Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter like I own the ocean
Author Note: YAH! I got the reviewes I wanted! Thankies for liking my story! I guess the 'How to Review this Story So I Will Continue Writing it' steps really worked! HAHA!...suuure they did! So here's the next 'installment' of my fanficcy!...
Questions Answered: This story should be pretty long, it depends on how much inspiration and how long this story holds my attention (I think I have undiagnosed ADD)...but yeah. Also, some other ships will come along, the main one for this story is H/Hr (dispite all the ridiculous flaming towards it)...later there might be some Ginny/Neville but I don't have that all planned out yet. Ron will diffentally come into play...but that's much later as well. Hopefully I'll have everything planned out...i'm not one of those writers thats good at doing bubble maps and such like they teach you in school. I'm more of the gemme-some-paper-and-a-pen-and-leave-me-alone-for-a-few-hours-and-i'll-have-you-a-chappy kind of writer. But I do know the basic outline of everything...so that's always good. So yeah...enough jabbering...the story...
Chapter 2
R.A.B
"So it seems, I finally have," he smirked. His foot was proped up on a side of the frame of the house. "Looks like you've gone over to the 'dark side',"
Hermione laughed. What was he getting at?
"It was Draco wasn't it?" he said, on a more serious note. "I knew you had a thing for bad boys, but I never thought one could change you so drastically. You know, you use to be good. You use to be someone else. You use to, Hermione,"
"That's right Potter." The name shot from her mouth like venom." I use to be all of those things. Now, I'm a Deatheater. And you. You're an Auror. I never would have thought everything would have turned out this way. Us both being on different sides and all. But I always knew you were too weak. Too caught up in being a hero like Dumbledore. And what happened to him Harry? He died! He thought he was better than he really was. And it all caught up with him!"
"Don't you DARE say his name!" Harry roared and drew his wand. A point of light blazed at the end, ready to be fired.
"Do it Harry. I'd like to see you even think about harming me. They've sent you to get rid of me, haven't they? They think that you're the only one that can stop me. They think that you can convince me or that I won't hurt you. But they're wrong. You're the one that doesn't have the guts to kill me. You still hold onto those memories of Hogwarts. The times me, you and Ron saved each other's hides from danger. But we were children then. We didn't now what real danger was. But we've grown up now, Harry. We've seen danger with our own two eyes. We've felt it's mark on our flesh. Voldemort's not after you anymore, Harry Potter. But I'm sure you already firgured that out. He's looking for something more valuable. And so sorry for you, you came just alittle too late to get it. He's found what he's been looking for. He's found this," she drew the locket from her pocket and held it in the stormy air. Thunder and lightning exploded all around them. An evil grin appeared across her face as she brought back her sleave to show Voldemort's mark on her arm.
"Hermione!" Harry shouted over the wind and rain. He brought his wand up to fight. He knew what she was about to do. The wind picked up all around them and the sky cleared above where Hermione stood, yet it was all still dark. Lightning clashed all around and the lifeless debris picked up and shifted like ghosts in the storm.
"So tell me, Harry," she said as she dangled the locket in her hands, "How does it feel not to be famous anymore? How does it feel not to have Voldie chasing you? How does it feel to not have to look behind you, every step you take? How does it feel to finally be free? Tell me, 'The Famous Harry Potter'..."
She laughed as the wind became wild, wipping her cloak around her ankles and blowing her hair free from under the hood.
"Well, I guess you can tell me when we meet, Harry... at the end of all things," and she pressed the S from the locket hard upon Voldemort's mark on her arm. Pain seared through as through she were on fire and she let out a blood curdling scream. She began to fade.
"Hermione, NO!" He roared and stepped towards her, tears puddling in his eyes, "AV-"
XxX
Lights and shapes flashed all around her. She shook the imagine of Harry from her head. She would not let him stand in her way. If he crossed her path again, she sweared to herself she'd kill him. This cat and mouse game had to end. But she wasn't given time to dwell on him. Soon, she found herself on the floor of what appeared to be an orphanage.
Everything was dark except for the flashes of lightning outside the huge windows. Cribs lined the walls and Hermione was deafly quiet, so not to distrub a sleeping baby that would surely betray her. The locket in her hand glowed bright as she walked down the eerie corridors. The locket would bring her to her final destination. It was her map. Her guide.
After walking back and forth, watching intently to see if the light would glow or fade, telling how close she was to her target, it erupted in green light outside a door. Finally. Hermione opened it slightly, muttered a charm to keep all who where inside asleep, and then made her way in.
It was a slightly small room, with two bunk beds on either side and two more single beds to the right and left of the door, all filled with sleeping children. Instantly, she knew which child she was sent to retrieve. He had the classic black hair. She quickly stuffed the now shaking locket inside her cloak and lifted him from the bed. He wasn't old, only around 9 at the most and was light in her arms.
"Mother Maggie?" Hermione heard from another bed. A child had awoken. Why did a light sleeper have to be in this room? One douse of the sleeping charm was known to not effect light sleepers. Hermione shot another sleeping charm at him and he fell back to his pillow like a fallen puppet. The women grew restless from the quiet tension in the air. She quickly kicked open the door and ran out. The loud noise triggered the alarm and red lights started flashing everywhere. It was on now. She had to get out of there. She ran down a hallway, but was soon met by the nunes. Turning around to find another exist, she found they circled her from all angles.
One nun held a rifle in her hands and raised it, pointing it towards Hermione. It was quite funny to see the holy woman with a gun and a glare in her eye that Hermione couldn't help but laugh. And suddenly, a shot rang out, but when the choas cleared, Hermione wasn't there.
XxX
She and the child landed on the floor of her hide-out. The floor was dusty, as it had always been. The Shrieking Shack. Thoughts of her thrid year of Hogwarts ran their course through her mind everytime she came to this place. Her heart seem to bleed inside her chest as the memories kept flowing through. Why hadn't this place been destroyed during the war? Why had Voldemort put her stationed here? He was testing her, she knew. He was testing her loyality to him by making her stay here.
Pain shot through her right arm as she began to pick herself up from the floor. The agony made her feel very lightheaded, but she knew what had happened. She'd been shot. She struggled to stand, but finally rose to her feet. The blood gushed out quick, and she had to stop the bleeding. Hermione stumbled over to the curtains and ripped some down. Skillfully, she tied the best knot she could, without anyone there to asist her.
This wound was going to take all night to heal. So, she proped herself against the wall, muttered a simple healing charm and let the magic engulf her. Her body was flushed with a warm sensation while it did its work. But she was numb to pain now, and didn't cry out when the stinging came. Her body was still soaked through from the storm, but she had no energy to undress. These clothes would have to do for now.
Her harsh breathing soon fell back to its normal pattern, and her mind began to calm itself. The boy. He was still on the floor were they had fallen, dead asleep from the spell. His thumb found his mouth in his sleep, although he was clearly too old to be sucking his thumb still. Hermoine smiled. He was so innocent. So young. And he was so pure next to her, her soul baring markings of murders and betrayal. The boy curled up from the cold and held is legs close to his body. She quickly placed a blanket over him. It would have to do for now, she had no others. He only had pajamas to shelter him from the cold, and he needed it more than she. Hermione promised him quietly in her mind, that she'd find some better suiting clothes tomorrow morning. But for now, she had to rest. The effects from the healing spell were beginning to take over, and she soon found her eyelids becoming quiet heavy. But she went to sleep with the satisfying thought that she had almost completed her mission. She had Robert Allen Black's son.
Author Note: Hehe! I hoped you liked it! Sorry it took for ever-n-aday to get it updated! I really tried to make this one good for ya'll. I know it seems like sooooo NOT h/hr, but yeah...I'm weird like that! Okies...so I got this really interesting review by an anon. 'ell'... and lovley, I won't marry 'em in the end, I'm diffentally not rushing their relationship (as you can tell). I -heart- relationship angst, and I'll try not to have too much talking...hehe...that was the funnest request I've gotten yet! So, anyway, please review... please... please... don't make me beg...that's like degrading...you don't want to shatter my pride do you?...yes I'm trying to make you feel sorry for me...-makes puppy dog face-...