*edited mistake copy* ^_^;;;
Disclaimer: They're J.K. Rowling's characters, for those of you who *don't* know. Unless I live in a different world and they belong to someone else in your world. Either way they don't belong to me.
Warning: Watch out for that language. It's to the R. Am I forgetting anything? Yeah, maybe. The spoiler for book 4 is here. We already hit the spoiler for book 5. You know what's sad? My best friend hasn't read any of the HP books but she has book 3 and she likes it. The movies, that is. She won't be bothered to attempt to read all those pages. Oh well. If you're like her and you've gotten this far, I'm sorry. I shoulda warned there were spoilers for, um, well.if you've seen the first two movies it really doesn't matter because I haven't spoiled anything in book 3, I don't think. *tired and confused*
A/N: Heh, what else is there to say? Except thanks to XOX for Hermoine and Harry's eye colors (sorry, I don't pay much attention to those kind of things and, if it's mentioned in the book, I have a bad memory. ^_^;;). I looked at the movie box for Harry Potter and the guy playing Ron, his eyes are green so Ron's eyes are green until otherwise pointed out. Tanky. *bows* Am I missing anything.? No? Alright then. Wait! One more thing, just because my character says it, doesn't have to mean I share their idea. Alrighty now.
Chapter 3
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Ron, just able to hold his friend's weight, swung Hermione's legs up into his other arm so as to be able to carry her to his room. Setting her gently on the bed, he quickly rushed to the kitchen to get a wet cloth and a glass of water for when Hermoine woke up.
Walking through the living room on the way back to his room, he grabbed a sitting stool. When he got back to the room, he placed the wet cloth, folded neatly, upon Hermione's forehead, the glass of water on the nightstand beside the bed, and the stool to the side of the bed. Positive he had everything covered, he sat down to watch over his friend as he waited for her to wake up.
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Harry sat up with a jolt. He had just had a nightmare of that fateful night when Sirius had died. He pressed a hand to his chest where he felt a deep twinge at memory. Try as he might, he just could not get over it. Though, who could? He loved that man like the father he could never have.
He had no one to relate to because no one had lost two fathers before. He was alone in the world and cursed. Cursed to live a sheltered life because of what? Some power driven old crone? His hatred for Voldemort grew even more, if it was all possible.
Beginning to quake with anger, Harry scrambled to his feet, looking for something to take his mind off of his rage. Hurrying quickly back to the cottage, he resolved to make up with Ron and some of his steam.
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She sat in the overstuffed, Victorian styled armchair weeping. Picking up the letter she had tossed aside already three times in the past hour, she reread it again. How could that bastard have done this to her? They had stayed in correspondence ever since the fucker had left and written things so steamy that she would die if anyone found out. Their letters hadn't only consisted erotic, passion filled statements, no, but also of loving endearments. He had planned out there future and she had gone along with it like some half-witted child. How could she have been so fucking naïve as to trust him?
Yes, they had shared a night of passion, not the written form, but the real thing. She had broken so many rules that night yet didn't regret it until now. She shouldn't have gone out of her room after hours, let alone out into the school yards. It had been so worth it at the time. She had let loose from all of her hindrances, thrown herself to the wind.
Now Viktor had gone and left her cold and bitter. Now she felt dirty thinking about their late night fuck, knowing that she had been replaced with a boy! How horrid and utterly repulsive! Well, the asshole wasn't worth it! She would not stand to let herself react in such a way to this news!
Deciding she needed to tell someone what had happened, at least that part about being dumped, she thought it was a perfect time to visit her two closest friends. The two people she trusted most in the world. A plan now in hand, Hermoine threw Krum's letter in the fire and set about to getting ready.
After gathering all her needed items, Hermoine hurried outside to catch the first Knight bus to Ron's grandfather's cottage. Unaware of the unnatural dangers of this night, she started a brisk pace to the nearest road.
Watching from the shadows, a horrible creature seized this opportunity to put his master plan into action. Walking quickly to catch up with the bushy haired witch, he stumbled over the hem of his robes, causing a disturbance in the silence of the night.
Turning around quickly, Hermoine gasped. She frantically searched her jean pockets for her wand. Upon finding it, she whisked it out and fought to keep her hand steady.
"What is it you want?" She inquired the form crumpled on the ground.
"Uh, do you mind lending me a hand?" The creature held up one grotesquely thin hand as he asked.
Going with her instinct, which was only strengthened upon hearing the lump's scathing voice, Hermoine stayed glued to her spot.
"What are you doing out here at this time of night?" Her voice shook, encouraging her hand to being its quaking.
The voice chuckled, rising slowly to his feet. Dusting himself with both his hands, he took his time in responding.
"I know what you're going through. It's horrible when the man you love leaves you for another, much less another man!" Hermione's breath caught in her throat. "I've come to offer you my services. All I ask is that you help me in my quest for a greater good."
In her broken state, Hermoine was ready and willing to receive any kind of help for this great pain she had never felt before. Stepping closer to the man, she looked him up and down.
"I'm listening." she said. The man shifted from foot to foot. Hermoine felt a slight quiver in her gut as if something was wrong with this but it quickly went away.
"I'm here to offer you this once in a lifetime chance at revenge against the one who has wronged you and all the others like him. All you must do is take my hand and pledge your allegiance to help me create a better world for all witches and wizards."
Without pausing to think about, Hermoine stuck out her hand and pledged her help to this strange man. The man grabbed her hand in his and she was suddenly filled with such an awesome, blinding flash of pain that the one before it seemed like a dull ache. As she crumpled to the ground, the now manically laughing man standing over her continued to grip her hand. Coughing, he quickly covered his laugh with his free hand.
"Hermoine Granger, welcome to my special group of little helpers. Please forgive me for the pain I caused you but I needed to give you the mark so you would always remember your promise to me. Have a good evening." With that, the mysterious man disapperated, leaving a distinctly foul stench in the air.
With the last bit of her strength, Hermoine raised her wand into the air, signaling the Knight bus. Collapsing on the ground, Hermoine cried herself to sleep, not knowing that what had just gone on would be erased from her mind once she awoke.
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So, this one is definitely longer. I hope it was ok. I started out forcing the ideas and then I moved to the laptop and I was like "type type type" *clickty clack of the keys* So yeah, what do you think? I still haven't incorporated the eye colors into this but I will. I hope. Ooh, who do you think that mysterious stranger person was? Oh do review! It keeps me writing and you know you want to know what happens. Now that it's 4:15 AM, I'm gonna go get some sleep. *yawn, trudge, trudge*
Disclaimer: They're J.K. Rowling's characters, for those of you who *don't* know. Unless I live in a different world and they belong to someone else in your world. Either way they don't belong to me.
Warning: Watch out for that language. It's to the R. Am I forgetting anything? Yeah, maybe. The spoiler for book 4 is here. We already hit the spoiler for book 5. You know what's sad? My best friend hasn't read any of the HP books but she has book 3 and she likes it. The movies, that is. She won't be bothered to attempt to read all those pages. Oh well. If you're like her and you've gotten this far, I'm sorry. I shoulda warned there were spoilers for, um, well.if you've seen the first two movies it really doesn't matter because I haven't spoiled anything in book 3, I don't think. *tired and confused*
A/N: Heh, what else is there to say? Except thanks to XOX for Hermoine and Harry's eye colors (sorry, I don't pay much attention to those kind of things and, if it's mentioned in the book, I have a bad memory. ^_^;;). I looked at the movie box for Harry Potter and the guy playing Ron, his eyes are green so Ron's eyes are green until otherwise pointed out. Tanky. *bows* Am I missing anything.? No? Alright then. Wait! One more thing, just because my character says it, doesn't have to mean I share their idea. Alrighty now.
Chapter 3
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Ron, just able to hold his friend's weight, swung Hermione's legs up into his other arm so as to be able to carry her to his room. Setting her gently on the bed, he quickly rushed to the kitchen to get a wet cloth and a glass of water for when Hermoine woke up.
Walking through the living room on the way back to his room, he grabbed a sitting stool. When he got back to the room, he placed the wet cloth, folded neatly, upon Hermione's forehead, the glass of water on the nightstand beside the bed, and the stool to the side of the bed. Positive he had everything covered, he sat down to watch over his friend as he waited for her to wake up.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry sat up with a jolt. He had just had a nightmare of that fateful night when Sirius had died. He pressed a hand to his chest where he felt a deep twinge at memory. Try as he might, he just could not get over it. Though, who could? He loved that man like the father he could never have.
He had no one to relate to because no one had lost two fathers before. He was alone in the world and cursed. Cursed to live a sheltered life because of what? Some power driven old crone? His hatred for Voldemort grew even more, if it was all possible.
Beginning to quake with anger, Harry scrambled to his feet, looking for something to take his mind off of his rage. Hurrying quickly back to the cottage, he resolved to make up with Ron and some of his steam.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She sat in the overstuffed, Victorian styled armchair weeping. Picking up the letter she had tossed aside already three times in the past hour, she reread it again. How could that bastard have done this to her? They had stayed in correspondence ever since the fucker had left and written things so steamy that she would die if anyone found out. Their letters hadn't only consisted erotic, passion filled statements, no, but also of loving endearments. He had planned out there future and she had gone along with it like some half-witted child. How could she have been so fucking naïve as to trust him?
Yes, they had shared a night of passion, not the written form, but the real thing. She had broken so many rules that night yet didn't regret it until now. She shouldn't have gone out of her room after hours, let alone out into the school yards. It had been so worth it at the time. She had let loose from all of her hindrances, thrown herself to the wind.
Now Viktor had gone and left her cold and bitter. Now she felt dirty thinking about their late night fuck, knowing that she had been replaced with a boy! How horrid and utterly repulsive! Well, the asshole wasn't worth it! She would not stand to let herself react in such a way to this news!
Deciding she needed to tell someone what had happened, at least that part about being dumped, she thought it was a perfect time to visit her two closest friends. The two people she trusted most in the world. A plan now in hand, Hermoine threw Krum's letter in the fire and set about to getting ready.
After gathering all her needed items, Hermoine hurried outside to catch the first Knight bus to Ron's grandfather's cottage. Unaware of the unnatural dangers of this night, she started a brisk pace to the nearest road.
Watching from the shadows, a horrible creature seized this opportunity to put his master plan into action. Walking quickly to catch up with the bushy haired witch, he stumbled over the hem of his robes, causing a disturbance in the silence of the night.
Turning around quickly, Hermoine gasped. She frantically searched her jean pockets for her wand. Upon finding it, she whisked it out and fought to keep her hand steady.
"What is it you want?" She inquired the form crumpled on the ground.
"Uh, do you mind lending me a hand?" The creature held up one grotesquely thin hand as he asked.
Going with her instinct, which was only strengthened upon hearing the lump's scathing voice, Hermoine stayed glued to her spot.
"What are you doing out here at this time of night?" Her voice shook, encouraging her hand to being its quaking.
The voice chuckled, rising slowly to his feet. Dusting himself with both his hands, he took his time in responding.
"I know what you're going through. It's horrible when the man you love leaves you for another, much less another man!" Hermione's breath caught in her throat. "I've come to offer you my services. All I ask is that you help me in my quest for a greater good."
In her broken state, Hermoine was ready and willing to receive any kind of help for this great pain she had never felt before. Stepping closer to the man, she looked him up and down.
"I'm listening." she said. The man shifted from foot to foot. Hermoine felt a slight quiver in her gut as if something was wrong with this but it quickly went away.
"I'm here to offer you this once in a lifetime chance at revenge against the one who has wronged you and all the others like him. All you must do is take my hand and pledge your allegiance to help me create a better world for all witches and wizards."
Without pausing to think about, Hermoine stuck out her hand and pledged her help to this strange man. The man grabbed her hand in his and she was suddenly filled with such an awesome, blinding flash of pain that the one before it seemed like a dull ache. As she crumpled to the ground, the now manically laughing man standing over her continued to grip her hand. Coughing, he quickly covered his laugh with his free hand.
"Hermoine Granger, welcome to my special group of little helpers. Please forgive me for the pain I caused you but I needed to give you the mark so you would always remember your promise to me. Have a good evening." With that, the mysterious man disapperated, leaving a distinctly foul stench in the air.
With the last bit of her strength, Hermoine raised her wand into the air, signaling the Knight bus. Collapsing on the ground, Hermoine cried herself to sleep, not knowing that what had just gone on would be erased from her mind once she awoke.
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So, this one is definitely longer. I hope it was ok. I started out forcing the ideas and then I moved to the laptop and I was like "type type type" *clickty clack of the keys* So yeah, what do you think? I still haven't incorporated the eye colors into this but I will. I hope. Ooh, who do you think that mysterious stranger person was? Oh do review! It keeps me writing and you know you want to know what happens. Now that it's 4:15 AM, I'm gonna go get some sleep. *yawn, trudge, trudge*