The Master of Death (And The Power of Life)
Chapter 1: Hell Hath No Fury Like a Granger Scorned
Just wanted to say that since this is the first time posting on this website I only posted half the chaper before to make sure it worked hear is the rest. Also I have finished this story over the last month and will be posting a chapter every day or 2. Also this story takes place 2 years after the events of the seventh book. This is a dark story where any character could die at any time no one is safe. But despite this it is also a positive story about how "Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times" A tale a Healing and a tale of Suffering. Now back to the story......
Hermione rushed through the door without even saying hello and sat in the living room. It was strange and worrying for Harry to see Hermione so clearly troubled.“Hi Hermione your welcome here anytime but why are here” Harry asked.
“Just thought I would come by and....” Hermione trailed off. Harry was starting to think Ginny was onto something.
Hermione looked up and noticed harry was staring at her. “Harry whats wrong”.
“You” he replied sharper then he intended causing Hermione to jump. He continued his voice softer with worried.“Your not acting like yourself and I think I know why”.
Harry paused as Hermione wouldn't look at him. He put his hand on her shoulder turning her to face him. “You can tell me anything Hermione even if it's something I don't want to hear”.
Tears poured out of Hermione's eyes as she hugged Harry so tight he thought he was being crushed by a basilisk. She then backed away under stronger composure and saw the fire in her eyes was back. She took out her wand and looked harry dead in the eye.
“I need you to stay calm Harry I've already taken care of it and I don't want you going to Azkaban”. Hermione said. Harry just nodded his face already turning red. “What did he do”.
She then waved the her wand across her face and harry gasped. Without the concealment charm Hermione's left eye turned into a disfigure mess. It was bruised, swollen, and had cuts all over it. There was even bits of glass still around the eye.
Harry was seeing red. “I'll kill him” he growled under his breath as he turned to Apparate to do just that..
“Don't you dare harry don't make me stun you” Hermione yelled.
“How could you let that bastard get away with this” Harry hollered. He couldn't belive he was seeing her like this. His Hermione another poor, beaten, victim of domestic abuse.
“MUFFALO” Hermione shreaked and Harry's voice was stuck in his throat. She calmly put the concealing charm back on. She had tried and failed miserably to master Occlumency but she could tell what Harry was thinking.
“A Poor, Beaten, Victim, is that what you think of me. You haven't seen the other guy yet” she smirked and muttered “muffalo”. Harry felt his voice return but Hermione put a finger up.
“This was the first time he has hit me and it is the last time he will ever touch me. I have tried to help him. I have tried to reason with him but no more I'm done! If he wants to drink himself to death FINE! If he wants to poor that shit down his throat and throw up all over the house until he dies then fine. FUCK HIM!
She finished her intense rant by calmly wiping the tears from her face and taking out some cookies from her suit case she had been saving. Harry thought about how even in a situation like this Hermione was still has factual and yet fierce as she had ever been in school or in the war. Though the cursing was different. But Harry wasn't satisfied yet.
“What did you do to him then” he said hoping it was really bad. He was shocked by how he could think such thoughts about his old friend. Then again he thought his thoughts would be the same if Dumbledore himself had done this.
She looked up with a smirk that would be more fitting on Malfoy's face. She took Harry's hand and they apparated. She was going to show him what had become of the man who was once her friend and love, Ron Weasley.