Steal Me Away-Chapter One
Many people know me as Hermione Granger: the bookworm; the mudblood; top-of-her-year; the sidekick of Harry and Ron. Most don't know about my struggle against the dark of the world. There is only one person that does, and I don't even know his name.
See, when I was ten years old, my mother and I where out shopping; my mother went to check-out and I was looking at books. Big surprise there. Anyway, a man came up to me and started talking to me. He said, 'My, my, little Hermione. It's been nine years since our last. Pity, if things had only been different, the wonders you could do. You don't remember me, and that's a shame. I doubt that your mother has told you the truth. If not, you shall begin to understand in the sixteenth year. Until then you won't be able to comprehend. Do not tell anyone of this. We shall meet again.'
Tomorrow is my sixteenth birthday, and I have not one clue to as what is going to happen. All I remember is that man and his ebony black hair, albino skin; and fiery eyes.
Since our meeting strange things have occurred. I have been told that I don't look as much like my parents as I used to. The night has started to be more appealing to me than the day. Even last year, the dark arts seem alluring, more then ever. Until I remembered the man's words, I dismissed it as spending too much time in the world of magic.
Now I have decided if nothing has happened that I shall ask Mother about it. The yearning of the oblivion of sleep is calling me. I shall retire now.
Ten minutes later, Hermione was asleep and totally unaware of the church tower ringing in the new day.
I wish my mother wouldn't awake me like that she knows how much I hate it when she rips the sheets from the bed. I prefer to be awoken gently. Oh well, mothers like to be difficult, even on my birthday. Might as well get dressed.
Hermione walked over towards her wardrobe and chose out an outfit which consisted of a pair of black jeans; an emerald mandarin shirt that she had gotten in Japan a month ago; and a pair of flip-flops. Over the summer the humidity levels had been extremely nice to Hermione so her hair was no where as bushy as normal.
"Hermione! Time for breakfast! I got your favorite, tripe!"
"MOTHER! You know that I absolutely despise that poor excuse for a meal!"
Mothers, can't live with them, can't live with out them. Well I should get down to breakfast now. So far nothing odd has happened but then again, I just woke up.
As Hermione walked down the stairs she glanced at sixteen years of memories. The time that she went to Niagara Falls for her fifth birthday. And when she played at her first piano recital. Then there was the time that she went to Stonehenge when she was eleven.
If only those good times could reoccur, if you knew then what you know now, you could have changed the past to improve the future.
What was that?
At that Hermione passed out and plummeted down the stairs.
- In sleep he sang to me and in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And to I dream again. For now I find the Keeper of the Night is there, inside my mind.
'Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me to glace behind. The Keeper of the Night is there inside your mind.
Those who have seen your face draw back in fear; I am the mask you wear.
'It's me they fear.-
Wow what that? That voice sounds so familiar. Where have I heard that before? And who is the 'Keeper of the Night'?
Who is the Keeper of the Night you ask? Well it is I. And the voice should sound familiar, you have heard it before. In fact it was six years to the day. Ringing any bells yet? When you awake there will be a difference in your appearance, do not be alarmed, it is normal. I have overstayed my contact. I will contact you soon. Vale, my angel of the shadows.
Two moments later Hermione awoke to see her mother staring at her in horror.
AN: Welcome, thank you for taking the time to stop and read this attempt of mine. For those of you who have read my other fics (One of Her Own, The Ninth Cheveron, and my version of HBP), I have not abandoned them, they're just on a extremely long hiatus, but I will hopefully update them soon.