Author's Fuckin' Shit: Well, this isn't my first fan fiction, but you know, I try…
PROLOGUE
December, 1474
He stared into the distance, nearly snow blind as his steed swayed with the wind beneath him. The animal's head was down, its ears back and its tail tucked tight between its legs. Its stature as majestic as its snow flecked gray mane and silver-white hooves.
The man waited, burying his stubbled chin deeper into his coat, watching a rather large hill just peaking above the setting sun. For an hour he gazed upon it, when suddenly, a smile broke onto his face.
A figure appeared atop the hill, glaring at the man from so far away. It crouched, then, for one long moment, it stood up and waved its arms. Left arm counterclockwise, and the right just the opposite. The man let out a whooping cry and a dry laugh as he began to pull on the reins. The horse galloped as the man cried from the sting of the icy wind. His eyes set on the figure, which was still making the gesture; he pushed the horse as fast as it would go.
He grew closer to the figure, which now took the shape of a woman with each passing second. Finally, he arrived a few feet away from her, jumping off his steed with no hesitation. He embraced her and took her into a passionate kiss.
"Christine! I was so worried, I thought you failed to bring the-" she cut him off.
"Do not speak of it here, my love. There could be spies--hidden among the forest. In the shadows they will wait, William, poised and watching our every move."
"You are right. In this time of war between France and Britain we must hide away our love. The British peasant and the French Princess...it cannot be done. So you have the treasure from the cathedral?"
"Yes, I have the treasure. It took me many days and nights to get it, but I am sure it will save us from war. But still, William, you realize we will never be--even after this tragic war," she said most mournfully.
"Oh, Christine. If there is one thing I have learned from this world, it is that if a love is strong enough and is loyal, just and true, then anything can happen, Christine. The sky shall be the limit, and you shall be my bride. We shall rise from the darkness and bring peace to our countries! We will be the best King and Queen the world has ever seen!" he proclaimed.
Christine chuckled and hugged him again, this time slipping something into his coat pocket. "You take it to the cavern, William. I have to go back to my Kingdom... What I mean is, are you sure you want to do this?"
"We were going to do this together, and so we shall," William hopped on his horse and dragged Christine with him. And together they galloped toward the forest. They rode until night fell and the snowfall grew thin.
He got off the animal as Christine followed. "William, are you sure that this place is safe? I hear the stories the peasants tell. They speak of horrible men with the bodies of horses, and of vicious half man and half wolf who attack in the night of the full moon. I fear for our safety, and for the safety of the treasure."
"I am sure that we will be safe here, and as for the treasure, I can scarcely imagine the men who want it to go in a forest with such legends inside it," he finished with a certainty in his tone that didn't quite match his expression. But Christine nodded anyway, trusting in him fully.
They traveled through the forest, hand in hand, both watching for monsters. More than once, William could've sworn he'd seen a pair of looming eyes among the darkness. The branches tore their flesh and clothes, and the cold was almost unbearable until – "William! The cavern!" She wrenched herself from his grasp and ran whole heartedly toward a small hole in the ground through which a single person could pass through at a time.
Christine crawled in and lit a lantern, waiting for William to come down. After about five minutes he arrived before her. "Thank God you are finally here. What were you doing up there, wasting our lantern's light?"
"I was checking to make sure that the pathway was sealed. Let's go now," he finished.
She nodded and led the way toward the end of the passage. There lay a large rock shaped rather like a pyramid. William pulled out a large wooden orb with a strange carving upon it. (A/N: there's a URL in my profile of the carving) He grasped it from its top and Christine did the same. Then they placed the Orb on the top of the pyramid. Everything started to swirl around them when – "WILLIAM!" Christine shouted and she let go of the orb, and spun out back into the cavern. William didn't know what was happening, in all the shock he let go of the orb too. It fell with a clunk to the ground. William looked up to see the enemy.
"You bastard! I'll kill you!" William pulled out a dagger and stabbed the man in his heart. He ran over to Christine, she was breathing but unconscious. He dragged her and himself out of the cavern when out of the darkness—
WHACK!
Hermione slapped herself, how could she be so stupid? How could anyone care about her? She fell back onto her bed crying. Ron was just playing with her emotions, he never liked her, much less love her. Ever since he became popular he had become a real asshole, but in Hermione's state of adoration towards the Head Boy, he was Godly.
Hermione thought of the first day of Seventh Year, which was in a week, and groaned, "Aww…Fuck…" She thought about the way Ron had treated her to a strawberry ice cream, and walked her around the meadow in Ireland. They even slept in each other's arms for Christ's sake! Then one day it's, 'Meet my girlfriend Erika, Hermione!' She thought of Erika Sanders. She had nearly waist length blonde hair and cute light brown freckles. And big, huge green eyes with long black lashes. She was gorgeous, how could Hermione ever compete? True, her hair, being past awkward puberty years, was less unruly than it had been. Hermione had always considered herself an inkling above average, until now. Her self esteem was at all time low.
Hermione got up and looked in her bedside drawer for her Diary, and there it was under her 'Hogwarts A History'. She wrote a poem in it (A/N: It's a bunch of My Chemical Romance songs, but I thought it would be cool if she felt this way about Ron);
Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes
Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen
And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living
Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains
Elevators and half price sales, trapped in by all these mountains
Running away and hiding with you
But does anyone notice? But does anyone care?
And in saying you love me, make things harder at best
And it's worst changing nothing as your body remains
And there's no room in this hell, there's no room in the next
And our memories defeat us, and I'll end this the rest
I miss you, I miss you so far
Since we talked alone
Come angels of unknown
Come angels of unknown…
Hermione decided to stop brooding in her own misery and went to the kitchen to have a vodka tonic. (A/N: she has her own apartment) Many glasses of alcohol later, Hermione took a sleeping pill to shut her brain off. Laying on the couch, she stared at the ceiling. "So long and goodnight." She fell asleep.
She dreamed that she was in purgatory, then it twisted into a park and Hermione landed a few yards behind a bench. Someone was sitting on the bench, crying. She saw that it was Ron. She sighed. Ron turned around, expecting to see someone he did not want to see. But he saw her and smiled. He stood up and walked towards Hermione, she started to cry too. He stopped right in front of her, he did not have to say anything—Hermione knew he loved her then. They rested their foreheads on each other and held hands. They were about to kiss when Hermione woke up with a monster headache.
"Oh, crap…" Hermione hated herself for getting drunk, she despised hangovers. Someone was knocking on her door; she discovered it to be the UPS man, for she still lived in a Muggle neighborhood. He gave her a small package from Harry. She thanked him and closed the door. Having a feeling that she was going to barf, she took a trip to the bathroom before she opened the box. Inside there was a letter.
Dear Hermione,
I heard what happened with Ron, he is a fuckhead.
Hermione chuckled.
Seriously, he should rot in hell for what he did to you. And don't you go blaming yourself for all of this either, Hermione. I know you and I know what you're capable of doing. You are better than Ron, you are above him. I know you can do better. I know you must be feeling pretty shitty right now, so I thought, she could use a gift, right? Yeah… I know, I'm a dork… Well, here you go. Keep on keepin' on, okay?
Harry Potter
Hermione knew what Harry was saying and didn't believe in one word of it. It was all her fault; she was the one who wasn't good enough for Ron. She never should have gone after Ron, he could never think of her as a girl friend. It was her mistake; she was too dumb to know that Ron could never ever like her. Either way, Hermione wasn't one to throw away a gift. She tore off the wrapping paper and gasped. "Oh, Harry! You didn't!" Inside a metal gift case was an emerald green hair clip. It was absolutely gorgeous. She took out the clip and underneath it she found another note from Harry.
Hermione, meet me at Diagon Alley tonight at ten o'clock outside of the Menagerie. – Harry
She set down the note and the clip. "Damn… I could have been eating cake by then…"