AN: Sreuy I havent written in a while, anyway, this is actually the part where the story takes a pretty dark turn, and the story gets a bit more complicated. Thsi chappie is short but It'll get longer next time....
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A Line Between Love and Hate
Lexi Tieng
12 years later.....
It was 12 years since Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger spoke to one another. 12 years since Draco touched Hermione's soft fair skin. 12 years since Hermione looked into Draco's beautiful silver eyes. Voldemort was still in hiding but had managed to kill thousands a week all the same. Hermione was now an arour, the best of them all. Draco was a death eater and Voldemorts right hand man at that. But even time cannot break things permenantly. In some cases, matters like this can be fixed with a wave of a wand.....
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"Nite little Jamie.." Hermione Granger kissed her 4-year-old daughter goodnight. Hermione had grown into a beautiful woman with her crimped, waist long chestnut colored hair and her fair white skin. She walked down the narrow hallway of her large home stopping to look at a large photo of her, a red haired man with freckles, and a baby girl. Ron Weasley left Hermione shortly after Jamie had been born. Finally, Hermoine continued down the hall and reached the door at the very end of the hallway, opened it, and jumped on the springy bed in the far left corner.
She peered out of the window sill next to her and saw it was a full moon and was suddenly reminded of Remus. She wondered what The Order did with him on nights like this. Then she thought about Harry who had now become a member of the order himself. And then she thought of Sirius, and a sharp pain stabbed at her heart. Sure she wasn't as close to Sirius as Harry was, but she was still kind of a friend and he had spent his life in such a miserable home with evil parents and to make things worse, has always been blamed for a crime he didnt commit. Harry, Dumbledore, The Order, Ron and herself were the only ones who belived him innocent. The her mind went to Dumbledore who had passed away not too long a ago. Dumbledore was wise and courageous, and very forgiving at that. It always seemed to Hermione that Dumbledore new everything, could almost predict the future prehaps. Too bad he couldn't predict that Voldemorts first target would be him. Voldemort had manged to kill thousands of people by now, and the Arours were trying to find and catch as many of his followers as possible. But Voldemort and his many death eaters moved quickly from land to land, they went killing people across the world like a snitch-fast bludger. Which then moved Hermiones mind to Quidditch, the one sport she still did not approve of very much. During their last game at Hogwarts, Harry had won them the Quidditch Cup, he had caught the snitch after trying hard to knock Malfoy off his broom. And then her mind turned to the blond Slytherin himself. And all memories of Draco began rushing through her head....which ended with her last meeting with him at the very last stair going down the Astronomy tower......
Sighing deeply she closed her amber eyes and began to drift when she heard a sudden creaking above in the attic. Must be crookshanks.....She thought. Then another creak except this time, from the staircase. And then a loud clatter as though some one had been carrying many objects and dropped them on the floor. Hermione began to grow annoyed. Quietly, she tip-toed down to the dark hallway quietly. Another clatter came from behind one of the many doors lined up in the hall way. So, taking out her wand, she grabbed for the doorknob, turned it slowly, and then screamed.
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(AN): Sry it was short, oh well. (R&R!)
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A Line Between Love and Hate
Lexi Tieng
12 years later.....
It was 12 years since Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger spoke to one another. 12 years since Draco touched Hermione's soft fair skin. 12 years since Hermione looked into Draco's beautiful silver eyes. Voldemort was still in hiding but had managed to kill thousands a week all the same. Hermione was now an arour, the best of them all. Draco was a death eater and Voldemorts right hand man at that. But even time cannot break things permenantly. In some cases, matters like this can be fixed with a wave of a wand.....
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"Nite little Jamie.." Hermione Granger kissed her 4-year-old daughter goodnight. Hermione had grown into a beautiful woman with her crimped, waist long chestnut colored hair and her fair white skin. She walked down the narrow hallway of her large home stopping to look at a large photo of her, a red haired man with freckles, and a baby girl. Ron Weasley left Hermione shortly after Jamie had been born. Finally, Hermoine continued down the hall and reached the door at the very end of the hallway, opened it, and jumped on the springy bed in the far left corner.
She peered out of the window sill next to her and saw it was a full moon and was suddenly reminded of Remus. She wondered what The Order did with him on nights like this. Then she thought about Harry who had now become a member of the order himself. And then she thought of Sirius, and a sharp pain stabbed at her heart. Sure she wasn't as close to Sirius as Harry was, but she was still kind of a friend and he had spent his life in such a miserable home with evil parents and to make things worse, has always been blamed for a crime he didnt commit. Harry, Dumbledore, The Order, Ron and herself were the only ones who belived him innocent. The her mind went to Dumbledore who had passed away not too long a ago. Dumbledore was wise and courageous, and very forgiving at that. It always seemed to Hermione that Dumbledore new everything, could almost predict the future prehaps. Too bad he couldn't predict that Voldemorts first target would be him. Voldemort had manged to kill thousands of people by now, and the Arours were trying to find and catch as many of his followers as possible. But Voldemort and his many death eaters moved quickly from land to land, they went killing people across the world like a snitch-fast bludger. Which then moved Hermiones mind to Quidditch, the one sport she still did not approve of very much. During their last game at Hogwarts, Harry had won them the Quidditch Cup, he had caught the snitch after trying hard to knock Malfoy off his broom. And then her mind turned to the blond Slytherin himself. And all memories of Draco began rushing through her head....which ended with her last meeting with him at the very last stair going down the Astronomy tower......
Sighing deeply she closed her amber eyes and began to drift when she heard a sudden creaking above in the attic. Must be crookshanks.....She thought. Then another creak except this time, from the staircase. And then a loud clatter as though some one had been carrying many objects and dropped them on the floor. Hermione began to grow annoyed. Quietly, she tip-toed down to the dark hallway quietly. Another clatter came from behind one of the many doors lined up in the hall way. So, taking out her wand, she grabbed for the doorknob, turned it slowly, and then screamed.
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(AN): Sry it was short, oh well. (R&R!)