Chasing After Her
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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING HARRY POTTER JUST THE PLOT
Character may act OOC
MY FIRST HP FICTION, PLEASE ENJOY!
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Chapter One
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The Ministry of Magic is cordially inviting you, a Miss Hermione J Granger, to the ceremony of the Order of Merlin Awarding at 7pm, on this upcoming Saturday the 13th. This extravagant event will be held in the Ministry of Magic's ballroom on the 10th floor. There you will be awarded with either a first, second, or third ranking award. We highly advise you to attend, seeing as how few witches or wizards have received this great honor. The ministry has looked over your beneficial contributions to this war, and are gladly awaiting your presence.
Sincerely, Your Minister
"Here goes nothin'," and with her last echoed words, this witch left her increasingly lonely flat with a mighty 'POP'.
Promptly at 7 pm, on this cold windy night, the doors to this exclusive ceremony shut with a snap. The ballroom on the tenth floor was decorated for an important event, with its red, orange, and yellow hues matching the golden awards sitting high atop the tables. People came all looking different, some matched the decor unknowingly, while other ensembles made the wearer stick out like a Chocolate Frog in a pile of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Witches and wizards alike crowded around tables talking about everything and nothing at the same time, different types of people sat at each table, it was almost like a muggle high school's lunch room. The people with enough money to buy every quidditch team in the country and have money to spare sat in the very middle, lower class authority sat by the doors, women who gossiped like we breathe sat together at the front, and so on. But one table sat a lone witch using the shadows around her for a way to be unseen by choice eyes.
And at 7:01 the festivities for the night began with house elves popping up at every table handing out magical menus and taking orders. The night then started with the minister, of 5 years, making a speech about how all of the nine special people called here deserved these awards. He made quick to finish his speech and started handing out the class three awards. One old wizard and three middle-aged witches ended up receiving the award, all of which the loner in the corner had no clue as to who they were. Next came the second ranking awards, they went to two stuck up looking wizards, who looked to have never lifted a wand a day in their lives, but the shocker was that a freed death eater received one as well. The Minister made to point out that he gave valuable information to our side, the stranger in the corner gave the fiercest and coldest glare she could.
Finally, after the food arrive and everyone danced for awhile, it was time to pass out the first class awards. The minister waited until he got a dramatic silence to begin his speech.
"As I'm sure you're all aware we have two more awards to give out tonight, and I'd like to start by giving it to a young man who recently worked on the fourth floor of St. Mungos in Spell Damages, but now is my assistant. If you would all give a round of applause to a Mr. Eric Antonias, he has helped greatly in the war by helping discover where one of the last remaining horcrux remained." He stepped aside to give Eric the stand, after handing him his award.
"I would like to thank all of you..." his voice dragged on, but the witch in the shadow found it no use to keep listening, seeing as how she knew the real truth as to how he really found out where the last horcrux was. It seemed like hours until Mr. Antonias finished his speech, but he finally did and the Minister started up towards the podium once more.
"Thank you Eric for that endearing speech, but now it is time for the last award to be given. I'm standing up here about to introduce one of the brightest witches of our time. Throughout her years at Hogwarts we knew she would soar academically, under Dumbledore's guidance, of course. She is loved by all who know her, including all of us. Although she hasn't been seen in quite a while here she is... Ms Hermione J. Granger." he stood back and started applauding along with everyone else, while searching the crowd for her face.
'Well, this shadow isn't going to hide me for long. It's Showtime.'
With the grace of a queen she swiftly stood from her seat in the shadows. As her gown billowed as she walked, she felt the audience's eyes on her, and her alone. Not making eye contact with anything, but the podium she made swift strides up to the front. Hermione walked up the stairs and grabbed her award from the minister and placed it atop the podium, without so much as a smile or a thank you.
She stared out into the crowd until she started her speech. "If this were a happy occasion I would have made a joke about how long Mr. Antonias speech was, and how the only people really interested in anything he said was his family sitting in the front table-" she waved and gave a big sarcastic smile "-snapping pictures. But seeing as how it isn't I'll try to refrain myself from deflating his ego, so instead I'd like to tell whoever wrote the minister's speech for him, next time try to use some more actual facts," she smiled sweetly towards the appalled minister.
"Instead of this award bringing me pride, happiness, and joy it brings me pain and sadness, but I'll get moreinto that later. First I'd like to say that Mr. Eric Antonias doesn't deserve this award like you all believe. Let's all think back to a year ago when Harry got hit by a nasty curse, and was sent to St. Mungos where, guess who his doctor was, Mr Antonias. As Harry was minutes away from an unconscious bliss he told him the crucial information of where the last horcrux was. Days later when Harry woke up and found out he was somewhat glad because he didn't want the spotlight always on him. So, basically I just wanted you all to know that your hero is a liar."
Letting the information sink in she looked over the crowd, some where astonished that some witch was ruining the ceremony, while others looked at Eric with confused glares.
"Today is nothing special, even with this award,the only difference between this day and any other day is because this is the last you're going to see me. This is my public notification that I'm leaving the wizarding world. I'm leaving because I can't stand anyone of you, you all think you contributed to the war, but how many of you were really there thatday it all happened, when all of the real hero's died.? How many of you left for home with blood covering yourself? How many have had to watch your parents die under extreme pain? You all know that I'm the only one to survive, well me and Voldemort. For a year I've tried to tellanyone willing tolistenthat he's not really dead, but all anyonewant to hear is that it's over. Well news-flash, IT'S NOT! In the years to come when he does come back I'm not going to be here to bail you out, and don't try to find me. As the minister said I'm the smartest witch of my age, think about it." She picked up a glass of Chardonnay, raised her glass and said, "Here's to all the real heroes," she downed her glass and snapped her fingers, and instantly the awards held by the eight other people vanished and seconds later hundreds of First Class Awards appeared. They appeared anywhere there was room, some where on he floor and tables while others where hanging off the chandeliers.The audience gave gasps some from seeing theextaordinary use of magic and others for the fact that their award was stolen.
"These awards are for all of the real heroes, all of the students, teachers, and a special group of people who died that day. The day when Hogwarts crumbled, and if they can't take theirs I won't take mine. Arrivederci!" And with her last words Hermione J Granger disappeared from the wizarding world... But for how long?
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A/N: So did you hate it? love it? doesn't matter please leave a review. This story doesn't have a real pairing yet so if you know a pairing that you'd want please tell me. Just know that it can't be anyone like Harry, Ron or someone good that i probably killed off. Someone like a slytherin, Draco, Snape, Blaise, etc.
A/N 2: The minister has no name because it's up to the imagination.
A/N 3: The special group of people are the order for those who didn't quite catch that.
ARRIVEDERCI
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