Post by twistedlove on Aug 9, 2013 18:02:10 GMT -6
She had to keep moving, if she wanted to live she had to keep going. She could hear the footsteps in the distance attempting to catch up and wondered how long she had until they succeeded. In her right hand she clutched her wand tightly ready to fire off whatever spell, hex, jinx, or curse she would need to in order to stay alive. Her brown curls flew behind her in a wild mass of hair, her face flushed with exertion as she pushed forward, taking a sharp left turn on a whim- a broken tree branch catching her shirt, ripping the fabric while simultaneously tearing the skin. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted one of the assailants, his face ferial, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he jumped at an inhumanly distance and tackled her to the ground before she could raised her wand in defense. A scared and surprised scream ripped from her throat as the male body connected roughly with hers sending her flying off course and down onto the forest ground, rocks jabbing at her as she rolled uncomfortably, the man right beside her. Slamming into a tree was the only thing that stopped her momentum, knocking her senseless momentarily. With her wand still in her hand she raised it in hopes to shield herself only to feel the thick hand of someone gripping her wrist and snapping it with ease- another cry of agony torn from her as tears flooded her eyes.
"There, there pet- no need to cry...not yet anyway." The deep voice of Fenir Greyback caused her eyes to snap open in horror, his putrid breath causing her stomach to roll along with visions of what was to come next. Not one to give in easily she raised her knee and attempted to harm the werewolf murderer where she could inflict the most damage but he had anticipated her move and blocked her with ease, squeezing her now broken wrist sending pain waves rippling through her body and making the tears leak faster out of her eyes. His long nailed fingers traced down from her cheek, to her neck, following to her sides before gripping the hem of her shirt roughly. A scream of disgust pulled from deep in her stomach as she tried to fight back.
"NO!" Hermione Granger shouted sitting upright in her crimson sheets, sweat dripping down her body, her eyes wide in fear from her nightmare. It took several moments before she could gather her bearings. She was in her bed, inside the Head Dorms, snugged securely in the confines and safety of Hogwarts Castle. The ancient building had been her school and home away from home for the past six years. A week ago she started her seventh and final year at the school for magical students after being appointed as Head Girl which came with the perks of her own dorm; something she was eternally grateful for since she didn't have to fret about remembering to silence her bed curtains at night.
The nightmares started shortly after the summer began when she initially went home at the end of the previous year. For months she had fought with the decision about whether or not she was going to take the steps she knew were necessary in order for her parents survival. These steps included wiping her existence out of their memory, making them forget they every had the child they so desperately craved for years. The choice was not an easy one even though there was only one real option; where would she send them, how would she rearrange their memories, what kind of life she should give them. She had sat down every night for two months before the end of the school and detailed a step by step layout on what she was going to do. The night before school ended she burned the parchment and vanished the ashes, the strategy memorized.
She had been home for only two weeks when the wards she had placed around her house went off in a frenzy. The loud noises woke her parents in shock and fear as Hermione dove out of bed, wand already raised as she rushed to her parents room. Her dear parents, muggle dentists who were ignorant to what was really happening in the world they daughter belonged, were at their doorway in their sleep attire, eyes wide with confusion. Hermione shoved them back into the room with her magic and sealed the door, warding it with every spell she had every memorized, silencing their protests from the outside. She had just sent a patronus to the Order when her wards were dismantled and her front door blown off the hinges. Rushing to the stairs that led to the lower level of her house she quickly reached into the side table that held a small fish bowl and pulled out one of the many ingenious inventions of the Weasley twins, a portable swamp, and threw it down the flight of steps before activating it.
The cold masks of the Dark Lord followers reflected the moonlight that shined through the various windows in her home as they looked up at her, only their eyes; cold, hard, calculating, could be seen sending fear through her body as she raised her wand and fired the first spell, a simple stunner. Though postponed by the large swamp they were still able to hex her and had no qualms about jumping straight into the darkest magic they could muster. Not having the guts to sink to their level she dodged away from the staircase opening and hid off to the side, mentally preparing herself to do what she would need to if they passed the swamp; a feat that happened sooner than she had expected when the thud of someone landing on the bottom step echoed up the stairwell.
Hermione clenched her wand in a death grip as the first and thankfully only attacker bounded up the stairs, her mind firing off the first spell she could think of, a body bind curse that the man dodged with ease. He spun on his heel, his face bare of a mask and the recognizable features of Fenir Greyback stared predatorily back at her. His tongue darted out and licked his lips with an eagerness in his eyes but before she could move the windows to her side were shattered and a familiar head of vibrant red hair shot through the single pane space before blasting the wall and allowing other order members entrance, Fred Weasley landing in front of her, his twin joining in the human blockade seconds later.
After the Deatheaters fled and the Grangers were rescued she had wiped her parents memory without hesitation and sent them to live in Australia. She sent them away to live a happy, Deatheater free, magic-less, daughterless life and spent the rest of the summer at The Burrow with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. The four friend constantly fought the older adults on their right to join the secret organization and after much speculation, arguments, and tears of frustration Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been inducted. It was shortly after that the youngest Weasley was as well since the Golden Trio informed her of everything that would be discussed- her activity in the group was limited to meetings and research only.
Now in the dark of her own quarters she was faced with her deep fear of the savage werewolf that seemed to have taken a rather strong liking to her, at least according to Arthur Weasley that was the case. The war between the Dark and the Light was beginning to escalate at an alarming rate and Hermione knew it was only a matter of months, maybe a year if they were lucky, before there could be no more running, no more hiding. Sooner than any of them preferred they would be forced to stand and fight for their lives, for the lives of those who couldn't, fight for those lost in some pointless blood feud. Running her hands over her face she let out a shaky breath knowing that she wouldn't get any further sleep for the night. Climbing out of bed she moved to her window that overlooked the lawns of the towering castle and wondered momentarily what her parents were doing before shutting that thought out. She had to remain in control of her emotions, of her weak Occulmency shields, of her life.. Grabbing her jogging clothes she dressed quickly and left her rooms as the clock on her nightstand read five a.m. She had enough time to clear her head and get back to shower before the Head Boy woke up.
((Okay I am looking for a Draco Malfoy. I don't want some sappy Draco I want the real, unemotional, cold Draco. I do want this to eventually turn into either a friendship or romance but I want there to be fighting, hatred, anger...all of that good stuff. This does not follow the books-obviously and is set in their seventh and final year at Hogwarts as things between the Deatheater's and Order start coming to a head. This is, as the subject stated, for mature roleplayers. Any takers?))