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Broken

Chapter 2: The Stranger

Day's and night's had passed slowly by but there was no escape, he was coming for him. The time ticked in his head like a bomb waiting for the right moment to explode. The pain was worse then anything bearable, every movement caused another gasp of agony. When will this end? Tears strained down each cheek, but no matter how long there was crying, the pain did not lift. It peeled the skin invisibly causing more anger towards the man. The man who had caused so many lives grieves, pain and forever agony. The man who controlled everyone in his path, including the most powerful witches and wizards. How did Harry Potter stand up to him?

After many days of walking and flying, a small town came to view behind the hidden forests. The town was quiet and almost deserted but that wasn't the problem. I need to rest. After searching for a place to lay down, a small gap of a fence could be glimpsed showing a small park. The park was just as empty as the streets. There was swings and a small sand box. But in the far corner there was a bench covered by the leaves that had fallen from the maple tree that was right behind it. The dark figure had laid down after brushing off the leaves. A small nap, that's all I need. Within a second the eyes closed and the figure fallen in a dreamless sleep.

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The sun rose causing the whole room to become bright with the stream of sun ray. Hermione slowly fluttered her eyes open to adjust to the light and groaned. I might as well get up. Hermione rose to her feet and walked across the hall to her bathroom. My very own bathroom. Hermione sighed and started to strip off her pajamas.

After a warm shower, Hermione combed her hair and brushed her teeth. She slowly walked back to her room staring at the endless clothes. What to wear? After another minute of pondering, Hermione decided on a pink short skirt that showed her long thighs and a white tank top. She decided to let her hair drop down across her shoulders. No point in making it look good. Hermione was fed up with the frizzness of her hair but gave up on her sixth year at Hogwarts.

Hermione just then remembered the list of things to do. Write letters. She ran out of her room and into the study room to write a letter for her two best friends who still waited for her reply. Hermione hadn't had the chance to sit down and think while she was still busy fixing her new apartment her parents had bought for her with the help of the Weasley's. Today was her free day, to mop around the house so it was the perfect chance to write the letters. Hermione opened a small drawer in her desk and took out the letters that they had sent her. First was Ron's, she could tell with the scribbling but readable.

Dear Mione,

We miss you so much. Well anyways Mom told me you got a new apartment, I can't wait to see it. The family is doing great I guess but I hope you write back soon. Harry and me want to go watch the Quidditch World Cup with you and later we can all decide on whether to go to a restaurant. Well, whatever you choose let us know. I got to go now, Harry wants to go to Hogsmeade.

Love, Ron.

Hermione took a deep breath in and opened the second letter that had come with it.

Dear Hermione,

It's Harry, well yea I miss you too. First of all congratulation to your new apartment. Hopefully you can help me out to find one too. Ron has been upset for the past week and it's getting me fed up. The reason is that after you left us on the station Ron and me went to look for Ginny. You won't believe what we found out. Ginny was kissing Dean Thomas in one of the Compartments. Imagine how Ron had reacted. He knocked him out and me and Ginny and to hold them down. Ron hasn't spoken to Ginny since that day. Anyways I want this silence between them to end so please write back soon.

P.S. let me know if your coming with us to the game.

Love, Harry.

Hermione wasn't shocked or disgusted with the second letter because she knew about Ginny's little romance. At least she has one. Hermione opened another small drawer and took out three pieces of parchment and quill. She decided to write to Harry first.

Dear Harry,

I would love to search for an apartment with you. If you want you can even live with me for awhile, if Ron is being an ass. But anyways I miss you just as much and I will definitely come to the Game with you guys. Tell me when it is and time so I can come to the Burrow.

Now on to the more important issue, Ginny is in love and Ron just needs to understand that. I wasn't surprised when you told me about her and Dean because I already knew. I never told anyone because it wasn't in my place to talk about her love life. I hope you aren't mad that I didn't at least tell you because Ginny trusted me and I couldn't tell on her. But now that everyone knows I will write to Ginny.

Love, Mione.

Hermione took the next parchment and wrote to Ron.

Dear Ron,

First I would like to say that I am coming to the game with you and Harry. Secondly, I love my new home I will definitely let you visit. Harry had just told me about what happened with you and Ginny and I need to explain to you that as much as she is your little sister she is also a young women. She is in love. You need to understand that Ron. I know it hurts that it had to be Dean but I mean think about it. He is a good friend to you, he loves your sister and he would never hurt her. Wouldn't it be better then her choosing a Slytherin? Now if you hate me after you read this because I told you the truth and you can't handle it, fine with me. Because it shows that you are being childish about this.

Love, Mione.

Hermione's hand had begun to hurt but she continued to write on the last parchment.

Dear Ginny,

I'm sorry I didn't say my good bye's to you on the train but I miss you dearly. I heard about the little confrontation with Ron but don't worry about it. I will handle him. But you need to talk to him, make him understand your side of the story don't hate each other. You have no idea how lucky you are to be young and in love and if you are truly happy no one should take that away from you. I wish you the best and much love.

Love, Mione.

Hermione took the letters and attached them with red strings to hold them together. Then she strolled over the corner of the room where Harry's owl was and tied it around his leg. The owl was beautiful and the white feathers were soft, it reminded her of her pillows at Hogwarts. It brought sadness to her heart but she quickly shook the feeling away. The owl hooted at her and she smiled back.

"You're so beautiful. Well anyways here's the letters. Send it to the Burrow." Hermione patted it one last time before letting it go. "Thanks." She whispered as the owl flew through her open window. Hermione smiled and walked out the room. She wondered what she was forgetting to do and just then it hit her when she walked into her kitchen. Bread and milk, great. Hermione grabbed her purse and slipped on her whit flip flops and quickly dashed out the apartment.

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The breeze in mid July was wonderful. The neighbor hood was full of children playing on the streets and park. After a second of wondering whether to walk through the park or take the long way back, her stomach quickly decided for her. I'm so hungry. Hermione whistled to herself as she casually walked on the path that divided the park when she suddenly saw children poking someone with a stick.

"I think he's dead." One child squeaked.

"No it can't be. It's breathing." The other announced.

The children kept touching and suddenly stepped back when the person moved. Hermione shook her head in disbelief. Kids these days, I should help that man. Hermione strolled over to the bench the man was lying on. He had a long cape covering his entire body. He seemed to be in deep sleep. Hermione gasped when she saw a broomstick underneath the bench. A wizard, I really need to help him. He looks like a mess. Hermione uncovered his hood and watched the pale face of a young wizard stir. He had bruises and cuts along his face. His rich dark brown hair was all over his face. He looks handsome if it hadn't been for the bruises. Hermione took out her wand and levitated him to sit. Suddenly the young man woke up with a sudden shock.

"Get away from me!" He screamed at her then calmed down when he took a good look at her. Hermione stared at him angrily.

"How dare you yell at me! I just wanted to help you!" Hermione got up and started to walk away from him. He quickly rose and fell back when he screamed in pain. "Ah!"

Hermione gasped and turned to look at him. He held his side and was looking down. I can't leave him like this. Hermione walked over to him and knelt down to see his face. This is when she noticed the grey eyes that glared at her in pain. Those eyes...

"What do you want?" The young man hissed.

"To help you. You look like you've been in a fight. Do you need anything?" Hermione said.

"No I don't need anything from you. Go away!" He yelled. Hermione's attitude changed, she was just insulted from an injured wizard.

"I hope you never get up again!" Hermione waked off and this time didn't look back at him.

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Hermione lay on the couch reading one of her favorite books, Life Behind An Auror. She was also munching on her favorite chocolate sweats when she heard a bang on the door. Hermione rolled her eyes in frustration and got up to open the door. Must be Mom or Dad, she thought. The door banged louder and this time Hermione got angry. They wouldn't knock like that. Hermione unlocked the door slowly, not expecting to see who stood before her.

"You?" Hermione said. It was the young man she had earlier yelled at and wondered how he had found her. "How do you know where I live?" The man smirked at her evilly. He was leaning against the door frame and clutching to his stomach.

"I followed....you here. I.... don't usually.... beg but... I need.... your help." The man said taking slow gasps of breath between each word. Hermione smiled at him and shook her head. Silly man. She took his arm over her shoulder and carried him into the living room. She slowly laid him down, each time he winced in pain. Poor thing. Hermione thought of an idea and walked out of the room. She entered her study room and searched her school bag for any antidotes that will help this man's pain ease. Hermione finally found a potion that she had brewed in her last year at Hogwarts and ran back to the living room.

"Here, drink this. It will help." Hermione gave him the potion and watched him gulp it down and then rest his head back down. He held his eyes shut for a minute then opened them to watch her. In an instant his scratches, bruises and cuts faded away. "How do you feel?" Hermione asked.

He winced once as he moved his hand away from his stomach. "Hungry." He replied. Hermione nodded at him and walked off to the kitchen that was a few feet away. She found some bread and made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and poured a glass of orange juice.

"Here, I hope it helps." Hermione watched him quickly bite into the sandwich as if he never ate. A sudden guilt came to her. What if he had never asked for my help.

Authorz Notez: Oh. So who do you think the stranger is? Don't let the grey eye thing fool you. But then again your assumptions could be right? or wrong? Oh well. Review.