The second chapter of this fic. I'm excited - it seems like it looks promising to people. I hope you enjoy it:)
Just a reminder - I don't own these characters
Gone
A few days passed in a blur. Hermione had found a way to disguise herself as a young blonde woman and she faked a Russian accent if someone spoke to her on her way somewhere. Harry and Ron had begged her to help them use Glamour Charms too and now she spent half an hour each morning just giving the two of them new faces.
"I want to have a beard today" Harry said excitedly. Hermione chuckled seeing his eyes shine with childlike joy.
"I feel like I'm running a beauty salon" she murmured but made him a nice long beard anyway.
"Are you going with the same face today, 'Mione? Why don't you change a bit too?" Ron asked.
"I actually won't be going out today" Hermione replied, placing her wand up her sleeve. "You're done, Harry."
"Thanks" he said, looking himself in the mirror and touching his beard. "You said you're not coming today?"
"No, I feel like staying at home. I might go see Ginny and Mrs. Weasley in the afternoon but for now my plan is to do nothing."
"So, you're going to read" Ron clarified, and Harry snickered. He stopped quickly when he saw the look Hermione gave him and cleared his throat.
"Well, we better go then" he elbowed Ron not-so-discreetly in the ribs.
"Yeah, we'll-err-leave you to it" the redhead nodded and they all but bolted out of the room. Hermione shook her head in exasperation but thanked them silently for being quiet and not disturbing Walburga Black's portrait. She hadn't yelled since they moved in, and Hermione certainly wasn't complaining.
Finding herself alone in the house for the first time in days the brunette wondered what to do. She could always tidy up a bit – the place was huge, and dust was always gathering in unused rooms; but then Ron's earlier jab came to mind. Making up her mind and trying to ignore the picture of his smirk her imagination came up with, Hermione walked to her room and closed the door behind herself. There was a shelf along the left wall she had filled to the brim with books. She ran her hands over the spines looking for an interesting read to get her through the morning. She usually had a hard time choosing a book because there were too many she wanted to read; today, however, the reason was different – nothing seemed to capture Hermione's attention. After nearly a quarter of an hour spent staring at the bookshelf the brunette huffed and dropped down into the chair in front of the desk. Her fingers toyed with the drawer handle. Before she could process what was happening the drawer was open, and the ring she'd found a few days prior was in her hands. Hermione wondered why she pulled it out; she wasn't stupid enough to wear it. She had read enough about cursed objects to stay away from them. Yet she had already taken this in her hands…
Against her better judgement but not entirely realizing it at the moment, Hermione slid the ring on her finger. The black stone gleamed despite the lack of direct lighting. The brunette looked at it wide-eyed for a moment. It was elegant, beautiful, dark, mysterious-
Hermione blinked and gasped. What was she thinking, using a magical object that was so obviously connected to Dark magic? She took it off and threw it on the desk, looking at it in fright. Thankfully, nothing happened. She was just about to stand up and leave when she saw he ring finger had a trace of blood where the stone had passed as she pulled the ring off. Hermione examined her finger closely to find a shallow gash along it. But that's impossible, she thought as she looked at the smooth surface of the gemstone. It took her a few seconds to notice its red color. She gasped again, realizing what had happened but her gasp was swallowed by the pop that sounded in the room. There was a cloud of black smoke around the desk. When it cleared the chair was empty, Hermione – nowhere to be seen.