The Upcoming Storm
Summary:
The war is now over and Hermione Granger found herself in a crisis.
She don't know any answers now that she's freed.
All her life she devoted herself to the cause, Harry and defeating Voldemort.
Now she wonder where life will take her
Time-Travelling. Romance. Hermione/Tyrion. One sided Hermione/Robb and Hermione/Ron
Notes:
I do not own either Harry Potter or A Song of Fire and Ice.
This is all fan made and a work of fiction.
It been a while since I last wrote. A couple years.
This story will follow the game of thrones- (the first book of Song of fire and ice) time-line.
The Upcoming Storm
Chapter 1: HERMIONE
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In one's life, things happen suddenly without any reason on why.
Her first year of Hogwarts was the prime example. Her first taste of danger with the troll in the girl's restroom.
Her second year of Hogwarts, she was force to fight the serpent. She was just a mere girl and it was amazing that she was still alive.
Her third year of Hogwarts she stood her ground with a werewolf and with all odds was against her she stood against time.
Her fourth year of Hogwarts took a turn. Between Voldemort's chasing after Harry and Ron's jealousy, she was stuck in the middle.
In the upcoming years up to the day that she was on the run with Harry and Ron, she never felt any sense of peace even when the years after Voldemort's defeat Hermione for once in her life don't know any answers concerning about her life.
She was always worried about the threat with Voldemort and Harry, but now years had passed and both Harry and Ron gotten on with their lives.
Harry went straight to the ministry to become an entrance entry Auror. The defeat of Voldemort under his belt. He found no reason to finish out his last year of Hogwarts any longer.
Ron found on the other hand took a job offering different than Harry that involved a lot of travelling, their years of Hogwarts all lost.
Hermione went back to Hogwarts and finished up her last year and when it was all over, she found herself lost and without any answers to what she should do next in her life.
The threat of Voldemort vanished. She found herself without any meaning in her life. The war took a lot out of her.
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CHAPTER ONE
HERMIONE
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Hermione opened the door to her apartment. Her arms full with groceries and she almost tripped over her own two feet.
She cursed under her breath, laying the bags by the door and then turning the light switch. Picking her the bags she placed them on the kitchen table.
Books and papers clouded the floors. Dust lined up the wall. Hermione glanced around her living room and frown. Feeling of loneness and uncomplete settled upon her. The apartment felt so empty.
She turned the television in the living room and random muggle news channel came on. Details of an elementary school shooting in the background.
Hermione suddenly felt like something was off but she couldn't even place what it was.
After she put away her groceries, she then checked the voice machine for any new messages. After finishing up her last year of Hogwarts, Hermione decided a change was in order. She decided to move into regular old London with the muggles without any obvious magic. Harry on the other hand moved away from civilization into the country-side.
It was peaceful. Away from war. Away from any type of violence and away from those awful memories of running and hurting.
Her arm sometimes still feels sore during the night remembering the time she was taken hostage. She can even still remember the shrieks of Bellatrix laughter and the flashing hot heat on her arm.
"I don't know where he is! I swear!"
Her voice-machine had one new message. Harry's voice filled the living-room. All happy and hopeful.
'It's me again Mione. Just calling to check up on you. It been a while-"
Crack
'You, Ron and I should all get together again-"Harry continued.
The moment she heard the noise Hermione took out her wand and side step just in time. A wave of green light flash passed her almost touching one strain of her hair.
'The Killing Curse!'
A fury of hexes flew toward her next and with each hex she blocked with a perfect shield charm. Books scattered across the room. Papers flew in the air and she searched for her attacker. He was well hidden but yet his hexes still came all in one direction and with a quick shield charm and the stunning charm. The hexes stopped.
A body fell down in the corner of her living-room. He was disillusioned and before Hermione could even come close to look upon her attacker's face after she restraint him with a spell, she felt something hard and sharp hit her in the back of her head.
Everything was spinning and spinning, and she gasped trying to focus hard enough for her to Apparating somewhere safe, she herself slipping and in fear she grasped at the closest location she thought of.
The Burrow.
SMASH!
The windows of her apartment shattered and then she heard it. The laughter she always dreaded late at night. The scar on her arm starting to hurt breaking away her focus.
"Oh the mudblood not so tough is she now?" The person shrieked in a loud pitch with laughter with the last of her strength Hermione raise her wand to who knows where and then she knew no more. Darkness welcomed her in a sweat embrace finally.
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She found herself falling and falling. She sometimes reached out to grab onto something, but her hand always went through. Pieces of memories circled around her flashing in a very quick motion.
Her first day of Hogwarts. Her first-time making friends with both Ron and Harry. Her time with her parents during summer breaks. Her first kiss. Her first heartbreak. The time she was on the run, the time she erased her parents' memories and send them on their way. The time when she found her parents again but was unable to fix their memories. The brain was a very complex organ. The time she chooses her parents happiness and the time she found out that she had a baby sister. All these memories flash all around her.
The fall seem like it was never-ending. What would happened now?
Fear held her heart tight,
Harry!
But yet there was nothing more she could done, and one by one those memories seem to be disappearing. One by one. She was nothing more.