For all who read this, the things in (()) are for what's going on
while Hermione is reading the letter. The beginning * things are, for just
the first sentence, intended as a flashback reminder. And in the rest of
the story the * things are surrounding Hermione's thoughts.
Thanks for listening.
Disclaimer: J.K. owns the characters. I own the plot.
* You see Hermione; I was once a student at Hogwarts too. *
Those were some of the best times in my life, coming in third only to marrying your mother and having you for a daughter. ((Hermione began to cry at those words.))
Now that you know your old man was a wizard, there's so much more I need to tell you. Maybe then you'll understand my death. Ok, hear it goes.
I was 17, young, impressionable, and as much as I hate to admit it, a coward.
It was the year 1982, and Voldemort was on the rise to power, drawing in more and more followers. You probably already know this, having read so many of those darn books, but I'll tell you anyway.
Like I said. Voldemort was gaining more and more followers, and they were slowly taking over. You couldn't walk down the street without being afraid someone would attack you. I couldn't handle that fear. Death had always scared me. Hell, death scares most people I suppose. But not that Potter fellow and his friends, two years below me nonetheless. No, they weren't afraid of anything. I envied them Hermione. With all my heart. And when you told me, all those years ago, that one of your best friends was a Potter, I almost fainted.
You had done what I had feared most. Befriended the son of the people I helped to kill.
((Hermione couldn't believe it. Her father couldn't have done that. * He couldn't, * she told herself firmly. She knew he could never do a thing like that. Hermione knew he could never kill a person. She had to keep reading. There had to be a reasonable explanation to his words, and Hermione was determined to find it.))
Sounds horrible, doesn't it Hermione? I helped kill your best friend's parents.
You have to know. You have to know that.that I didn't mean to. I never intended for it. I never wanted it. They were good people. I never wanted them to die. Yes, I admit it, I may have hated them, but I NEVER wanted them to die. They didn't disserve it.
((As Hermione continued to read, she felt herself being more and more confused. From the sound of it, her father had helped kill Harry's parents, but . didn't mean to? * How could that be possible? * she asked herself as she continued to read.))
Hermione. Honey. There really is no easy way to say this, and I hope that your well into adulthood before you have to read this, but hear it goes.
I was a
God this is hard to say to you.
I was a Death Eater.
((Just then, someone knocked at the door. Hermione dropped the letter, half out of shock, and half out of fear wondering who could be just beyond the door.))
R&R
Sorry its so short. And I'll update sooner, hopefully with a longer chapter.
Thanks for listening.
Disclaimer: J.K. owns the characters. I own the plot.
* You see Hermione; I was once a student at Hogwarts too. *
Those were some of the best times in my life, coming in third only to marrying your mother and having you for a daughter. ((Hermione began to cry at those words.))
Now that you know your old man was a wizard, there's so much more I need to tell you. Maybe then you'll understand my death. Ok, hear it goes.
I was 17, young, impressionable, and as much as I hate to admit it, a coward.
It was the year 1982, and Voldemort was on the rise to power, drawing in more and more followers. You probably already know this, having read so many of those darn books, but I'll tell you anyway.
Like I said. Voldemort was gaining more and more followers, and they were slowly taking over. You couldn't walk down the street without being afraid someone would attack you. I couldn't handle that fear. Death had always scared me. Hell, death scares most people I suppose. But not that Potter fellow and his friends, two years below me nonetheless. No, they weren't afraid of anything. I envied them Hermione. With all my heart. And when you told me, all those years ago, that one of your best friends was a Potter, I almost fainted.
You had done what I had feared most. Befriended the son of the people I helped to kill.
((Hermione couldn't believe it. Her father couldn't have done that. * He couldn't, * she told herself firmly. She knew he could never do a thing like that. Hermione knew he could never kill a person. She had to keep reading. There had to be a reasonable explanation to his words, and Hermione was determined to find it.))
Sounds horrible, doesn't it Hermione? I helped kill your best friend's parents.
You have to know. You have to know that.that I didn't mean to. I never intended for it. I never wanted it. They were good people. I never wanted them to die. Yes, I admit it, I may have hated them, but I NEVER wanted them to die. They didn't disserve it.
((As Hermione continued to read, she felt herself being more and more confused. From the sound of it, her father had helped kill Harry's parents, but . didn't mean to? * How could that be possible? * she asked herself as she continued to read.))
Hermione. Honey. There really is no easy way to say this, and I hope that your well into adulthood before you have to read this, but hear it goes.
I was a
God this is hard to say to you.
I was a Death Eater.
((Just then, someone knocked at the door. Hermione dropped the letter, half out of shock, and half out of fear wondering who could be just beyond the door.))
R&R
Sorry its so short. And I'll update sooner, hopefully with a longer chapter.