Disclaimer: Like I could even pretend I own it…

A/N: Snapshots (exactly what the title says). In some particular sequence (but don't expect to find out what…) . And it's in this format… just because. Either that, or I decided that confusion is often mistaken for brilliance, and that by confusing my readers, I can brainwash them into thinking I'm brilliant. 0.o…

Enjoy! And be confused!


Snapshots

The headlines are bold and black.

"Disappearance of Hermione Granger sparks anger and fear amongst wizarding world"

She tosses the paper into the next rubbish bin.

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"You!"

"Hello there, Granger."

"Stop following me."

"I'm not."

He turns at the next corner and leaves for the Slytherin dormitories.

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"You haven't won this damn war yet, Malfoy."

"Oh, but we will."

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She walks by, alone.

He grabs her and whirls them both into the crevice.

"The war is going to start soon."

His left forearm burns.

She backs away. "It already has."

She flees.

-

He un-crinkles a discarded copy of the Daily Prophet and stares at the front page.

The paper drifts to the ground as he stumbles into the wall.

"Voldemort's downfall results in the demise of beloved Harry Potter."

A tear slides down her grimy cheek.

"You lost."

"So did you."

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"He's just a boy, Harry. What could Voldemort possibly use him for?"

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"Go! Leave!"

"What?"

"The war is over. I no longer require a you."

"And you?"

"There is nothing left for me."

"…You're a fool."

"…Who'll eventually get caught and tried for treason."

"…"

"Go!"

She stumbles as he shoves her, unsure of where to go. Where does she have to go?

-

The door appears, just like it always does.

The cabinet… the cabinet…

It's done.

He smiles. It's going to work.

-

The Burrow is quiet. Everything has changed.

"Ginny."

"Hermione?"

"I'm not dead."

"Everyone else is."

"I know."

-

His arm isn't supposed to falter. He wills it to listen, but it won't.

Blue eyes watch him serenely. They don't twinkle like they used to.

He trembles.

Avada kedavra… avada kedavra…

-

She looks in a mirror and doesn't see Hermione Granger anymore.

She sees Hermione Granger, war veteran, wife of Ron Weasley, broken soul, lost child. It makes her feel old, but she's only just passed her 19th birthday.

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"He tried to kill Dumbledore all year."

"…Oh."

"He's a Death Eater."

"Oh."

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There's a chain in her hand, she realizes

It looks old. There's a pendant with the initials 'D.M.' carved on it.

She watches as it slips into the sink and swirls down the drain.

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It's not a very big battle, but all the important people are there, and that's enough.

"Crucio!"

"Impedimenta!"

"Avada kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Stupefy."

-

He's a killer, a villain. A Death Eater.

She sits with the Wizengamot - high, respected… powerful.

Innocent or guilty? Guilty or innocent? It's like Hogwarts all over again. Choose the best answer, hope you chose the right one.

Innocent.

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"So you run from Harry and Voldemort and bring me along…" she mutters darkly.

"No, you're my prisoner, in case we meet the Order."

"And if I refuse?"

"You die."

"Oh."

"Well then, you're my hostage if we run into Voldemort."

"He won't care."

"Oh."

-

Innocent.

She raises her hand.

She's the only one.

Her gaze drifts to his face and in her head there's a silent cacophony.

-

"It's still going on. Things are happening everywhere."

"This is a war, what do you expect?"

"I expect there is a lot ahead of us."


I'm interested… what do you make of this? (If you even remotely understood it.)