Disclaimer: I do not ownmost of the characters or settings in this story. If you don't recognize it, then it's mine. The plot is obviously mine as well.
((A/N: Well, this is my second attempt at a fanfic. I have this irritating habit of writing something that seems great, only to think it's stupid five minutes later. Hopefully I'll keep this one going. It's Tom/Hermione fic, told from Hermione's point of view. I suppose she is a little out of character from canon, but so is this ship. Just step out of that confinement while reading this, or you won't like it.If you don't like it, don't read it. That simple. I'd love reviews, if possible. I have quite a bit of it written already, but I won't post if no one likes it. So, enough with my long-winded ramblings, and on with the story! Have fun!))
Chapter one: Prologue
No one will understand. Not a soul will ever be able to comprehend what I'm feeling. Especially not Harry. Hell, even I don't understand it. It was entirely an accident, and it wasn't supposed to happen this way. But, I suppose everything happens for a reason. If it hadn't happened, the world would be completely different. But that's what kills me. It's all my fault. Harry's parents dead, Neville's parents tortured into insanity, dozens upon dozens of people killed. And it hasn't even really begun. All because of me.
You know, love is a tricky thing. I'll walk down the halls of Hogwarts and hear little girls gushing about it, as if it is the most carefree and beautiful thing on earth. Oh, wonderful love! How joyful and painless! Oh, how flawless! Is it just me, or does it sound like a little bit like Shakespeare? Of course, the relationships in Shakespeare always seem to end in death and destruction. I suppose the love I carry as a burden on my shoulders is a bit like Shakespeare's kind of love. Exempting the whole, "Beautiful, incredible, amazing, insert other redundant words here love!" thing. No, mine is more like the love that results in murder and war. Literally.
It's similar to the story of "Helen of Troy," really. Everything happened because of her. One woman, one woman, caused the capture of an entire city. I sympathize with Helen, I really do. I know exactly how she feels. Except the part about being the most beautiful woman on earth at the time. But it's all our fault. Friends and family, all dying, because of us. Muggles really do hit the nail in the head when it comes to stories and books about relationships falling apart and tragic love tales. I suppose this is the part where I heave a heavy sigh and begin the story. Here goes. Heavy sigh.