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Author Note: Don't ask where this story came from. I was bored and when I get bored I do random stuff. Sometimes it's genious and sometimes it's ridiculous...there's a fine line with me. I'll let you decide which catagory this story falls under...BTW...this story has kind of an 'Ultrviolet' twist mixed in with it. The movie's out in theatres now, so go check it out if you like LOUD action packed stuff! It might take me awhile to update this one because I'm working on another story. This is just a little 'demo' to see if anyone thinks it's good or that I should continue. If not, I won't, so please review if you like it! Warning ya'll...it might get kinda dark so tell me if you think I should change it to 'T' instead of 'K+'
Summary: She was a Deatheater, he was an Auror. The Dark Lord hadn't been defeated by the-boy-who-lived at the end of his 7th year, like everyone thought would happen. And The War began. He'd become stronger. He'd gathered more followers. One of them was special. One of his followers was more valuable to him than any he'd ever had. He had one of Harry Potter's best friends.
Grey
Inbetween black and white, and dark and light, is the color grey. Nothing special. Grey is the color of the clouds that are getting ready to cry. Grey is the color of 'inbetween'. Grey is the color of a heart that's forgotten how to feel. Grey is the color of a soul that's been blown away with the wind that whips your face. Grey is the color of old movies, old pictures, old lives. The color of lives that have been left behind for stories like this to tell. Grey.
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Chapter 1
Number Four Privet Drive
The rain poured down hard at Privet Drive. Or, really, what was left of it. All of it, every house, every mail box, every fence, had been burnt to the ground in the fury of war. There was nothing left. Smoke from several houses still wreathed their way up to the pouring sky. Rats ran freely in the streets. Bodies lay decaying on the sidewalk. Death, destrusction, hatred, wrath and disgust loomed over the whole world now. The War was no longer just between the good and the bad. It was now a war with man against man. Magic vs. Muggle.
A woman in a cloak stood infront of it all. Privet Drive was just a miniture version of the big picture. A miniture version of what the rest of the world would soon look like. The destrustion here had been the work of she herself. But this had been a different mission, one she was assigned to by Voldemort, a few weeks back. Now, she was on a different mission. One that had brought her back to see the destruction she'd caused. But she did not care. The death around her did not weigh down her soul. She'd been unable to feel guilt for a long time now. And she'd come to believe that there was never such a thing. Love didn't exsist anymore.
The cloak she wore, now, was no barrier against the rain. It had soaked through to her skin, but she didn't feel the coldness of it. Her mind flashed as her eyes began to replay everything that happened the night she demolished what was once, Privet Drive. She felt no guilt. She felt no sympathy for the stupid muggles that died that night. They were only pawns in this game of chess. To her, the people that she killed weren't people. They had no pulse. They were merely being that had done serious wrongs. She felt that they too were numb to emotion. To feeling.
-Flashback-
Fires roared all around her. Muggles ran through the choas. Some of them, their bodies alive with fire. But they still ran, as though the death that the deatheaters were to bring, was worse than being burnt alive. Her 'brother's and sister's' chased them, taughting them, feeling the rush of the death and fire around them all. Children cried in the background, but she pushed their sounds away from her heart and ears. She must not care. She had to finish the job she was sent here to do.
Every house was set ablaze... all but one. That house, she was ordered to set herself. She didn't know its significance then. She didn't know why Voldemort wanted only her to be the one to bring it to ashes. But, as if she were souless, mindless, she did. She muttered a charm and locked every door, bolted every window, and the family inside, was forever intombed in the house. They never got a chance to escape, only a chance to scream. She went back to the front, and stood face to face with the house she was to destroy, number Four Privet Drive...
-End Flashback-
The images in her head did not shake her. They did not bother her mind, heart or soul. She stepped towards the house. Her mission was simple. She had never failed. She didn't intend to start now.
She walked through the debris of the once soild structure. The silver ware in the scorched drawers were melted together and the metle picture frames obscured the photos inside. This was nothing more than a burrial ground for a family.
Where was that stupid locket? She kicked around the ashy unrecognizable objects that littered the floor. Finally, after a few minutes of searching, she found it. It sparkled slightly, just enough to catch her sharp, brown eyes. Bending down, and cleaning it off, she smiled at it and her reflection inside. Her power traveled down the chain from her hand with a small, green, glowing line of fire. It made its way to the locket part of the necklace and a S showed itself, slithering down like a snake to show the mark of Slytherin. She chuckled slightly to herself, and began to leave. Part One of her mission was complete. And she stuffed the locket inside the pocket of her cloak.
Under her leaving feet, she heard a small 'tink' and her curiosity grew, figuring she could spare a few minutes. She dusted off the ash around the area and found a picture with the glass broken. The frame nor the picture were damaged from the fires. The photo was of a family. Obviously, it must have been the one that lived here. There were four of them. One was a very tall woman with a harsh, horse-like face. The other appeared to be the father and he was very large, taking up a great deal of the space in the picture. The next one was a younger boy who had his mother's hair and his father's rather large features. And the last one was a very unhappy looking boy, with glasses that went ascew and jet black hair. His eyes smiled though and shown bright green.
Her heart stopped. She knew this boy, although by now he probably was a man. She'd been his best friend. She'd loved him.
"It's been a long time, Hermione,"
The picture slowly slid from her hands and she froze from slight shock. As though he'd been mirrored out of the photograph, he stood before her. His hair was longer then she remembered and it was more tossed out of place, but his eyes were the same drowning green. Even if he was an imposter, she'd have known. His eyes were the only color like it. She quickly hid her shock and a sly smile appeared along her lips.
"So...you finally found me Harry Potter..."
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