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Adult ++
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A beginning of an end
Here is the first chapter.
I am sorry for not answering the reviews, but I just don't want to write a whole page with things that may not be interesting for the others.
One question I will answer though: I was asked what my first language is-well, it's Russian and Estonian ( since I live in Estonia), English is 3rd, German is 4th :)))
"blah"- speech
‘blah’- thought
"blah" - the voice
Beta- RoseTyler
CHAPTER 1
She was late. She was quite sure of it actually. There were only 10 minutes left until the final whistle and there was so much to do before departure. No one could say that Hermione Granger did not do her duties properly. Running as fast as she could, Hermione stormed through the magical barrier which separated two different worlds-a muggle world and a world full of adventure, wonders and Magic.
As soon as she passed the barrier, Hermione found herself looking for her two best friends- Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. A few bystanders could see a young woman rushing towards someone standing in the crowd. In the magical world, every single soul knew who Harry Potter was and what he was famous for. Ronald Weasley though, was only known for being one of seven children of the Weasley family- pure blooded, honest and poor. Through the first six years Ron, as well as Hermione herself became known because of their friendship and adventures with said Harry Potter.
During those six years they spent in Hogwarts, Hermione, Harry and Ron were the best of friends. They always supported each other no matter what. Every year during the summer holiday away from Hogwarts, they'd spend a great amount of time together. Not this year however. During the break after 6th year something happened between them. Yes, they still wrote to each other, but not as often as before. The last letter Hermione received from the boys who were at the Burrow was quite interesting.
Hi!
How are you doing, Mione?
We are good.
See you soon.
Bye!
Harry and Ron
Oh, she was doing very well. Nothing much happened during the summer, only some minor occurrences: the death of her parents, an argument with Mrs. Weasley who thought that Hermione was a bad influence on her baby-boy just because Hermione did not feel like dating Ron anytime soon. Let alone thinking of having children this early on in life. No, Hermione wanted to finish school and have a career before children came into the equation. That was the reason why Hermione was left to herself for three months.
Her parents were killed in the beginning of June. Hermione was always afraid that her involvement in the war against Voldemort would hurt her parents in the end, but they were killed by some junkie who wanted their money. They were killed by a mere muggle, she was sure of that, even though Ron and Harry tried to convince her that the Death Eaters were responsible.
It seemed that Ron and Harry, along side with the whole Order of the Phoenix, used to think that Voldemort was responsible for everything . Truth be told, Hermione was quite sure of it herself before the summer began, but now she understood Voldemort far better than before. She wouldn’t tell the Order of course, but he was a genius. Evil, cruel, but genius none the less.
It all began when she was left alone. Alone in her now empty home to think. There she was free with no one trying to brainwash her or convince her that everything happened because of Voldemort.
Hermione’s passion for knowledge and respect for it was huge, far greater than her hate for the Dark Arts. It was quite easy nowadays to order different books without revealing one’s identity. Books on Dark Curses, Dark Creatures, Dark Rituals- she went through them all. But she still remained on to the light , Hermione would tell herself everyday.
There was however one small thing that made Hermione wonder if she was loosing her mind- she started hearing a voice. A voice that belonged to somebody she felt she knew. A voice that would sometimes say strange things to her.
She could remember clearly when she first heard it.
Flashback
Hermione was sitting in her room, looking at the moon, hoping to find answers to all her questions. She felt as if she was missing something or as if there was something missing from her. A dark and a longing feeling. The Moon was smiling at her, but not saying anything. Keeping her secrets to herself. But then....she heard that voice for the first time…That soft and charismatic voice calling to her....
"Angel…my little dark angel… "
“What the bloody fuck!! Who’s in here?” Frightened Hermione jumped from her seat and started pointing her wand in every direction. She found no one and assumed that this was a hallucination. 'A trick of the mind perhaps' She thought. She rarely had any sleep these days, always studying or thinking. Hermione really loved her parents, but she could cry no more for them; she felt empty inside.
End flashback
A week later Hermione got very scared when she heard the voice again. For she was sure, this was no hallucination. She remembered about Harry’s visions and about the voice in his head during 5th year, but come on...Voldemort in her head? No way. Plus, the voice definitely didn’t belong to the Dark Lord. She was sure of that, even though she had never seen him, or heard him. That voice was…special. It was so alluring, powerful, tender and possessive that Hermione felt herself drown in it. And then she noticed one more thing, an important one - the voice wasn’t even talking directly to her. It was like a memory of sorts. The only problem was that Hermione had never met anyone with a voice like that. That made her feel warm.
Flashback
"Do you want it, angel? You are so filthy but pure at the same time…my angel…only mine...."
End flashback
After Hermione would sometimes hear that voice and constantly wonder who it belonged to.
This occurred all throughout summer holiday but today on the 1st of September, Hermione thought only of school and what the new year had in store.
She saw them straight away- Tall broad shouldered but clumsy Ron Weasley and Harry Potter with his famous tousled raven hair. There were girls around them, chatting, flirting shamelessly. It was quite clear that they both enjoyed the attention, Ron in particular.
Ron was just about to ask Harry where the hell Hermione was when he saw her rushing towards them.
“ You’re late, you know” said a very disappointed Ron who didn’t like that Hermione seemed to not give a shit if he was fucking somebody on the platform.
“ Is that so? I am sure there is still plenty of time left before the departure” he was really pissing Hermione off. He was just so plain and…well, stupid.
“ It’s nice to see you too, Hermione. We were wondering what took you so long to get here” Harry was always calmer than Ron, but he was such a boy…yes, a boy and not a man.
‘What is wrong with me? Everybody drives me mental today?!’ thought an already irritated Hermione, ‘Add that to the fact that not only do I have Head Girl duties but it's obvious that these two don't need me right now.....Wait…Did they ever?...’ Though Hermione. She had recently started having that nagging thought pop into her head quite often, as of late. Did they really need her ?'
"Angel…."
‘Not now, please! Who is this angel?!’ mentally Hermione was punching that voice with her fists as hard as she could, in desperate hope of answers.
"Mine…only mine…and you love it…my possession…my priceless little…bitch.."
“ Who did you just call a bitch, asshole?” furious Hermione made no difference if talking mentally or out loud.
A moment later Hermione finally understood how Harry had felt during 5th year when everybody thought he was nuts. Well, now everybody thought she was.
“Sorry. Guys talk to you later. I have to go and check on the first years...” She trailed off. Everyone knew that Hermione as newly appointed Head Girl, would take her responsibilities seriously. Even if she was not in the right state of mind.
Everything would have gone normally, Harry would tell Ron that Hermione must have “over studied,” Ron would say she was always a little bit off, the rest of the school would gossip as always. Everything would have gone normally, if it hadn’t been for him. Draco Malfoy.
“Who did you just call a bitch, asshole?” whined in a disgustingly sweet voice the blond Malfoy heir. “ Who would call you a bitch, mudblood?” said Malfoy moving towards Hermione.
Hermione was fuming but decided to keep quiet and not answer his stupid childish bite.
“What’s the matter mudblood? Cat got your tongue? It wouldn’t actually be a surprise seeing how intimately you two coexist. You even look the same.”
“Shut up, ferret. What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be in Azkaban …or in grave somewhere?” Harry would always stand up for his friends, no matter what. A true Gryffindor never knows when to keep quiet.
“ No. but your parents sure are, Scarhead!” Malfoy always knew how to sting. “Mine are healthy and wealthy as always”, said Malfoy with a smug expression on his pale face.
It was a known fact that Malfoy Senior got away from imprisonment. Money can do wonders in magical world as well. Avoiding a trip to Azkaban is nothing a few thousand Galleons won't buy you.
“By the way, mudblood, tell me one thing. Ok? Only your mother was fucked in all holes before dieing or your father as well? Filth is always filth”. Malfoy along with his minions were having a great time. Laughing over her parents’ deaths while his bastard father was sipping wine in that expensive mansion of his.
Hermione felt like crying and killing Malfoy at the same time. She was about to call him every profane word she knew and then some, even hit him with a spell or a fist in that smug face of his. When she heard that again....
"My forever fallen angel….come…come now.."
The next thing Hermione heard was a horrifying scream coming from Malfoy and her own voice just seconds before interrupting Malfoy's laughter. All she heard was one word.
Just one word......
“Crucio!”
REVIEW!
I am sorry for not answering the reviews, but I just don't want to write a whole page with things that may not be interesting for the others.
One question I will answer though: I was asked what my first language is-well, it's Russian and Estonian ( since I live in Estonia), English is 3rd, German is 4th :)))
"blah"- speech
‘blah’- thought
"blah" - the voice
Beta- RoseTyler
CHAPTER 1
She was late. She was quite sure of it actually. There were only 10 minutes left until the final whistle and there was so much to do before departure. No one could say that Hermione Granger did not do her duties properly. Running as fast as she could, Hermione stormed through the magical barrier which separated two different worlds-a muggle world and a world full of adventure, wonders and Magic.
As soon as she passed the barrier, Hermione found herself looking for her two best friends- Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. A few bystanders could see a young woman rushing towards someone standing in the crowd. In the magical world, every single soul knew who Harry Potter was and what he was famous for. Ronald Weasley though, was only known for being one of seven children of the Weasley family- pure blooded, honest and poor. Through the first six years Ron, as well as Hermione herself became known because of their friendship and adventures with said Harry Potter.
During those six years they spent in Hogwarts, Hermione, Harry and Ron were the best of friends. They always supported each other no matter what. Every year during the summer holiday away from Hogwarts, they'd spend a great amount of time together. Not this year however. During the break after 6th year something happened between them. Yes, they still wrote to each other, but not as often as before. The last letter Hermione received from the boys who were at the Burrow was quite interesting.
Hi!
How are you doing, Mione?
We are good.
See you soon.
Bye!
Harry and Ron
Oh, she was doing very well. Nothing much happened during the summer, only some minor occurrences: the death of her parents, an argument with Mrs. Weasley who thought that Hermione was a bad influence on her baby-boy just because Hermione did not feel like dating Ron anytime soon. Let alone thinking of having children this early on in life. No, Hermione wanted to finish school and have a career before children came into the equation. That was the reason why Hermione was left to herself for three months.
Her parents were killed in the beginning of June. Hermione was always afraid that her involvement in the war against Voldemort would hurt her parents in the end, but they were killed by some junkie who wanted their money. They were killed by a mere muggle, she was sure of that, even though Ron and Harry tried to convince her that the Death Eaters were responsible.
It seemed that Ron and Harry, along side with the whole Order of the Phoenix, used to think that Voldemort was responsible for everything . Truth be told, Hermione was quite sure of it herself before the summer began, but now she understood Voldemort far better than before. She wouldn’t tell the Order of course, but he was a genius. Evil, cruel, but genius none the less.
It all began when she was left alone. Alone in her now empty home to think. There she was free with no one trying to brainwash her or convince her that everything happened because of Voldemort.
Hermione’s passion for knowledge and respect for it was huge, far greater than her hate for the Dark Arts. It was quite easy nowadays to order different books without revealing one’s identity. Books on Dark Curses, Dark Creatures, Dark Rituals- she went through them all. But she still remained on to the light , Hermione would tell herself everyday.
There was however one small thing that made Hermione wonder if she was loosing her mind- she started hearing a voice. A voice that belonged to somebody she felt she knew. A voice that would sometimes say strange things to her.
She could remember clearly when she first heard it.
Flashback
Hermione was sitting in her room, looking at the moon, hoping to find answers to all her questions. She felt as if she was missing something or as if there was something missing from her. A dark and a longing feeling. The Moon was smiling at her, but not saying anything. Keeping her secrets to herself. But then....she heard that voice for the first time…That soft and charismatic voice calling to her....
"Angel…my little dark angel… "
“What the bloody fuck!! Who’s in here?” Frightened Hermione jumped from her seat and started pointing her wand in every direction. She found no one and assumed that this was a hallucination. 'A trick of the mind perhaps' She thought. She rarely had any sleep these days, always studying or thinking. Hermione really loved her parents, but she could cry no more for them; she felt empty inside.
End flashback
A week later Hermione got very scared when she heard the voice again. For she was sure, this was no hallucination. She remembered about Harry’s visions and about the voice in his head during 5th year, but come on...Voldemort in her head? No way. Plus, the voice definitely didn’t belong to the Dark Lord. She was sure of that, even though she had never seen him, or heard him. That voice was…special. It was so alluring, powerful, tender and possessive that Hermione felt herself drown in it. And then she noticed one more thing, an important one - the voice wasn’t even talking directly to her. It was like a memory of sorts. The only problem was that Hermione had never met anyone with a voice like that. That made her feel warm.
Flashback
"Do you want it, angel? You are so filthy but pure at the same time…my angel…only mine...."
End flashback
After Hermione would sometimes hear that voice and constantly wonder who it belonged to.
This occurred all throughout summer holiday but today on the 1st of September, Hermione thought only of school and what the new year had in store.
She saw them straight away- Tall broad shouldered but clumsy Ron Weasley and Harry Potter with his famous tousled raven hair. There were girls around them, chatting, flirting shamelessly. It was quite clear that they both enjoyed the attention, Ron in particular.
Ron was just about to ask Harry where the hell Hermione was when he saw her rushing towards them.
“ You’re late, you know” said a very disappointed Ron who didn’t like that Hermione seemed to not give a shit if he was fucking somebody on the platform.
“ Is that so? I am sure there is still plenty of time left before the departure” he was really pissing Hermione off. He was just so plain and…well, stupid.
“ It’s nice to see you too, Hermione. We were wondering what took you so long to get here” Harry was always calmer than Ron, but he was such a boy…yes, a boy and not a man.
‘What is wrong with me? Everybody drives me mental today?!’ thought an already irritated Hermione, ‘Add that to the fact that not only do I have Head Girl duties but it's obvious that these two don't need me right now.....Wait…Did they ever?...’ Though Hermione. She had recently started having that nagging thought pop into her head quite often, as of late. Did they really need her ?'
"Angel…."
‘Not now, please! Who is this angel?!’ mentally Hermione was punching that voice with her fists as hard as she could, in desperate hope of answers.
"Mine…only mine…and you love it…my possession…my priceless little…bitch.."
“ Who did you just call a bitch, asshole?” furious Hermione made no difference if talking mentally or out loud.
A moment later Hermione finally understood how Harry had felt during 5th year when everybody thought he was nuts. Well, now everybody thought she was.
“Sorry. Guys talk to you later. I have to go and check on the first years...” She trailed off. Everyone knew that Hermione as newly appointed Head Girl, would take her responsibilities seriously. Even if she was not in the right state of mind.
Everything would have gone normally, Harry would tell Ron that Hermione must have “over studied,” Ron would say she was always a little bit off, the rest of the school would gossip as always. Everything would have gone normally, if it hadn’t been for him. Draco Malfoy.
“Who did you just call a bitch, asshole?” whined in a disgustingly sweet voice the blond Malfoy heir. “ Who would call you a bitch, mudblood?” said Malfoy moving towards Hermione.
Hermione was fuming but decided to keep quiet and not answer his stupid childish bite.
“What’s the matter mudblood? Cat got your tongue? It wouldn’t actually be a surprise seeing how intimately you two coexist. You even look the same.”
“Shut up, ferret. What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be in Azkaban …or in grave somewhere?” Harry would always stand up for his friends, no matter what. A true Gryffindor never knows when to keep quiet.
“ No. but your parents sure are, Scarhead!” Malfoy always knew how to sting. “Mine are healthy and wealthy as always”, said Malfoy with a smug expression on his pale face.
It was a known fact that Malfoy Senior got away from imprisonment. Money can do wonders in magical world as well. Avoiding a trip to Azkaban is nothing a few thousand Galleons won't buy you.
“By the way, mudblood, tell me one thing. Ok? Only your mother was fucked in all holes before dieing or your father as well? Filth is always filth”. Malfoy along with his minions were having a great time. Laughing over her parents’ deaths while his bastard father was sipping wine in that expensive mansion of his.
Hermione felt like crying and killing Malfoy at the same time. She was about to call him every profane word she knew and then some, even hit him with a spell or a fist in that smug face of his. When she heard that again....
"My forever fallen angel….come…come now.."
The next thing Hermione heard was a horrifying scream coming from Malfoy and her own voice just seconds before interrupting Malfoy's laughter. All she heard was one word.
Just one word......
“Crucio!”
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