she really didn't need to concentrate that much a lot many more.
She quietly opened the open stepped out, walked carefully along the wall looked round the corner to see if anyone was here. When she saw it was clear she ran to the door, pulled hard. She ran into the dense forest as hard as she could, heading toward Hogwarts, she would never go back to that shack again. The only reason she stayed in the first place is because the death eaters who originally looked after her told her, her parents would die if she tried to escape. A few weeks ago Voldemort laughed when he told her, her parents died the night the death eaters took her, she didn't have a reason to stay anymore, so she ran to place the one person who was alive that needed her.
End of Chapter… Please review… I'm sorry it's a bit short, but I needed to get this chapter out of my head before I lost the idea.