Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I would be a much better writer.
Hermione had grown. She had manageable curly hair that she still hardly did anything with. She also kind of got dumber. She wasn't dumb but since she started moping around, her reflexes demolished.
Hermione raced to the kitchen, her heart was pounding, and her she felt sick to her stomach. She knew something had gone terribly wrong.
"Her parents were muggle dentists what bad could possibly happen to them?" Then Hermione chastised herself
"Muggles die all the time too, even more then wizards. Well maybe not lately."
There wasn't really anymore real news anymore. It was just like a giant obituary. Everyone was just crossing there fingers, hoping that no one they knew had died. It was like one big death lottery.
Most of the lights were off in the house. Which wasn't terribly uncommon because her parents liked to save electricity but, tonight the house felt more then dark, it felt empty.
She crept into the living-room, wand at the ready, listening intently to what the men were saying to each other.
"Muggles are so bloody disgusting" The Skinnier Deatheater remarked looking at a toothbrush.
"What do you suppose this is for?" The Fatter Deatheater asked.
"Do you think it's for the bathroom?" Wormtail said.
"Don't touch it Wormtail, you incompetent fool." The skinnier Deatheater said nastily.
"Would you actually want to touch someone toilet paper?"
"Yes sir, I mean no sir" Wormtail said as he bowed.
Hermione maybe would have thought this was funny or, even remotely hilarious if there wasn't two deatheaters in her house standing over two dead bodies.
It took Hermione a minute to figure out who they were.
"Mom," Hermione screamed "Dad."
Then Hermione mentally slapped herself in the face. She just ruined any surprise attack that she could have done.
"Incarcerous," The Skinnier Deatheater whispered.
Hermione felt her body being tied up and she knew she was dead.
"Brightest whitch of her age," The Skinnier Deatheater scoffed.
"No wonder you weren't with your little blood-traitor boyfriend and Potter." The two men laughed.
"What do you know?" Hermione cried.
"Aww, touched a nerve with itty bitty mudblood." Wormtail laughed.
"Tell me what happened to Harry and Ron." Hermione said.
She remembered that she still had her wand in her hand.
"We wouldn't want you to use this now would we?" The Skinnier Deatheater laughed.
He yanked her wand out of her hand.
Hermione was doomed.
She should have remembered that most deatheaters were skilled with occlumency.
"Little mudblood, you are no longer fun to play with." The Skinny Deatheater said.
"Obliviate"
A/N Haha now I'm scared. I am getting a lot of alerts and that has never happened before. Well here we go. (PS I have never been good with the comma stuff but, I will try harder.)
How about this? I am super bad at writing big chapters but, I will update everyday. Will that work for everyone?
Hpwwefan- Thanks!
Rinalashlaya- Thanks! I know my grammer is bad haha. I tried more in this chapter. I think )
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