Rated Mature for referenced violence, gore, etc.
Trigger Warnings for suicidal thoughts, self-harm, etc.
Take Me For A Ride (Please Don't Make Me Hide)
Harry Potter
Mature*
By Sable07
~Summary~
We wanted to escape the war, me and Hermione. Call it a coward's way out, but it was the only way we were to survive. We were children. Children in a war. They called it the Blood War. Purity verse Protectors. We won, Hermione and I, the Blood War, hailed as heroes. We escaped, in the intermission, the Standoff, to the Muggle World, and boy was it a relief. We were normal. Not the Boy-Who-Lived, nor the bullied bookworm. We were just us. Of course, that all stopped when Aberforth died. We avenged the Dumbledores, met Ariana's sprit, most likely took part in many illegal, dark rituals, but we won. And that's all that counted. After that, the Wizarding World was in ruins, entirely wrecked. Ron was dead; Neville was dead; Hannah was dead; Susan was insane; Remus and Tonks had been briefly summoned as inferi. All that was left of the old gang was Luna, Hermione, and Me. We sure were a sight.
But that all changed when we were kidnapped.
Kidnapped into 1944—kidnapped into Lord Voldemort's seventh year.
It changed us.
But, then again, what didn't?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any recognizable events, characters, places, etc.; nor do I profit from writing this fanfiction; I give all credit to Joanne Kathleen Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter books. All references to recognizable, historical or non-fictional, characters are unintended to be offensive, and purely fictional.
