New Colors of Life

“blah”- speech
‘blah’- thoughts
"blah" - the voice

Beta- RoseTyler

And THANKS, Nerys , for helping me out with italics and bold letters!!!
Chapter 2

“ Crucio!”


The second the bright red light burst from the wand the ferret was on the ground rolling and screaming. It looked excruciatingly painful. Never in his short life had he been in so much pain. Tears were rolling from his eyes while his nails were tearing at his clothes, his screams it felt could be heard on the other side of the country. And for the first time in his life, Draco thought, that perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to piss off Granger.


“What the fuck are you doing?” as soon as Harry could think again, he brutally snatched the wand in Hermione’s hand and stopped the curse.

The silence on the platform nine and three quarters was broken by the sobbing of Draco Malfoy. Who was curled on the ground trying to overcome the pain and remaining spasms that raked thru his body. There was a reason why the Cruciatus curse was an unforgivable one.


"Such a pretty little angel…all mine…completely and forever…MINE!"


“I am not an angel!!”, screamed angry and frustrated Hermione who really wasn’t thinking clearly at the moment.

“An angel? All you can say after casting Cruciatus on Malfoy is that you’re not an angel?!!
I am asking you, what the fuck are you doing? Are you completely mad? Do you know, what you have done? Do you know?” Harry was shaking Hermione and screaming at her.

Ron on the other had was still trying to pick his jaw up from the ground and try not to faint at the same time. He knew that their friendship was a bit lost during the summer and that Hermione was not the same as she was a year ago... but Dark Hermione? No, he did not want to know or have anything to do with that Hermione at all.

Hermione Granger, The Head Girl and a Gryffindor know-it-all princess, had just cast an unforgivable on a fellow student. A torture curse to be exact. And all she said she was no angel?

Hermione felt as if somebody had put an iron helmet on her head and kept banging it with a stick. When her mind finally started working a bit the first thought that came to mind was ‘ I am definitely screwed now.'


Nobody had time to understand what was happening when a dozen of aurors apparated onto the platform. With their wands out they rushed to Draco Malfoy and those who surrounded him.

“Who did it? Who cast the curse?” Alastor Moody asked gruffly. The aurors of course already knew who cast the curse, but they just could not believe it. The Gryffindor Know-it-all and member of the Golden Trio? It just couldn't be.

“She did, the ugly mudblood! She cast the spell on Drakie-poo”, Pansy Parkinson was wailing while hugging a still sobbing Draco Malfoy. All other Slytherins were looking at Hermione as if she grew another head.


“Granger?”, Moody`s voice was strangely quiet.


Hermione could not believe what was happening. To tell the truth, Hermione wasn’t sure that she regretted what she had done. Since Malfoy really did deserve what he got, but she was still horrified with herself. Harry on the other hand was looking at her as if he had never seen her and Ron, with jaw still on the floor, was looking like Hermione turned into Bellatrix Lestrange.

“Why?” was the only thing Harry managed to say. He did not want to look at her, he did not want to know her anymore. Hermione was dead to him no matter what.

Later, Hermione would really regret ever saying it, but she was a Gryffindor and believed in honesty.

“Because he deserved it”.

“Hermione Jane Granger, you are arrested for using an Unforgivable on a fellow student and are to be sentenced to Azkaban”.
Hermione thought she recognized the voice and looked up to see Kingsley Shakerbolt standing in front of her.

Harry, Ron, Neville and other friends were looking sick and astonished. But at the same time one could see in their eyes that they all agreed with the verdict.

“You have been studying Dark Magic, haven’t you Hermione? You are no better that the Death Eaters you hate so much. I don’t know you anymore.” Ronald Weasley was always harsh and fast to decide, so that didn’t come as a surprise. Harry Potter on the other hand, who mind you, tried the curse on Bellatrix himself, was looking Hermione in the eyes and said something that would affect not only present and future, but the past as well “ Take her away.”


So as you can guess, one hour later, the Head Girl and Gryffindor Princess was taken by boat to the island of Azkaban. She was alone except for the aurors. Hermione’s eyes were red from crying and her heart torn. How could they do it? She still didn’t understand what happened on the platform, but she did understand that all those people she always helped and loved, abandoned her. She felt betrayed.
‘I was their friend, they should have helped me, at least listened to me, but no, here I am on a boat on my way to hell.’


Before there was a chance she could have escaped Azkaban when Headmaster Dumbledore was still alive. He would have helped her, she hoped at least. Now, when the Minister of Magic was as paranoid as ever, she had no way to escape the prison that was now to be her home. She felt betrayed because the “Light” had let her down. The same people who claim to fight for justice and who saw the good in everyone. 'It’s not like I killed Malfoy.',she thought bitterly.


" Soon…you will be mine…completely mine…little angry angel..."

“Are you a Dementor or something?” asked Hermione out loud. The aurors looked at her like she really lost it. Like she gave a shit anymore.....

The boat where Hermione along side with three aurors sat, was almost to shore. When a massive explosion was heard for a couple of meters and a thick pink fog surrounded the boat, making the boat capsize and everyone fall into the dark freezing water.
Hermione could not see a thing but she could feel the water surrounding her and hear the aurors scream. Hermione started to swim, but was sucked into a maelstrom that came from nowhere.

‘This is it then’ thought Hermione drowning.

"This is it then…angel..."

A couple of hours later. Hermione found herself laying on a stone floor. Her head hurt, she was coughing and she did not know where the hell she was. She soon found out that there was someone beside her, better to say ,she way laying on someone. Opening her eyes Hermione thought that this was definitely not a dementor, maybe an auror, but when she saw who was supporting her, she blacked out once again. The last thought that went through her mind was
‘A dementor would have been a better option.'

Unfortunately for Hermione, she was being held not by a soul-sucking ugly dementor, but by a handsome Head Boy of Hogwarts- Tom Marvolo Riddle.