New Colors of Life
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
22
Views:
31,987
Reviews:
87
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pros and Contras
Hey, all! Here is a new chapter, betaed by the wonderful RoseTyler.
It's very short, but it is important and I just did not feel like merging this chapter with the others.
NERYS- here is mine, where is yours? LOL
Let me know, what you think!
Smirking, Tom hissed the password.
“Open”
Chapter 7.
Hermione
“What happened?” asked Hermione out loud. As always, no one answered. If there ever was something Hermione could not understand, she would analyze the situation and look for answers. One way or another she would have her answers. However, it seemed that the situation she currently found herself in, was irresolvable.
Pushing thoughts of Riddle and the strange dream aside, Hermione stood up from her bed and walked towards her new trunk.
She still had a lot of things to unpack and sort through. New clothing that no matter how many times she looked at it,it never seemed to look familiar. Skirts that she would have associated with old fashioned and blouses that looked more like clothing her grandmother would have worn in her youth filled her trunk. What she wouldn't give for her denims and tees right now. Much more comfortable. Much more Hermione. But the times were different then. Women wore more feminine clothing and to think of wearing the type of clothing that women wore in her time. Well let's just say murmurs and quick whispers were a sure thing. She was almost done sorting thru her new “wardrobe”, when she came to her school uniforms. She felt the fabric soft cotton and silk lining, just like she remembered . 'Well, at least some things never change.' She mused. It felt very strange to see green and silver instead of red and gold, but it seemed that nothing was the same anymore.
There were a lot more important things in need of Hermione’s attention- her current situation, Azkaban, the future of the entire Wizarding World, the future of the Muggle World, the voice that apparently only she could hear and of course Riddle.
The most important thing that disturbed Hermione at the moment was what to do next. She had a choice- either somehow to try and return back into the future and possibly face Azkaban, or stay here in the past with that maniacal git. Thinking about her options, Hermione felt tears gathering in her eyes- really, what was she supposed to do. She was doomed either way. She was alone. Completely alone. No friends, mother, father, hope.
‘No one cares about me. I have no one to care about. Should I try to return back to the future, Even though I know I will be sentenced to Azkaban.’ Bitterly mused Hermione. The thought alone, that her friends abandoned her when she needed them the most made her heart ache. She still could not understand what went wrong with her life. It seemed as if somebody above cursed her; she had no life anymore.
Her family was killed, her friends abandoned her and now she was stuck with history's most dangerous psychopathic maniac in the last two centuries. She had to decide and she knew that. Hermione, being her always logical self thought, weigh her options. Yes, that was the best course of action here. But how was the real question. Then it came to her. She decided to make a list of pros and contras.
Nibbling on her feather quill, Hermione began writing.
First option was a “Return back to the future” list.
Pros:
1. No Riddle.
And then she stopped. There were no more pros. That thought alone made Hermione so sad and desperate, that she wanted to simply die. She remembered a time when she would not had to even think it twice. But...oh how times have changed...No more pros for coming home.
Gathering her wits, she continued the list.
Contras:
1.Azkaban
2.Voldemort
3.Dead parents
4.No family
5.Order of the Phoenix
6.War deaths
8.No seventh year
9.No future
10. Harry and Ron
The last line was the worst. She had no friends. At all. It did not really matter anymore, that Hermione would stick by them when they needed her, or that she was always supportive no matter the consequences. That she was usually the brains of their operations. She was abandoned. Discarded, as simple as that. Refusing to cry, Hermione started the second option list. “Staying in the past”
Pros:
1.No Azkaban
2.A chance to start all over again
3.Knowledge of the future
4.Hogwarts. 7th year education
5.A chance to live
6.Freedom
There were much more pros on that list, which made Hermione somewhat nervous. It seemed that there really was no other option. Finally, when the contras were added, Hermione made up her mind.
She was staying.
Getting up, she went to the bathroom before going back to bed. All other problems she would have to start solving tomorrow.
Lying lonely on the wooden desk, the second parchment held only two words.
Contras:
1.Riddle.
It's very short, but it is important and I just did not feel like merging this chapter with the others.
NERYS- here is mine, where is yours? LOL
Let me know, what you think!
Smirking, Tom hissed the password.
“Open”
Chapter 7.
Hermione
“What happened?” asked Hermione out loud. As always, no one answered. If there ever was something Hermione could not understand, she would analyze the situation and look for answers. One way or another she would have her answers. However, it seemed that the situation she currently found herself in, was irresolvable.
Pushing thoughts of Riddle and the strange dream aside, Hermione stood up from her bed and walked towards her new trunk.
She still had a lot of things to unpack and sort through. New clothing that no matter how many times she looked at it,it never seemed to look familiar. Skirts that she would have associated with old fashioned and blouses that looked more like clothing her grandmother would have worn in her youth filled her trunk. What she wouldn't give for her denims and tees right now. Much more comfortable. Much more Hermione. But the times were different then. Women wore more feminine clothing and to think of wearing the type of clothing that women wore in her time. Well let's just say murmurs and quick whispers were a sure thing. She was almost done sorting thru her new “wardrobe”, when she came to her school uniforms. She felt the fabric soft cotton and silk lining, just like she remembered . 'Well, at least some things never change.' She mused. It felt very strange to see green and silver instead of red and gold, but it seemed that nothing was the same anymore.
There were a lot more important things in need of Hermione’s attention- her current situation, Azkaban, the future of the entire Wizarding World, the future of the Muggle World, the voice that apparently only she could hear and of course Riddle.
The most important thing that disturbed Hermione at the moment was what to do next. She had a choice- either somehow to try and return back into the future and possibly face Azkaban, or stay here in the past with that maniacal git. Thinking about her options, Hermione felt tears gathering in her eyes- really, what was she supposed to do. She was doomed either way. She was alone. Completely alone. No friends, mother, father, hope.
‘No one cares about me. I have no one to care about. Should I try to return back to the future, Even though I know I will be sentenced to Azkaban.’ Bitterly mused Hermione. The thought alone, that her friends abandoned her when she needed them the most made her heart ache. She still could not understand what went wrong with her life. It seemed as if somebody above cursed her; she had no life anymore.
Her family was killed, her friends abandoned her and now she was stuck with history's most dangerous psychopathic maniac in the last two centuries. She had to decide and she knew that. Hermione, being her always logical self thought, weigh her options. Yes, that was the best course of action here. But how was the real question. Then it came to her. She decided to make a list of pros and contras.
Nibbling on her feather quill, Hermione began writing.
First option was a “Return back to the future” list.
Pros:
1. No Riddle.
And then she stopped. There were no more pros. That thought alone made Hermione so sad and desperate, that she wanted to simply die. She remembered a time when she would not had to even think it twice. But...oh how times have changed...No more pros for coming home.
Gathering her wits, she continued the list.
Contras:
1.Azkaban
2.Voldemort
3.Dead parents
4.No family
5.Order of the Phoenix
6.War deaths
8.No seventh year
9.No future
10. Harry and Ron
The last line was the worst. She had no friends. At all. It did not really matter anymore, that Hermione would stick by them when they needed her, or that she was always supportive no matter the consequences. That she was usually the brains of their operations. She was abandoned. Discarded, as simple as that. Refusing to cry, Hermione started the second option list. “Staying in the past”
Pros:
1.No Azkaban
2.A chance to start all over again
3.Knowledge of the future
4.Hogwarts. 7th year education
5.A chance to live
6.Freedom
There were much more pros on that list, which made Hermione somewhat nervous. It seemed that there really was no other option. Finally, when the contras were added, Hermione made up her mind.
She was staying.
Getting up, she went to the bathroom before going back to bed. All other problems she would have to start solving tomorrow.
Lying lonely on the wooden desk, the second parchment held only two words.
Contras:
1.Riddle.