Désirer
Synopsis: Hogwarts has turned into a living nightmare. Why has Draco's signature smirk faded? Why is the pain taking over Harry's mind? Overall why does Hermione walk around with a smile that glows in her eyes?
Disclaimer note: This is a comedy that I thought up on the spot. I do not (repeat DO NOT) own any of the Harry Potter characters or any thing else J.K. Rowling has copyrighted. I'm just a kid with a twisted mind...
Chapter 3:
The Feathers of a Phoenix
Snapping back from my reverie I look around the library. Ron and Harry have just realized that with the Dark Lord ruling the world they will most likely never play Quidditch again.
"Hermione..." Harry called out my name weakly. I should say normally, his voice has been weak since the downfall.
"What is it now Harry?" This might sound harsh, but the world is tough. I can't baby him forever.
"Do remember Fawkes, Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry, yes I do." My eyes became glassy. I was remembering. Fawkes was the one memory I have been trying to forget. Fawkes was the memory that made my voice icy, the memory that made my heart hollow and black.
After Voldemort had dismissed everyone he wanted to dismiss, he dragged me off into Dumbledore's office. Once we were there he quickly changed all the decorations, the room became decorated completely in red and black.
"I know I am the heir of Slytherein, but I have to be a bit unique." He said as if to explain the colors.
I remember his actions so clearly. He beckoned for me to sit in the big headmaster's chair behind the desk. I was a bit nervous, but then he began to speak and my trauma really started.
"Hermione Granger, oh my, you are beautiful. However that is only part of the reason I am in love with you. You my dear will have my beautiful children and you, my dear, will be my beautiful wife."
He then levitated me off the chair and sat on it himself, only to levitate me into his lap. As he stroked my hair and softly kissed my neck, I thought about how much I enjoyed it when Harry did this to me. Suddenly I remembered that if Voldemort was taking over the school Harry would be in danger. That was when I decided to go along with his plans. That was when I decided to give up everything for Harry.
"My Lord," I said sweetly playing the role of the obeying mistress, "If I were to be you wife. To have you beautiful children, would you promise me one thing?"
"Yes my dear. Anything at all."
"Is that a promise?" Acting lessons had paid off I was close to tears, but I did not show it.
"Would I do anything but promise the world to my dearest love?"
"Would you promise to be that Harry Potter, my friend forever, will be safe from your wrath?" I was breathing with difficulty, my heart was ready to come out of my chest. Suddenly his snakish eyes became slits, a beam of red fire. I was knocked to the floor as he stood up in a fit of anger.
"I come here to declare my undying love for you and all you care about is you lightning scarred friend?!" I knew I was so very mistaken in asking for the life of my good friend Harry Potter. I could see that his rage would not blow over quickly. "Perhaps I should just forget about you. Perhaps I should just terminate you and your stupid little friend Harry Potter all at once. Now how do you like the sound of that?"
Fear had overtaken the function of my body. I tried to move away from him but I couldn't stand up. I couldn't crawl, all I could do was curl myself self into a small ball on the floor as Voldemort threw every heavy object in the room at me. Suddenly the violence stopped. I felt his presence standing over me, I heard the thump of a body unto he stone floor.
"My love, Hermione. Forgive me for the fear and pain I have caused you, please. I will promise you your wish and more. I will not harm Harry Potter nor Ron Weasly or any other friend of yours." I uncurled and his red slits met my brown eyes. His voice lowered to a seducing whisper as he said, "My only wish is that you show undying love to me and only to me."
"Yes my love." I looked away, I felt so very guilty. I knew that although I had saved Harry's life he would never forgive me for this. I knew that he would never understand that my undying love for him was what inclined me to give my world as I know up to Voldemort, his enemy forever. My eyes rised from the floor. I stared directly in front of me. That was when I saw Fawkes sitting calmly on his perch, crying.
Synopsis: Hogwarts has turned into a living nightmare. Why has Draco's signature smirk faded? Why is the pain taking over Harry's mind? Overall why does Hermione walk around with a smile that glows in her eyes?
Disclaimer note: This is a comedy that I thought up on the spot. I do not (repeat DO NOT) own any of the Harry Potter characters or any thing else J.K. Rowling has copyrighted. I'm just a kid with a twisted mind...
Chapter 3:
The Feathers of a Phoenix
Snapping back from my reverie I look around the library. Ron and Harry have just realized that with the Dark Lord ruling the world they will most likely never play Quidditch again.
"Hermione..." Harry called out my name weakly. I should say normally, his voice has been weak since the downfall.
"What is it now Harry?" This might sound harsh, but the world is tough. I can't baby him forever.
"Do remember Fawkes, Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry, yes I do." My eyes became glassy. I was remembering. Fawkes was the one memory I have been trying to forget. Fawkes was the memory that made my voice icy, the memory that made my heart hollow and black.
After Voldemort had dismissed everyone he wanted to dismiss, he dragged me off into Dumbledore's office. Once we were there he quickly changed all the decorations, the room became decorated completely in red and black.
"I know I am the heir of Slytherein, but I have to be a bit unique." He said as if to explain the colors.
I remember his actions so clearly. He beckoned for me to sit in the big headmaster's chair behind the desk. I was a bit nervous, but then he began to speak and my trauma really started.
"Hermione Granger, oh my, you are beautiful. However that is only part of the reason I am in love with you. You my dear will have my beautiful children and you, my dear, will be my beautiful wife."
He then levitated me off the chair and sat on it himself, only to levitate me into his lap. As he stroked my hair and softly kissed my neck, I thought about how much I enjoyed it when Harry did this to me. Suddenly I remembered that if Voldemort was taking over the school Harry would be in danger. That was when I decided to go along with his plans. That was when I decided to give up everything for Harry.
"My Lord," I said sweetly playing the role of the obeying mistress, "If I were to be you wife. To have you beautiful children, would you promise me one thing?"
"Yes my dear. Anything at all."
"Is that a promise?" Acting lessons had paid off I was close to tears, but I did not show it.
"Would I do anything but promise the world to my dearest love?"
"Would you promise to be that Harry Potter, my friend forever, will be safe from your wrath?" I was breathing with difficulty, my heart was ready to come out of my chest. Suddenly his snakish eyes became slits, a beam of red fire. I was knocked to the floor as he stood up in a fit of anger.
"I come here to declare my undying love for you and all you care about is you lightning scarred friend?!" I knew I was so very mistaken in asking for the life of my good friend Harry Potter. I could see that his rage would not blow over quickly. "Perhaps I should just forget about you. Perhaps I should just terminate you and your stupid little friend Harry Potter all at once. Now how do you like the sound of that?"
Fear had overtaken the function of my body. I tried to move away from him but I couldn't stand up. I couldn't crawl, all I could do was curl myself self into a small ball on the floor as Voldemort threw every heavy object in the room at me. Suddenly the violence stopped. I felt his presence standing over me, I heard the thump of a body unto he stone floor.
"My love, Hermione. Forgive me for the fear and pain I have caused you, please. I will promise you your wish and more. I will not harm Harry Potter nor Ron Weasly or any other friend of yours." I uncurled and his red slits met my brown eyes. His voice lowered to a seducing whisper as he said, "My only wish is that you show undying love to me and only to me."
"Yes my love." I looked away, I felt so very guilty. I knew that although I had saved Harry's life he would never forgive me for this. I knew that he would never understand that my undying love for him was what inclined me to give my world as I know up to Voldemort, his enemy forever. My eyes rised from the floor. I stared directly in front of me. That was when I saw Fawkes sitting calmly on his perch, crying.