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Broken Lives: How the Dark Ages came to be

He sat in an empty room, contemplating all the events of his short life. The victories, and the failures. Now all that was left was the end.

The room he was sitting in had been uninhabitable since the death of its former owner. Cow-webs covered the room, and the slight gust of air would cover a person with dust. But the worst thing he had noticed about the room. Was the light that had left it. The life that once illuminated it was completely gone. It was just like the rest of the world. It was like him.

Dark, empty, and hanging by a thread to existence.

The only thing keeping him alive was her.

The door opened and a familiar face appeared. A figure stood there. His face serious and sorrowful.

At the words of the newcomer Draco Malfoy stood up and calmly picked up his wand.

"She's coming."

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The skies were gray, and the grounds look weathered. The trees hung low and empty, dead for a long time. Dust blew over the earth, softly, as the wind cried. Lamenting what had happened over these hallowed grounds, and lamenting what was yet to come.

The wind blew hot and dry, the air was thick with anger, with hatred and with power.

One woman made it so.

Smiling as she entered the grounds of what was once known as Hogwarts, she revelled at the emptiness she had created. How the place seemed so much more beautiful when it was filled with the dead.

Her eyes filled with mirth at this thought as she walked on purposefully, enjoying the sound of crushed bones at her feet.

Her one purpose?

To get inside the Hogwarts castle.

To get to Harry Potter.

Or more importantly to get to Draco Malfoy.

But....

It seemed like there wasn't going to be any need for that now. As a voice called to her.

"Hermione." the silky voice called.. A voice of one she almost called friend. One that she did call love. And now the one that stood in her way.

She turned slowly, her shadow enough to frighten what little light still hung about the place. Her hood casting a mystery over her face.

But hood or not he knew her.

Knew her stance. Knew her power. He knew her essence.

Her essence that used to be so pure. Pure until he came along.

A rustle of wind and in another blink there stood another man.

"So this is how it's going to end."

The voice belonged to her onetime friend.

She smirked under her hood.

How ironic life had become. At one time this would've been an impossible scenario.

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter standing together without fighting. Draco and Harry ready to protect one another.

Or the best yet.

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter ready to destroy the one girl they both loved. The one girl they had fought over, and would've died for.

Hermione Granger.

But she would never have had it end any other way.

She drew her hood back revealing her face.

Her face that was still beautiful. Haunting, empty of the life and rosiness that once filled it. Leaving only a paleness acquainted with the non-living. But to the two men she was about to kill, her face would always be beautiful.

At twenty six she was known and feared all over the world. For everybody knew who she was. Knew who she had been. And knew enough of what she had become to now fear and loathe her.

She was the killer of Lord Voldermort.

She was also the killer of Dumbledore.

Her greatest feat however was bringing on the Dark Ages into the world.

This is the story of how it all began and how it will all end.

So come on....

Don't you want to know how the Dark Ages came to be.

This is the story of Hermione Granger and what led her to the Dark Arts...

Her enemy and her one great love.

Draco Malfoy


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