A/N: DO NOT OWN ANYTHING IN THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF HARRY POTTER AND REALLY
WISHED I DID BUT I DON'T.
Reviews: I do not care what kind of reviews you give, any is fine. Compliments, flames, tips, ideas, anything.
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Hermione sighed contentedly. She had just had a relaxing walk, and she was bathing in a small pool in the forest.
It was the summer after 5th year and Hermione was feeling content and happy, despite the fact that Voldemort was back and his death-eaters were everywhere.
Hermione got out of the pool and dried herself quickly, before changing back into her clothes. Picking up her small picnic basket, Hermione headed home, thinking of sending an owl to Ron and Harry.
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Hermione stopped dead. There in front of her was her house, nothing different, except the mark that was slowly dissipating, showing it was shot a few hours ago.
The Dark Mark.
Hermione dropped her basket and ran to the house. She burst through the door and ran blindly through the house, calling for her mother and father.
Finally she found them. They were dead. Lying upon the floor of their room. Terror, horror, disgust, and fear all written across their faces. Unblemished and yet inexplicably dead.
Hermione stood there for what seemed like hours on end. She fell to her knees and trembled in fear, fury, horror, anger, and sadness. Hermione sat on her legs and watched her parents, hoping that they would show some sign of life.
It was too much to ask for. Hours passed and Hermione finally fell a sleep. The last thought that crossed her mind was how her parents showed disgust as one of their final emotions. How strange. . .
*~Dream~*
Voldemort! The most disgusting, lowlife in the world. Disgust? Where had I heard that before?
Harry. No Harry! Don't face him. You will surely die! What would Ron and I do without you?
Ron? RON! Where are you Ron? Where? Not the chamber! The basilisk will kill you! That disgusting basilisk.
My parents. Dead. He had killed them. That bastard. I will kill him for killing what I held dear.
*~End of Dream~*
Hermione woke to the abrupt sound of someone calling her name from the door. Hermione rubbed her eyes and looked around. There, in the doorway stood her two best friends.
Hermione tried to smile but failed miserably. Ron knelt down and tried to comfort Hermione, and Harry just stood there, shocked to the bone.
His hands clenched into fists. Voldemort would pay for this act. He had no doubt it was Voldemort. The disgust and horror. The terror and fear that only Voldemort could give his victims was shown clearly across Hermione's parents' faces.
"Why? Why would he send his cronies to kill my parents? What's so special about them?" Hermione cried onto Ron's shoulder and refused to look up.
Harry put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Not his cronies. Him. He came himself. The telltale signs. My wand is trembling in my pocket because it can read the residue of his magic. The disgust on your parent's faces. It could only be Voldemort."
Hermione nodded numbly and sat down on the couch. Suddenly a thought hit her. "Where am I going to stay?"
Ron and Harry exchanged looks and stared at Hermione.
"'Mione do you honestly think we would leave you here by yourself?" asked Harry testily. Ron nodded vigorously in agreement. Hermione shrugged.
"I don't know what to think now. I don't know whether I'll be adopted, I don't know whether I'll be inheriting the money, or the house, I don't know whether I'll be able to live for much longer, and I don't know whether I can return to Hogwarts." Hermione said, staring at the lifeless bodies of her parents.
All her questions were answered when a beautiful chocolate brown owl with golden eyes swept into the house and landed right on top of Hermione.
Hermione stroked the bird lovingly and took the letter off the owl's leg, expecting it to fly off. It didn't.
There were two letters. They were both addressed to her. Setting aside the slightly larger one, she unfolded the first letter.
Hermione read the letter and squealed in delight. Ron and Harry looked at each other puzzled at the sudden change of mood.
Hermione looked at the boys, her eyes shining. "I get to keep the owl!"
Harry and Ron broke into smiles.
"What are you gonna call it 'Mione?" asked Ron.
Hermione sat for a few moments before clapping her hands. "I know! I'll call her (it's a female owl) Athis after the greek goddess of war Athena!"
Harry and Ron were now really puzzled. Why the goddess of war?
"Do you know why?" asked an ecstatic Hermione. The boys shook their heads. "Because she came to me in the middle of a war!"
Realization dawned on the boys and they smiled.
"That's a great idea 'Mione!" Ron said.
"Yeah! Come on. Ministry people will handle the situation from now. We can Floo to Ron's house from here." Harry pulled the pair over to the fireplace and pulled a little pouch from his pocket.
He offered the pouch to Hermione first, who threw the powder into the fireplace, and immediately the fiery red flames changed to an emerald green.
Stepping into the fire, Hermione called, "The Burrow!"
With a whoosh she disappeared, both of her letters slipped in her pocket. Waiting to be opened.
Ron and Harry followed suit and left the house. They couldn't wait to get away from the horrors of that afternoon.
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"Herm. Why don't you open that other letter of yours?" asked Harry, as he put Ron in check.
"What?" Hermione snapped from her daydream, and stroked her owl fondly. "Well, I forgot about it really."
"Well read it! It might say who it's from." Ron urged.
The three had puzzled over who had written the letters to Hermione for quite some time.
Hermione hadn't told them it had said 'from your loving parents' at the bottom of the first letter.
"Oh fine! Just so you will stop bugging me!" Hermione snapped irritably. Ron gave her a playful punch on the arm, which she responded to with a death glare.
Hermione drew her letters out and began to read the letter. Her eyes widened as she read.
Dearest Hermione,
We're sorry you had to find out this way. We love you to pieces. We
had made a deal with You-Know-Who before you were born, and it we
didn't want to tell you about it because we were so scared of him.
Well Hermione. . .
Hermione gasped audibly and blacked out.
Harry picked up the letter and began to read aloud.
"Dearest Hermione. . ."
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A/N: OK. Is it alright? Well, I took a long time thinking about the storyline. Just tell me what you think of it. Please?
Stories I recommend: Of Silver and Gold The Gilded Lily Reading your soul
K, cya! UNTIL NEXT TIME! (P.S. I would like it if you put even a small review in!)
~sLy7h3r1n H3@rT~
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Reviews: I do not care what kind of reviews you give, any is fine. Compliments, flames, tips, ideas, anything.
*~+~* (*~+~* is kindly taken from another story)
Hermione sighed contentedly. She had just had a relaxing walk, and she was bathing in a small pool in the forest.
It was the summer after 5th year and Hermione was feeling content and happy, despite the fact that Voldemort was back and his death-eaters were everywhere.
Hermione got out of the pool and dried herself quickly, before changing back into her clothes. Picking up her small picnic basket, Hermione headed home, thinking of sending an owl to Ron and Harry.
*~+~*
Hermione stopped dead. There in front of her was her house, nothing different, except the mark that was slowly dissipating, showing it was shot a few hours ago.
The Dark Mark.
Hermione dropped her basket and ran to the house. She burst through the door and ran blindly through the house, calling for her mother and father.
Finally she found them. They were dead. Lying upon the floor of their room. Terror, horror, disgust, and fear all written across their faces. Unblemished and yet inexplicably dead.
Hermione stood there for what seemed like hours on end. She fell to her knees and trembled in fear, fury, horror, anger, and sadness. Hermione sat on her legs and watched her parents, hoping that they would show some sign of life.
It was too much to ask for. Hours passed and Hermione finally fell a sleep. The last thought that crossed her mind was how her parents showed disgust as one of their final emotions. How strange. . .
*~Dream~*
Voldemort! The most disgusting, lowlife in the world. Disgust? Where had I heard that before?
Harry. No Harry! Don't face him. You will surely die! What would Ron and I do without you?
Ron? RON! Where are you Ron? Where? Not the chamber! The basilisk will kill you! That disgusting basilisk.
My parents. Dead. He had killed them. That bastard. I will kill him for killing what I held dear.
*~End of Dream~*
Hermione woke to the abrupt sound of someone calling her name from the door. Hermione rubbed her eyes and looked around. There, in the doorway stood her two best friends.
Hermione tried to smile but failed miserably. Ron knelt down and tried to comfort Hermione, and Harry just stood there, shocked to the bone.
His hands clenched into fists. Voldemort would pay for this act. He had no doubt it was Voldemort. The disgust and horror. The terror and fear that only Voldemort could give his victims was shown clearly across Hermione's parents' faces.
"Why? Why would he send his cronies to kill my parents? What's so special about them?" Hermione cried onto Ron's shoulder and refused to look up.
Harry put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Not his cronies. Him. He came himself. The telltale signs. My wand is trembling in my pocket because it can read the residue of his magic. The disgust on your parent's faces. It could only be Voldemort."
Hermione nodded numbly and sat down on the couch. Suddenly a thought hit her. "Where am I going to stay?"
Ron and Harry exchanged looks and stared at Hermione.
"'Mione do you honestly think we would leave you here by yourself?" asked Harry testily. Ron nodded vigorously in agreement. Hermione shrugged.
"I don't know what to think now. I don't know whether I'll be adopted, I don't know whether I'll be inheriting the money, or the house, I don't know whether I'll be able to live for much longer, and I don't know whether I can return to Hogwarts." Hermione said, staring at the lifeless bodies of her parents.
All her questions were answered when a beautiful chocolate brown owl with golden eyes swept into the house and landed right on top of Hermione.
Hermione stroked the bird lovingly and took the letter off the owl's leg, expecting it to fly off. It didn't.
There were two letters. They were both addressed to her. Setting aside the slightly larger one, she unfolded the first letter.
Hermione read the letter and squealed in delight. Ron and Harry looked at each other puzzled at the sudden change of mood.
Hermione looked at the boys, her eyes shining. "I get to keep the owl!"
Harry and Ron broke into smiles.
"What are you gonna call it 'Mione?" asked Ron.
Hermione sat for a few moments before clapping her hands. "I know! I'll call her (it's a female owl) Athis after the greek goddess of war Athena!"
Harry and Ron were now really puzzled. Why the goddess of war?
"Do you know why?" asked an ecstatic Hermione. The boys shook their heads. "Because she came to me in the middle of a war!"
Realization dawned on the boys and they smiled.
"That's a great idea 'Mione!" Ron said.
"Yeah! Come on. Ministry people will handle the situation from now. We can Floo to Ron's house from here." Harry pulled the pair over to the fireplace and pulled a little pouch from his pocket.
He offered the pouch to Hermione first, who threw the powder into the fireplace, and immediately the fiery red flames changed to an emerald green.
Stepping into the fire, Hermione called, "The Burrow!"
With a whoosh she disappeared, both of her letters slipped in her pocket. Waiting to be opened.
Ron and Harry followed suit and left the house. They couldn't wait to get away from the horrors of that afternoon.
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"Herm. Why don't you open that other letter of yours?" asked Harry, as he put Ron in check.
"What?" Hermione snapped from her daydream, and stroked her owl fondly. "Well, I forgot about it really."
"Well read it! It might say who it's from." Ron urged.
The three had puzzled over who had written the letters to Hermione for quite some time.
Hermione hadn't told them it had said 'from your loving parents' at the bottom of the first letter.
"Oh fine! Just so you will stop bugging me!" Hermione snapped irritably. Ron gave her a playful punch on the arm, which she responded to with a death glare.
Hermione drew her letters out and began to read the letter. Her eyes widened as she read.
Dearest Hermione,
We're sorry you had to find out this way. We love you to pieces. We
had made a deal with You-Know-Who before you were born, and it we
didn't want to tell you about it because we were so scared of him.
Well Hermione. . .
Hermione gasped audibly and blacked out.
Harry picked up the letter and began to read aloud.
"Dearest Hermione. . ."
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A/N: OK. Is it alright? Well, I took a long time thinking about the storyline. Just tell me what you think of it. Please?
Stories I recommend: Of Silver and Gold The Gilded Lily Reading your soul
K, cya! UNTIL NEXT TIME! (P.S. I would like it if you put even a small review in!)
~sLy7h3r1n H3@rT~
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