Fight For a New Life
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,405
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Fight For a New Life
Fight For A New Life
A/N: This is a Draco/Hermione pairing and I imagine that this, at least at this point is somewhat of a darkfic (or at least it starts that way). As with all fanfics they seem to take on a life of their own and sometimes evolve beyond your first concept. Please note this has PLOT! It may take up some time to build a romance between the two, but I would like to keep them as in character as possible… Also this is AU as I am putting aside the events of book six (as we all know they are not very conductive to this pairing.) Now on with the show.
Disclaimer: I am not making any money. J.K. Rowling owns all the characters, settings and seemingly this entire wizarding world. I merely twist their fates. If I should include any original characters, those alone are mine.
Chapter 1: Dark Times – Prologue (1/?)
Very few understand the concept of war, even fewer understand what war entails, and perhaps even fewer ever make it to see the end…A great muggle mind (one who at this point my mind is too weary to recall) once coined the phrase “only the dead have seen the end of war.” As I sit on this cold, wasted and now barren meadow (if such a thing still exists) I am forced to ponder the truth to that statement. Clutching Ginny’s lifeless hand I can’t help but feel some small glimmer of hope that; perhaps she passed on to venture somewhere more peaceful than this broken, war ridden wasteland that the wizarding world has become.
A world that once fulfilled a child’s wildest dreams and hopeful imaginations, that child was me. Hermione Granger… although my name holds very little meaning to me now. Even my once cherished books that I believed held the key to all the riddles of the universe seem unimportant. Not that I could easily get my hand on one if I wanted. The war is all consuming now. Each day is a new battle or the more pressing day to day fight for survival. I often wonder if anyone really remembers what the war started over, and if at any time if the war should cease could the wizarding world be rebuilt. Hope is not a luxury I possess… and even if I were to entertain the thought of a peaceful civilization again, I doubt I could ever be a part of it. Some ghosts haunt you forever.
I stand up from my desolate perch and proceed to collect the fallen bodies of my comrades. Dragging them through the dirt and grime but unable to lift them, my own strength betraying me. Strapping their bodies together and transfiguring a small stone into a portkey, I manage to transport us back to headquarters. The least they deserve is a proper burial. It may be the last comfort I can ever give them, or myself.
A/N: Short prologue I know… but I wanted to be in the present before I delve into what led up to this point. Also some of the thoughts going through Hermione’s head are very real. Her character in this scene is very reminiscent of someone who was once very close to me. Their sentiments about war being expressed through her. Please review if you have a moment to spare. I take criticism well. I am by no means a professional.
A/N: This is a Draco/Hermione pairing and I imagine that this, at least at this point is somewhat of a darkfic (or at least it starts that way). As with all fanfics they seem to take on a life of their own and sometimes evolve beyond your first concept. Please note this has PLOT! It may take up some time to build a romance between the two, but I would like to keep them as in character as possible… Also this is AU as I am putting aside the events of book six (as we all know they are not very conductive to this pairing.) Now on with the show.
Disclaimer: I am not making any money. J.K. Rowling owns all the characters, settings and seemingly this entire wizarding world. I merely twist their fates. If I should include any original characters, those alone are mine.
Chapter 1: Dark Times – Prologue (1/?)
Very few understand the concept of war, even fewer understand what war entails, and perhaps even fewer ever make it to see the end…A great muggle mind (one who at this point my mind is too weary to recall) once coined the phrase “only the dead have seen the end of war.” As I sit on this cold, wasted and now barren meadow (if such a thing still exists) I am forced to ponder the truth to that statement. Clutching Ginny’s lifeless hand I can’t help but feel some small glimmer of hope that; perhaps she passed on to venture somewhere more peaceful than this broken, war ridden wasteland that the wizarding world has become.
A world that once fulfilled a child’s wildest dreams and hopeful imaginations, that child was me. Hermione Granger… although my name holds very little meaning to me now. Even my once cherished books that I believed held the key to all the riddles of the universe seem unimportant. Not that I could easily get my hand on one if I wanted. The war is all consuming now. Each day is a new battle or the more pressing day to day fight for survival. I often wonder if anyone really remembers what the war started over, and if at any time if the war should cease could the wizarding world be rebuilt. Hope is not a luxury I possess… and even if I were to entertain the thought of a peaceful civilization again, I doubt I could ever be a part of it. Some ghosts haunt you forever.
I stand up from my desolate perch and proceed to collect the fallen bodies of my comrades. Dragging them through the dirt and grime but unable to lift them, my own strength betraying me. Strapping their bodies together and transfiguring a small stone into a portkey, I manage to transport us back to headquarters. The least they deserve is a proper burial. It may be the last comfort I can ever give them, or myself.
A/N: Short prologue I know… but I wanted to be in the present before I delve into what led up to this point. Also some of the thoughts going through Hermione’s head are very real. Her character in this scene is very reminiscent of someone who was once very close to me. Their sentiments about war being expressed through her. Please review if you have a moment to spare. I take criticism well. I am by no means a professional.