~*~Chapter 2~*~
-Getting Acquainted-
Disclaimer: Thanks to Fanfiction.net I have been able to take the characters JK Rowling brought to life, and use them to write my own fic. None of these are mine, and I only own the plot. At that being said, please be kind and don't sue. Read on.
** are character thoughts. I know the summary gives away what is happening so far, but I promise that after the intro is done there will be more surprises and twists. ^_^
Summary: Hermione Granger finds herself in Wizarding Prison after committing a murder she did not remember committing. Her memory is totally gone, and she's stuck in a crummy prison cell with the mysterious, yet gorgeous "Serpent" whose memory has also been modified.
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Hermione collapsed in a fit of laughter, on the floor, after taking a severe pillowing to the head, laughing like she was a child again. It seemed like forever since she had a good laugh. Serpent stood staring at her, eyes fixated. Hermione, realizing she must look like a complete fool, stopped. She noted that many of the black creatures glided nearer to their cell . . . the cold. . .all the happiness she had just felt was moving away. . .gone.
Serpent inched closer to mutter something in her ear "They are drawn to happiness. . . don't laugh!" Hermione had by then stopped, but didn't dare start again. Within five minutes the creatures left. She didn't dare laugh again; she didn't want them to return.
She made her way to the bathroom and summoned the gray-eyed boy to sit next to her. He did, and she pulled the bathroom curtain closed. He eyed her warily, "What the bloody hell. . ."
'I **don't** want to see those. . . things. . . again." Hermione shuddered.
"Dementors?"
Hermione looked up, "Is that what they're called?"
Serpent replied nonchalantly, "Yeah, some of the guards were talking about them. . .suck all the happiness away"
"So I see." She replied in the same tone. "You lost your memory too, I suppose?"
The young man stared at her with his icy gray eyes and nodded "I guess so, on account of I don't know who the hell I am."
Hermione nodded understandingly. She muttered quietly to herself, trying to sort out her predicament. "I. . .I. . ." she tried to recall, and did not realize how loudly she was speaking "I found myself standing over a dead body. . .confusing. . . people all around. . ."
She was interrupted by Serpent, "YOU killed somebody?" he tried to hide a smirk, but he didn't do a very good job of it. "You just don't strike me as the type. . . who's the lucky guy?"
Hermione gave him a death glare, how dare he make her situation a laughing matter. There certainly wasn't anything funny about murder. She continued to give him an icy glare, but answered his question anyway. "Potter something. . . Harry I think."
He snorted and tried to cover up another smirk "THE Harry Potter?" Hermione returned to giving him an icy stare.
"Its **Not* funny!" she said sternly "Why, do you know him?!"
He stopped to ponder for a minute, and said "Yes. . . no. . .Argh! I don't KNOW! It sounds so familiar, yet so strange." Hermione managed to smile weakly at him, she knew what it was like not remembering a thing. "I want my memory back. . ." she concluded aloud. He nodded solemnly, and the two sat in silence for several minutes only the sound of the dripping faucet in the background.
"I. WILL. KILL. THAT. DAMNED. FAUCET!" Serpent yelled. He started to think that he was loosing his mind, and a small voice in back of him said "Don't show any emotion" but he ignored it. He couldn't stand this place.
"Shhh don't scream" Hermione shot him a frightened look, taken aback that he had actually made a big deal over a dripping faucet.
"Its not like this place isn't already a damned madhouse for Merlin's sake!" he said in the same loud, harsh voice. Hermione was still taken aback.
"Well you don't have to scream about it." Hermione persisted.
"Piss off, Know-it-all. You think you know everything, don't you? Well you haven't been cooped up in here for five hellish days. So I suggest you stop trying to tell me what I should do!" At that he stormed away, threw himself onto his cot, and pretended to sleep.
There was something about the way he said that, that was so familiar to Hermione. . .But he had no right to go yelling at her like that, but then again its amazing what being stuck in a prison could do. She mentally kicked herself, because for some reason, she felt hurt. But then again, she had every right to.
Why did it bother her so much? She remained on the cold floor for a while, until she was sure that Serpent was sleeping. She peeked at him, lying on the cot, with no blankets on. He was shivering. Picking up the blankets from the bottom of the bed, she placed the sheet over him, and slowly walked away, sure not to wake him. "Good night" she whispered. Little did she see, a pair of empty gray eyes, staring at her from across the room.
Hermione had long been asleep, her thoughts drifted back and forth.
--a large dining hall- 4 grand tables-a man standing with robes in front of a crowd-a large gathering-talking---laughing---a boy with a blurred face -- wearing green robes, smirking with a group of friends---he was fading--- slowly dissolving-----
She woke up with a sudden jolt. It was so familiar, the dream. . .the large hall. . . she had been there before, and she had seen the man before. But when? Where? Sighing, she eventually curled up and drifted into a dreamless slumber.
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A few hours later, Hermione awoke, unaware if it was even morning, because there were no windows anywhere in view. She looked up in the dimly lit room to see that "Serpent" was eating at the run down table. Trudging on over, she pulled out the other mismatching chair and sat down. "What is that?" she said flatly, pointing to the food he was eating.
"Rye bread" he replied, using the same flat tone. He held out his hand and offered her a piece of the bread. She refused, she still hadn't completely forgiven him for acting like a jerk last night.
He shifted uncomfortably, debating with himself what he should say. He didn't want her mad at him, and she certainly looked pissed off. He tried to say the words in his head, but for some reason it was hard to do. . .there was a small voice in the back of his head "show no emotion, son. . .no hurt. . .no pain. . .no sympathy. He concluded he was going insane, and looked in the pleading eyes of the girl across from him. "I. . ." he stuttered "I'm, erm. . . sorry."
Hermione laughed to herself, realizing how uncomfortable he was at saying it. It must have taken him a lot to shake his foolish pride. It was a simple thing really, to do, but she supposed she'd stop trying to understand it. "S'ok, Serpent" she said, with a half grin.
"Serpent?" he snorted.
"Yes" She replied cheerfully "That's apparently what all the guards around here call you" she pointed to his necklace. "So that's what I'll call you."
"Great" he rolled his eyes. "Then what should I call you. You don't remember your birth name by any chance?"
"Nope. But I've always liked the name Athena." Hermione said, referring to the Greek Goddess of wisdom. He nodded and said that he'd call her that, until they figured out who they were at least. The two sat in silence, consuming their stale bread.
Hermione felt the coldness again, she looked as several of the dementors glided past their cell. "Morning checkups." Muttered Serpent. "After this they collect our food, and they leave for some time."
When they left, Hermione asked him how why he ended up in prison. After all, she was curious. He looked up, his eyes wandering around the cell. "Breaking into an office. . ." he drifted a bit more trying to recall "I'm not sure I was aware I was doing it. . . but this Dumbledore guy didn't appreciate it much. . ." he paused for a moment "LETS BREAK OUT, 'ATHENA!"
Hermione looked at him like he was insane. "Are you bloody mad?"she looked around frantically. But at the same time she wanted more than anything to get out. "how." She responded hastily, it didn't seem like something she'd usually do, but then again, how bad can things get?
"When they come and remove our meal. . .you just run out, and try and lock them in the room." he said hastily. Serpent was consumed by his own plan and Hermoine just sat there nervously. Soon the guards opened the lock, and quickly shuffled in to clean up the mess. One guard stood outside the door.
Hermione watched as Serpent approached the guard and kicked him square in the groin, and watched as he kneeled over in pain. She felt a sharp tug on her arm and found she was being dragged along and commanded to run like hell, from Serpent.
They kept running and running, but the coldness came again. They had almost got to the doorway, when the reached a barricade of dementors. They looked at each other, obvious expressions of fear on both faces.
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They were waiting in a dark room with two stools in the middle. A congregation of the masked guards were huddled together, discussing their punishment. Hermione turned to Serpent. "Its all your fault!" she hissed through gritted teeth.
"My fault?" he replied in a terse, but arrogant whisper. "YOU should have stopped me, but YOU went right along with it. My fault, my ass."
Hermione looked offended "Well at least I didn't come up with this **brilliant** idea! 'Oh! Let's just attempt to escape from a top notch prison, with evil dark things lurking about it..!" She stared into his gray eyes, and saw his eyebrows thin, he apparently didn't take well to being mocked. ***Serves him right!*** thought Hermione.
"Stuff it, I'm warning you." Serpent replied, because he couldn't think up anything better.
Hermione was about to come up with a witty response, but she saw the guards silent staring at the two bickering. She resented to just giving him a death glare, and they remained silent not talking to each other.
The guards were whispering to each other, and Hermione strained her ears trying to hear what the guards were saying. "They were ESCAPING Ray!" one of the guards said in a deep voice "According to the rules, the Dementor's kiss is in order!"
The other guards gasped and a chorus of mutters, "But that's.that's.worse then death!"
"Don't you think that's a little drastic? They don't look older than 22!" The one named Ray spoke. "Remember, The Boss said that they had no memory."
Hermione took a moment to look Serpent dead in the eye. His face seemed to be paralyzed in a fear. **What could be worse then death?** They were both thinking the same thing.
She breathed out a sigh of relief when the guard who suggested the 'kiss' spoke up resentfully "Fine. At least a High Voltage Top Notch cell. . .WITH A DEMENTOR GAURDING, incase they feel any need to break loose again." He demanded, eyeing the two suspiciously.
The other guards nodded, some more eagerly then the others, and two dementors were summoned to escort them to their new cell. It was a longer walk, and when they got there, they found that there were no bars, but solid walls. It reminded Hermione of a psychiatric ward. There was one double sized bed, and the floor had one rug on it. The bathroom was slightly nicer, and there was the same beat up tables and chairs.
"One bed?!?!" they both said at the same time. Serpent smirked devilishly.
Hermione threw him a disgusted glare. "How can you think perverted at a time like this?"
He tried to look innocent and hide his smirk "Who said I was thinking anything perverted? Get your mind outta the gutter."
Giving in, she just rolled her eyes, no use fighting with him. She crashed down onto one of the chairs, tapping her foot impatiently. **When am I getting out of this hellhole!** she thought to herself. She didn't like this whole prison thing too much.
Soon a cold came in. . .she recognized this cold feel on her skin. From the corner of her eye she could see the clammy hands of a dementor, approaching closely; coming nearer and nearer. She inched her way over to Serpent, who was also looking quite frightened.
"I'm so scared" she muttered under her breath. Serpent looked at her, and she that he looked scared too, but Hermione knew better now that he'd never admit to it. Without knowing it, she grabbed on to his hand tightly as the dementor got nearer and nearer. The world got colder as she could feel the dementor's icy breath on her skin. . .
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Author's Note: Just a Lil Cliffhanger there to keep you goin. I know this chapter wasn't real exciting, but I couldn't just skip to the action, because Hermione and "Serpent" (who u all probably know who he really is), need time to get acquainted, and that's what this chapter was for. I promise there'll be more action and more of the plot will be revealed after time, so I hope u stay with me.
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XOXO
JAYE
-Getting Acquainted-
Disclaimer: Thanks to Fanfiction.net I have been able to take the characters JK Rowling brought to life, and use them to write my own fic. None of these are mine, and I only own the plot. At that being said, please be kind and don't sue. Read on.
** are character thoughts. I know the summary gives away what is happening so far, but I promise that after the intro is done there will be more surprises and twists. ^_^
Summary: Hermione Granger finds herself in Wizarding Prison after committing a murder she did not remember committing. Her memory is totally gone, and she's stuck in a crummy prison cell with the mysterious, yet gorgeous "Serpent" whose memory has also been modified.
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Hermione collapsed in a fit of laughter, on the floor, after taking a severe pillowing to the head, laughing like she was a child again. It seemed like forever since she had a good laugh. Serpent stood staring at her, eyes fixated. Hermione, realizing she must look like a complete fool, stopped. She noted that many of the black creatures glided nearer to their cell . . . the cold. . .all the happiness she had just felt was moving away. . .gone.
Serpent inched closer to mutter something in her ear "They are drawn to happiness. . . don't laugh!" Hermione had by then stopped, but didn't dare start again. Within five minutes the creatures left. She didn't dare laugh again; she didn't want them to return.
She made her way to the bathroom and summoned the gray-eyed boy to sit next to her. He did, and she pulled the bathroom curtain closed. He eyed her warily, "What the bloody hell. . ."
'I **don't** want to see those. . . things. . . again." Hermione shuddered.
"Dementors?"
Hermione looked up, "Is that what they're called?"
Serpent replied nonchalantly, "Yeah, some of the guards were talking about them. . .suck all the happiness away"
"So I see." She replied in the same tone. "You lost your memory too, I suppose?"
The young man stared at her with his icy gray eyes and nodded "I guess so, on account of I don't know who the hell I am."
Hermione nodded understandingly. She muttered quietly to herself, trying to sort out her predicament. "I. . .I. . ." she tried to recall, and did not realize how loudly she was speaking "I found myself standing over a dead body. . .confusing. . . people all around. . ."
She was interrupted by Serpent, "YOU killed somebody?" he tried to hide a smirk, but he didn't do a very good job of it. "You just don't strike me as the type. . . who's the lucky guy?"
Hermione gave him a death glare, how dare he make her situation a laughing matter. There certainly wasn't anything funny about murder. She continued to give him an icy glare, but answered his question anyway. "Potter something. . . Harry I think."
He snorted and tried to cover up another smirk "THE Harry Potter?" Hermione returned to giving him an icy stare.
"Its **Not* funny!" she said sternly "Why, do you know him?!"
He stopped to ponder for a minute, and said "Yes. . . no. . .Argh! I don't KNOW! It sounds so familiar, yet so strange." Hermione managed to smile weakly at him, she knew what it was like not remembering a thing. "I want my memory back. . ." she concluded aloud. He nodded solemnly, and the two sat in silence for several minutes only the sound of the dripping faucet in the background.
"I. WILL. KILL. THAT. DAMNED. FAUCET!" Serpent yelled. He started to think that he was loosing his mind, and a small voice in back of him said "Don't show any emotion" but he ignored it. He couldn't stand this place.
"Shhh don't scream" Hermione shot him a frightened look, taken aback that he had actually made a big deal over a dripping faucet.
"Its not like this place isn't already a damned madhouse for Merlin's sake!" he said in the same loud, harsh voice. Hermione was still taken aback.
"Well you don't have to scream about it." Hermione persisted.
"Piss off, Know-it-all. You think you know everything, don't you? Well you haven't been cooped up in here for five hellish days. So I suggest you stop trying to tell me what I should do!" At that he stormed away, threw himself onto his cot, and pretended to sleep.
There was something about the way he said that, that was so familiar to Hermione. . .But he had no right to go yelling at her like that, but then again its amazing what being stuck in a prison could do. She mentally kicked herself, because for some reason, she felt hurt. But then again, she had every right to.
Why did it bother her so much? She remained on the cold floor for a while, until she was sure that Serpent was sleeping. She peeked at him, lying on the cot, with no blankets on. He was shivering. Picking up the blankets from the bottom of the bed, she placed the sheet over him, and slowly walked away, sure not to wake him. "Good night" she whispered. Little did she see, a pair of empty gray eyes, staring at her from across the room.
Hermione had long been asleep, her thoughts drifted back and forth.
--a large dining hall- 4 grand tables-a man standing with robes in front of a crowd-a large gathering-talking---laughing---a boy with a blurred face -- wearing green robes, smirking with a group of friends---he was fading--- slowly dissolving-----
She woke up with a sudden jolt. It was so familiar, the dream. . .the large hall. . . she had been there before, and she had seen the man before. But when? Where? Sighing, she eventually curled up and drifted into a dreamless slumber.
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A few hours later, Hermione awoke, unaware if it was even morning, because there were no windows anywhere in view. She looked up in the dimly lit room to see that "Serpent" was eating at the run down table. Trudging on over, she pulled out the other mismatching chair and sat down. "What is that?" she said flatly, pointing to the food he was eating.
"Rye bread" he replied, using the same flat tone. He held out his hand and offered her a piece of the bread. She refused, she still hadn't completely forgiven him for acting like a jerk last night.
He shifted uncomfortably, debating with himself what he should say. He didn't want her mad at him, and she certainly looked pissed off. He tried to say the words in his head, but for some reason it was hard to do. . .there was a small voice in the back of his head "show no emotion, son. . .no hurt. . .no pain. . .no sympathy. He concluded he was going insane, and looked in the pleading eyes of the girl across from him. "I. . ." he stuttered "I'm, erm. . . sorry."
Hermione laughed to herself, realizing how uncomfortable he was at saying it. It must have taken him a lot to shake his foolish pride. It was a simple thing really, to do, but she supposed she'd stop trying to understand it. "S'ok, Serpent" she said, with a half grin.
"Serpent?" he snorted.
"Yes" She replied cheerfully "That's apparently what all the guards around here call you" she pointed to his necklace. "So that's what I'll call you."
"Great" he rolled his eyes. "Then what should I call you. You don't remember your birth name by any chance?"
"Nope. But I've always liked the name Athena." Hermione said, referring to the Greek Goddess of wisdom. He nodded and said that he'd call her that, until they figured out who they were at least. The two sat in silence, consuming their stale bread.
Hermione felt the coldness again, she looked as several of the dementors glided past their cell. "Morning checkups." Muttered Serpent. "After this they collect our food, and they leave for some time."
When they left, Hermione asked him how why he ended up in prison. After all, she was curious. He looked up, his eyes wandering around the cell. "Breaking into an office. . ." he drifted a bit more trying to recall "I'm not sure I was aware I was doing it. . . but this Dumbledore guy didn't appreciate it much. . ." he paused for a moment "LETS BREAK OUT, 'ATHENA!"
Hermione looked at him like he was insane. "Are you bloody mad?"she looked around frantically. But at the same time she wanted more than anything to get out. "how." She responded hastily, it didn't seem like something she'd usually do, but then again, how bad can things get?
"When they come and remove our meal. . .you just run out, and try and lock them in the room." he said hastily. Serpent was consumed by his own plan and Hermoine just sat there nervously. Soon the guards opened the lock, and quickly shuffled in to clean up the mess. One guard stood outside the door.
Hermione watched as Serpent approached the guard and kicked him square in the groin, and watched as he kneeled over in pain. She felt a sharp tug on her arm and found she was being dragged along and commanded to run like hell, from Serpent.
They kept running and running, but the coldness came again. They had almost got to the doorway, when the reached a barricade of dementors. They looked at each other, obvious expressions of fear on both faces.
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They were waiting in a dark room with two stools in the middle. A congregation of the masked guards were huddled together, discussing their punishment. Hermione turned to Serpent. "Its all your fault!" she hissed through gritted teeth.
"My fault?" he replied in a terse, but arrogant whisper. "YOU should have stopped me, but YOU went right along with it. My fault, my ass."
Hermione looked offended "Well at least I didn't come up with this **brilliant** idea! 'Oh! Let's just attempt to escape from a top notch prison, with evil dark things lurking about it..!" She stared into his gray eyes, and saw his eyebrows thin, he apparently didn't take well to being mocked. ***Serves him right!*** thought Hermione.
"Stuff it, I'm warning you." Serpent replied, because he couldn't think up anything better.
Hermione was about to come up with a witty response, but she saw the guards silent staring at the two bickering. She resented to just giving him a death glare, and they remained silent not talking to each other.
The guards were whispering to each other, and Hermione strained her ears trying to hear what the guards were saying. "They were ESCAPING Ray!" one of the guards said in a deep voice "According to the rules, the Dementor's kiss is in order!"
The other guards gasped and a chorus of mutters, "But that's.that's.worse then death!"
"Don't you think that's a little drastic? They don't look older than 22!" The one named Ray spoke. "Remember, The Boss said that they had no memory."
Hermione took a moment to look Serpent dead in the eye. His face seemed to be paralyzed in a fear. **What could be worse then death?** They were both thinking the same thing.
She breathed out a sigh of relief when the guard who suggested the 'kiss' spoke up resentfully "Fine. At least a High Voltage Top Notch cell. . .WITH A DEMENTOR GAURDING, incase they feel any need to break loose again." He demanded, eyeing the two suspiciously.
The other guards nodded, some more eagerly then the others, and two dementors were summoned to escort them to their new cell. It was a longer walk, and when they got there, they found that there were no bars, but solid walls. It reminded Hermione of a psychiatric ward. There was one double sized bed, and the floor had one rug on it. The bathroom was slightly nicer, and there was the same beat up tables and chairs.
"One bed?!?!" they both said at the same time. Serpent smirked devilishly.
Hermione threw him a disgusted glare. "How can you think perverted at a time like this?"
He tried to look innocent and hide his smirk "Who said I was thinking anything perverted? Get your mind outta the gutter."
Giving in, she just rolled her eyes, no use fighting with him. She crashed down onto one of the chairs, tapping her foot impatiently. **When am I getting out of this hellhole!** she thought to herself. She didn't like this whole prison thing too much.
Soon a cold came in. . .she recognized this cold feel on her skin. From the corner of her eye she could see the clammy hands of a dementor, approaching closely; coming nearer and nearer. She inched her way over to Serpent, who was also looking quite frightened.
"I'm so scared" she muttered under her breath. Serpent looked at her, and she that he looked scared too, but Hermione knew better now that he'd never admit to it. Without knowing it, she grabbed on to his hand tightly as the dementor got nearer and nearer. The world got colder as she could feel the dementor's icy breath on her skin. . .
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Author's Note: Just a Lil Cliffhanger there to keep you goin. I know this chapter wasn't real exciting, but I couldn't just skip to the action, because Hermione and "Serpent" (who u all probably know who he really is), need time to get acquainted, and that's what this chapter was for. I promise there'll be more action and more of the plot will be revealed after time, so I hope u stay with me.
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REVIEWER THANK YOUS!!!
Huggs326 - u were my first reviewer **applauds madly** im glad u don't think im copyin anybody, that's what I was trying to avoid.
Jamie - thanx a million. I wont add anything else b/c I'll just talk to you in school.
MissyBird12 --**sends a hallmark thank you card** glad u liked the first chappie!
CactusCream-yay. Glad u liked it **Feels special b/c she got a thumbs up** im workin on the updates fast.
And also special thanks to Bon Bon, Amanda and Jenni who read my rough copy that I write in that cool looking orange book. Shoutouts to Diamond as well, though she hasn't read it yet. Now, I am sad to report, am out like a fat kid in dodge ball.
XOXO
JAYE