Sunday, May 25, 2008

 

Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 1 - 'DRACO, LOVE'

CHAPTER 1

In the darkness, Hermione Granger crept through the streets, her cloak around her shoulders and hood shielding her face from view. But who would be out on a damp night like this one, where there was nothing out there but the terror and cold to keep them company? Only she walked those streets tonight, or at least for the moment. She walked quickly, trying to keep her footsteps silent. One slight noise could alert anyone to her presence and nowhere was safe anymore. The darkness surrounding her was suffocating, closing in with every step she took.

Where was she going? She didn’t even know anymore. Every safe haven had been destroyed and no one could be trusted. Everyone that had once been loyal was now either dead or corrupted by the fear that coursed through the winding streets of London, ready to turn anyone in for the possible promise of safety and protection. Everyone. The Ministry of Magic was gone, now a hopeless reminder of a hopeful past. Now the world was shattered, hopes and dreams lay in pieces and lives were nothing but bitter tears and screams echoing in the night.

The screams were the worst.

Hermione once had been screaming herself. She had been in hysterics for weeks following Ron’s death and now she was close to losing the last bit of her sanity for good. She moved against the brick walls, slippery from the rain. No one was out, which was good, but she knew it wouldn’t last. In moments, the patrol would pass through and by then Hermione had to be long gone or hiding in the best place she could. But on the open street with no doorways or entrances to duck into and to spend the night, she would be seen immediately if she didn’t run. But she was afraid to run. Running would make noise and noise was not a luxury that Hermione Granger could afford.

So she moved as quickly as possible, keeping close the walls, looking over her shoulder for any sign of being followed. She saw nothing, just the dark shadows that expanded behind and in front of her, beckoning her to come closer and also warning her to stay back. But she had to get out of the city, out of London before everything went as Voldemort promised. Or maybe she was already too late. Maybe everything already had been ruined forever. She could expect that couldn’t she? Already, everything she had once loved was gone. Harry, Ron, her family. What she wouldn’t give for them to be with her now.

A tear fell from her eye, moving down her cheek. Almost instantly she swiped it away, determined not to shed anymore tears. Then she heard a slight hum. She pressed her back against the wall and shut her eyes, willing herself not to be seen. As she felt the brick wall tremble and she turned the corner, pressing her back against the wall. She slid to the ground, gripping her wand in her hand. Moving slowly, she peeked around the corner.

Emerging from a gaping hole in the wall came three figures, dressed in black cloaks with their wands lit. One was distinctly female, tall and lithe with flowing black hair and light, caramel colored skin. A large silver pendant hung from her neck, a large emerald pulsed in the light from the tip of her wand, the size of a baby’s fist. The other two were both men, both muscular. One was tall, the other short and stocky. Hermione wasn’t brave enough to look any longer. Afraid that they would see her, she turned away and waited for them to go in the opposite direction or come towards her, see her and undoubtedly take her to Voldemort. But it seemed as though something good was happening her tonight as she heard their footsteps move off away from her, fading off into the distance.

# posted by Sek Koon @ 7:07 AM
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