With All My Strength
Hey!!! This is KitKat001 here, and I'm about to start up my fic! Okay, so lets have a little explanation about the story first. First of all, this story is about Hermoine. She is the one telling the story, when you see words such as 'I, Me,' and so on… Second of all, I have no idea why I am explaining all of this to you. Anyways, this story will require people to read and review. Sorry, let me say that again clears throat REVIEW. Anyways, without further ado, let me get on with the story, and I will remind you that I have other stories out there which I would be pleased if you read, and tell me what you think! So here goes nothing…
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry potter, nor do I own anything but some of the men and the plot of this story. Please, enjoy.
Part One
All alone, I slip into a deep memory of which I cannot really remember. Did that sound at all weird to you? It made my body shiver. A memory that was lost and forgotten, and only once in a while coming into clear view. I had only been lying in bed for about an hour or two, when I realized that it was almost Holidays. I loved Holidays, because I was still able to stay in Hogwarts with Harry and Ron, but I didn't have to worry about my projects. I always loved doing projects though; it was just lately it seemed like too much was going on.
Someone had told me once, that if you love being with someone, then you should tell them. You should make it clear, so that what could possibly happen, always had the chance to. Harry had always been a brother to me. Always looking out for me, while I looked out for him. Sort of a 'you lean on me and I will dido'. It was an, 'I'll be there for you' relationship.
And then there was Ron. Shy, blushing, Ron. A guy that I could trust with my life, if he ever held it in his hands. I would glance at him sometimes, and feel an empty hole in the pit of my stomach. Sometimes it hurt, and made me want to grab my belly so my insides wouldn't pour out, even though I knew it just felt it. When I hugged him, or he came close to me, the empty feeling would hit me harder, and I thought that maybe it was because I knew he wasn't with me in the way I wanted him to be.
There was a cold whisper that hung in the air, calling out my name in long hollow shrieks that only I could hear. No one in their beds moved, and no one stirred from the noises I was hearing. They were becoming louder and louder, but I didn't know what was going on.
People began to wake up, blinking their weary eyes and looking at the alarm clocks beside their beds. They were all murmuring softly to one another, but none to me. I was already out of bed, putting my hand on the cold doorknob and tugging at my nightgown.
As I opened the door and started walking down the steps of the corridor, I heard a familiar voice from the common room.
"Bloody hell! How the hell did they get here? The broke the barrier!"
In an instant I knew whom the voice belonged to. It was Ron, and he didn't sound too happy to see whatever was there waiting for him. Some more screams followed from some girls, and then gasps and cursing from some boys. I didn't want to keep going down the steps, but whatever it was, was coming up to get me.
I pushed at the sides of a bag I was trapped in. I heard gasps and heavy breathing. Then I heard the whisper of a name that seemed to be trapped in with me.
"Ron… Ron, Ron!"
Then I swallowed deeply. The voice was me, and I was calling to someone who couldn't hear me. Someone who might not even be alive. Then my mind pulled itself back to the image of a man. A dark itchy beard was lining his face, and shaggy hair that swung around his chin line. More men were there, helping him. As well as a dark blackened monster. It was tall and gangly with yellow scrunched up fingernails that had holes in them like something had been eating away at it. White eyes looked etched into the creature, and it had no pupil. It had two thin horns, almost like that of a mountain goat that curled and reached its chin. Its fur hung loosely around its ankles and elbows.
But it wasn't the monster that stained my mind as much as the men. They were pushing us into boxes and bags, and loading us on carts. Their smiles were crooked and toothless. Good men, who had become traitors.
I was thrown into a cart, still in the bag they had put me in. The opening of the bag hung loose, so I started to wearily crawl out of it and look around. Other people were in the cart with me. It was wooden and had a cage around it. A dark dragon was pulling the cart and beginning to lift of the ground, as a tarp was thrown over our cage. It prevented the man from being able to hear people yelling at him, but it also prevented the wind to beat on our faces.
I found myself whispering for Ron again. Was he okay? Was he even alive?
"Hermoine?" Said a familiar voice behind me.
I turned and looked into Ron's deep eyes. Then I looked away. I had never really looked into Ron's eyes before. I had always looked into his eyes without thinking about it. Or maybe, it was because his eyes looked deep and protective.
"Thank god, Ron!" I gasped.
Ron smiled at me. I couldn't help it anymore. I ran into his arms and hugged him tightly, as he leaned down so I could fully wrap my arms around his neck, and hugged me back.
"What are we going to do, Ron?" I whispered into his ear.
Ron hugged me even tighter and then loosened his grip. I let go and he straightened himself.
"Dumbledore always has protected Hogwarts well." Ron said. "They must have been able to break through the barrier, or something awful must have happened to Dumbledore."
I shivered and looked around as Ron's eyes studied every face and corner. He then turned back to me and looked at me with confusion.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Is it just me…" Ron started, "or is everyone who was captured just from the Slytherin and Griffindor house?"
I looked around. He was right. Neville, Pansy, Draco, and so many others. They were just from those two houses.
Ron and I had sat together in a corner, just talking. We were wondering why it was only Griffindor and Slytherin, and we were wondering where Harry was. We were wondering where Ginny was as well. We were wondering so many things, but had no answers to give.
The cart halted to a stop and I flung forward, scraping against the wooden floor. A man reached in and grabbed me by my hair, lifting me off the ground and holding me to his face. He stared me in the eye, still holding my hair close to my scalp, so I could feel his cold knuckles. She looked over and Ron had jumped up defensively, only to be knocked out cold by the handle of a long gun.
I looked the man straight in the eyes. His eyes were cold, looking me up and down. Then he threw me to the ground and Ron had gained consciousness, trying to pull himself to his feet as he kept a watchful eye on me.
"I like this one." The man said.
I pulled myself up from the ground and looked at him with disgust written on my face. "What do you want from us?" I asked.
"This isn't Hogwarts anymore." The man said. "We have humans and wizards alike, working against you and the armies of Dumbledore. Dumbledore is a threat you know."
I forced myself to laugh. "Really? I never would have guessed."
The man shot me a glance and continued. "You will be held with guns, wands and anything mixed with the world of man and magic. You have two options. Option A, is you do what we say, and you live a bit longer."
"And option B?" Ron asked, gaining his composure.
"You die. And you don't want to be an example of that, do you?" The man said, yet he waited for no reply. "Send them to their dungeon. You work for me now."
I spat. "I rather die than work against Dumbledore."
The man laughed. "I'm sorry, but you will be doing both."
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