Prologue
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Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy by her side, looked down at Harry Potter and Ron Weasley as they lay at her feet, in the dirt. She smirked, loving the feeling of power that ran through her.
"Mione, please.." Harry whispered. "We're your friends.."
Hermione had a flash of happier times - studying in the Gryffindor common room with them, playing wizard chess, and various other things. Shaking her head, she looked down at them coldly, raising her wand.
"I know no friends, only power."
Ron was unconscious. Harry, weakened by grief and injury, lowered his head to the damp earth. All hope was lost..
Or was it?
In a last, desperate attempt to save Hermione from what she had become, Harry yanked the necklace from under his robes and held it up for her to see.
"Mione, do you remember this? It's your necklace. You gave it to me when you...when you..told me..that you loved me..."
Hermione, caught by total surprise, peered down at the necklace. It was a flame, and she dimly remembered the words she had said when she had given it to Harry. They rang, a distant echo, in her ears.
"It's a symbol."
"Of what?"
"Of how my love burns for you..."
Draco sneered. "A necklace, Potter?" he spat. "Just how will a necklace change Hermione's mind? She has everything she could ever want on this side - friends, a family, power, wealth...me."
Harry leered at Draco, still clutching the necklace.
Memories still rang in Hermione's head, and she placed her hands over her ears, trying to block out the words.
"I chose my path!" she screeched. "I am the greatest Dark witch there ever was or ever could be!!! I am powerful! I am feared! I am...I am.." she fell to her knees in front of Harry. He looked at her.
Which side would she choose?
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a/n: It's just a short prologue. If you want me to continue, please review. I normally write in the Maurader's era, but I'll give this another try. I think this fic could turn out pretty good. Feel free to flame, or give out advice. And I do answer e-mails if you want to do that. But be warned - I dunno how this will turn out. I write without knowing what will come next. I act on impulse. =D
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Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy by her side, looked down at Harry Potter and Ron Weasley as they lay at her feet, in the dirt. She smirked, loving the feeling of power that ran through her.
"Mione, please.." Harry whispered. "We're your friends.."
Hermione had a flash of happier times - studying in the Gryffindor common room with them, playing wizard chess, and various other things. Shaking her head, she looked down at them coldly, raising her wand.
"I know no friends, only power."
Ron was unconscious. Harry, weakened by grief and injury, lowered his head to the damp earth. All hope was lost..
Or was it?
In a last, desperate attempt to save Hermione from what she had become, Harry yanked the necklace from under his robes and held it up for her to see.
"Mione, do you remember this? It's your necklace. You gave it to me when you...when you..told me..that you loved me..."
Hermione, caught by total surprise, peered down at the necklace. It was a flame, and she dimly remembered the words she had said when she had given it to Harry. They rang, a distant echo, in her ears.
"It's a symbol."
"Of what?"
"Of how my love burns for you..."
Draco sneered. "A necklace, Potter?" he spat. "Just how will a necklace change Hermione's mind? She has everything she could ever want on this side - friends, a family, power, wealth...me."
Harry leered at Draco, still clutching the necklace.
Memories still rang in Hermione's head, and she placed her hands over her ears, trying to block out the words.
"I chose my path!" she screeched. "I am the greatest Dark witch there ever was or ever could be!!! I am powerful! I am feared! I am...I am.." she fell to her knees in front of Harry. He looked at her.
Which side would she choose?
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a/n: It's just a short prologue. If you want me to continue, please review. I normally write in the Maurader's era, but I'll give this another try. I think this fic could turn out pretty good. Feel free to flame, or give out advice. And I do answer e-mails if you want to do that. But be warned - I dunno how this will turn out. I write without knowing what will come next. I act on impulse. =D