Chapter 5 : Chapters 5-6. Correspondence and Massacres
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Hermione let out a strong sigh as she sat down at a table in the Library with her bag in the chair next to her. The day had been strange because she kept finding impossible things happening around her. She overslept and was rushing from the common room to get to the Great Hall to grab some breakfast when three steps out of the portrait hole she found herself running through Entrance Hall. She hadn't apparated, she knew what that felt like(plus the school was warded against that), she just moved from the portrait hole to the Entrance Hall. That was only the start. All throughout her classes she'd go to perform whatever spell they were working on and she'd do it before realizing her wand was still in her bag. She wanted to tell the Headmaster what was going on, but something in her gut told her not to. Learning what they had done to Harry's power as a child caused her almost unyielding trust in authority figures to shatter.
She placed a bit of parchment on the table and turned to pull out her ink and quill from her bag only to find them set out on the table, and her favorite quill dabbing itself into the ink and then wiping off the excess by circling the rim of the ink bottle, exactly how she always did it. The quill then lifted up and held itself above the parchment in the exact position it would be in if she had been holding it. It was at this point she felt her magic moving inside her. She frowned in thought before whispering “Finite”. The magic in her stopped moving and the quill dropped to the table. She blinked and shook her head, picking up the quill to begin writing her letter.
How are you doing? Well, I hope. Things have been less hostile here since your vindictive letter kept Lavender in the Hospital wing for three days. That was hilarious by the way. How did you charm that? The fire was hot enough to burn her hair off and melt her skin, but not hot enough to kill her, burn her eyes, or destroy her nerves. That was really precise charming, quite impressive really. Everybody has pretty much kept their distance since then.
I'm curious Harry, how do you control your wandless magic? I know that you are able to do that now, with this new power of yours, which I still think you need help controlling, but how does it work exactly? I've been experiencing really weird things that remind me of all the accidental magic I performed as a child only, it's much more controlled this time. I was late for breakfast this morning and three steps out of the portrait hole I found myself in the Entrance Hall. I didn't apparate, I know how that feels, it was like I just flashed from one spot to the other. I was still running when I got there! It's very strange, I've been casting spells all day in classes without my wand being used, but I can't figure out how to consciously do it. My magic seems to be doing this on its own and I want to know how to control it before something bad happens. Well I hope to hear from you soon.
Hermione nodded as she checked over the letter and rolled it up and with a flick of her wand it was sealed. She turned to put things back in her bag when she felt her magic flare again and was startled by an unexpected visitor.
“HOOT!” a surprised snowy owl let out as she flapped her wings in panic.
“AAH!” Hermione screamed while jumping back and falling out of her seat to land on the ground.
Hedwig was fluttering her wings and turning her head back and forth rapidly before her eyes stopped on Hermione and let out an angry hoot.
Hermione grinned sheepishly, “Sorry girl.” she said as Madame Pince came marching ove.r
“I wouldn't expect you to make so much noise in a Library Miss Granger. You're disturbing the peace and you know owls aren't suppose to be in here, a lot of these books are rare and easily damaged. Leave now, you're banned for a week.” and with that Madame Pince walked away huffing about unruly kids.
Hermione's shocked face formed a frown. She'd never been banned from the Library before. It was like her second common room nowadays. She let out an angry huff and gathered her things. Hedwig flew to her shoulder and they walked into the hall. Hermione tied the letter to Hedwig's leg.
“Take this to Harry Hedwig.” Hermione requested softly.
Hedwig let out an annoyed hoot before flying away.
Hermione shook her head and took a deep breath before making her way to the common room. She felt her magic flare again and found herself face to face with the Fat Lady. They let out identical screams of surprise.
“How did you do that? You shouldn't be able to do that inside the school!” The Fat Lady said in a scared voice.
Hermione panicked, knowing the portrait would tell the Headmaster. Without thinking she lifted her right hand up, palm facing the portrait.
“Obliviate” she said strongly.
The Fat Lady froze for a few seconds before shaking her head. She looked in surprise at Hermione for a moment before smiling slightly.
“I'm sorry dear, I must have drifted off there. Password?” The Fat Lady said expectantly.
Hermione's eyes were wide and she was staring at her hand. She'd just consciously and wandlessly obliviated a portrait. She had no idea a portrait could even be obliviated.
“You learn something new everyday, as I use to say.” Hermione whispered in a slightly bitter voice.
“Password dear?” The Fat Lady asked again while looking at Hermione curiously.
Hermione shook her head and muttered the password before moving into the tower and to her dorm.
Hermione was quietly enjoying her lunch a few days later when a few owls flew in. She saw one of them was Hedwig and smiled. That bird could find anybody anywhere. When Hedwig landed she quickly took the letter from her and let her have some of the meat from her lunch. Hedwig hooted before flying out of the Great Hall. She tucked the letter into her robes and found Lavender glaring at her. Hermione grinned at her and took the letter out.
“Want to read it Lavender?” Hermione asked with false innocence.
Lavender paled quickly before standing up and fleeing the Great Hall. Hermione chuckled to herself and smiled when she saw Ginny towards the middle of the table staring after Lavender and laughing. When she caught Ginny's eyes, Ginny blushed and looked back down at her lunch, not looking in Hermione's direction again.
Hermione sighed longingly, hating that one of the few people who were really on her side was pressured to pick between her and everyone else. It hurt her quite a bit to know that Ginny had picked everyone else. She shook her head before finishing her lunch and walking to the Room of Requirement.
Hermione walked into her personal common room and dropped her bag to the floor. She jumped onto one of the big cushions filling the room and pulled out the letter from Harry. She exhaled and reclined back while pulling the muggle notebook paper out of the envelope.
Yeah that was some brilliant charm work wasn't it? I did it the same way I control my wandless magic. Basically when it started happening it was instinctual, like you said, similar to accidental magic. A little while after all that stuff happened at Privet Drive I began to feel my magic. I could feel it moving in me and flaring when I used it. I began to focus and tried a few spells by focusing on them and what they do. After I was able to get them to work I did the same stuff silently. After that I was able to start willing my magic to do anything.
For example, there aren't any spells, even dark ones, that create a vortex of fire. I was fighting this bounty hunter the other day and all his spells seemed to focus around ice. It was interesting, but really annoying because he had this spell to create armor around his body made of highly condensed ice and it was able to block a lot of my spells and weaken other ones. This guy reminded me of Dumbledore a lot. People mistake Dumbledore's ability to use spells in creative ways as a lot of power. Dumbledore is above average in power, but there are a lot of people out there with more raw power than he has. What makes Dumbledore strong is his ability to manipulate spells and change them and use them in ways nobody would ever think to use them. Anyways, this guys was really good and getting on my nerves. So I focused my magic and pictured a vortex of fire surrounding the man and then threw my arm out and felt my magic flare. A light orange light shot of out of my hand and sparked a short distance from the guy before erupting into a powerful vortex of fire. By the time it stopped burning the guy was ash.
You turned seventeen recently didn't you? I always forget you're a year older than me. It seems like you hit the age of magical maturity. You must be pretty strong to be able to use wandless magic. Not even Dumbledore can do it the way it sounds like you can. My suggestion would be to practice spells verbally without a wand, then silently, and then start trying to will your magic to do things there are no spells for.
I've been good though, having a lot of fun, but did you know how ridiculous some of the wars the muggles have had are? They're no better than the magical society. I never learned much world history in school before Hogwarts, but it's surprising. They fight over land, religion, and resources. It's like they enjoy fighting each other and look for any reason to wage war. There are even large groups of muggle terrorists worse than Voldemort and the Death Eaters! Have you ever heard of a suicide bomber? It's the most insane thing I've ever heard of. I know the prophecy about me and Voldemort says I'm the only one who can stop him, but is this world even worth saving from him? The muggles seem to all be killing each other in wars and terrorism. Those who aren't seem to pretend none of the wars or terrorism is happening. They're just sticking their head in the sand, they wont fight for themselves! Just like the magical world. They all do nothing while Death Eaters attack, expecting me or Dumbledore to ride in on a white horse and save everyone. Muggles and magical people are more alike than I realized.
I'm glad people aren't being hostile to you anymore. What about Ginny and Luna? Those two aren't ones to believe the rubbish the Prophet prints. What's going on with them?
Well Let me know how the wandless magic stuff goes.
Hermione frowned as she finished the letter. Harry seemed to strongly dislike both the muggle and magical worlds. She took her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought about where that could lead. She shook her head and pulled out a book to read while thinking about setting a schedule for practicing wandless magic.
Thanks for the advice on the wandless magic! It's coming along nicely. I've gotten to the point of making my own spells. I managed to use my magic to control my point of gravity. I can walk on walls or ceilings without my clothes and hair falling towards the ground, it's as if I'm simply walking on the ground. It's exciting to think about all the things I could learn to do with this ability. I haven't told anyone about it though, I'm not sure how the Headmaster would handle it.
As for your views on the muggle wars, well there always have been wars fought, mostly for territory. Mankind is a violent race it seems, but there are some countries around the world that fight for good reasons, like in World War II when the allied countries fought against Hitler and his army and allies. Hitler was like a muggle Voldemort. He believed in a supreme race of humans and thought Jews were evil. He killed millions of them, but many of the other countries, like England and The United States fought them to put a stop to those atrocities. There are thousands of horrible muggles and magical people, but there are just as many, if not more, good people in the world. You have to look at both sides of the story and not assume it's all just pointless fighting.
As for Ginny and Luna, well at the beginning of the year they were still friendly with me. They're still on my side and know you're not trying to become a dark lord and take voldemort's place, but they're not really speaking with me. Everyone put pressure on them and Ginny caved first. She doesn't insult me or anything, but she doesn't defend me or talk to me. Luna caved shortly after her, she said she was use to people stealing her things, but they had started destroying her things, not just stealing them. She said she almost lost one of the few things her mother left her, and couldn't risk anything else happening to her stuff, and that most of the teachers wouldn't do anything even if she told them. She's just minding her own business or spending time with Ginny and Neville. I understand them though, everyone seems to be really worse about this stuff than they were about things in the past like the Triwizard Tournament.
Anyways I've got some homework to do. Hope you're doing well.
Hermione smiled as she watched the quill move across her parchment a few feet away. She pushed her magic and the quill lifted up and wiped itself on the rim of the ink bottle before laying on its side as the cap of the ink bottle screwed itself on and the parchment rolled itself up and sealed. She grinned happily.
Once she had started practicing her wandless magic she quickly became adept at it. She enjoyed writing down ideas for spells to try and create. It was a lot of fun and something that kept her mind off the issue of her pariah existence.
She gathered her things and left the Library table, ignoring Madame Pince scowling at her, and made her way to the owlery to find Hedwig.
Hermione grunted as she threw herself into the large cushioned sofa in her personal common room. The day had been stressful. She'd not been paying attention at breakfast and someone slipped one of the Weasley Twin's inventions into her breakfast. She'd spent about thirty minutes vomiting before Madame Pomfrey managed to stop the effects which made her late for her first class of the day, Potions.
On her way to potions Hedwig arrived with Harry's latest letter. She'd had the letter in her hand when walked in. Snape took thirty points for being late and then, seeming to forget what happened to Lavender, snatched the letter out of her hand. She wasn't sure if Harry still warded the envelopes he sent his letters in, but figured he probably did. She found her answer seconds later when Snape opened the letter only to get a face full of lightning that threw him through the classroom away from the letter. She'd received another month of detention with Filch, who she was currently seeing for her detentions left over from the ones she was suppose to serve with Snape.
She pulled out the letter from harry and unfolded it as she relaxed.
Congratulations on the wandless magic. I knew you'd take to it quickly when you started working on it. You're brilliant like that. That's a clever spell, the gravity shifting. I tried my own version of that. I got surrounded by Aurors recently in London when I was in an arcade. I tried to apply your gravity spell, but changed it so their point of gravity was the ceiling, and that the pull of the gravity was ten times greater than earth's normal gravity. They flew up to the ceiling so fast I would've missed it had i blinked. I heard the crunching of bones and saw they'd cracked ribs and broken arms from slamming into the ceiling. They couldn't move their wand arms because the gravity was too strong. I don't know if they got them down, or just cut out that section of ceiling and moved them to St. Mungos. It'd be interesting to find out, but I don't know if that'll be in the prophet. The probably thought it was a sticking charm of some kind, but I haven't canceled the spell, so I'm curious if they're still stuck to that section of ceiling somewhere.
I understand that there are good reasons to fight, but the fights would be less terrible if everyone fought to defend themselves instead of relying on others to do it. Take magical England for example. The normal populace of Wizards and witches outnumber Death Eaters. See there could be a hundred shoppers in Diagon Alley and twenty Death Eaters apparate in all one hundred of those shoppers panic and run around like chickens with their heads cut off. Not imagine if instead of panicking and running around, those hundred shoppers turned on those twenty Death Eaters and cast a volley of spells at them. The Death Eaters first off, wouldn't know what to do because they're use to people fleeing, not fighitng back. Second, they would never be able to block that many spells and they'd be taken down. By the time the Aurors arrived the shoppers would have had the death eaters unconscious and bound. Yet they don't do that, they don't protect themselves or each other. They flee and they push each other out of the way so they can get away without worrying about what happens to everyone else. It's the way the whole world seems to work, only worry about yourself, and leave it to other people to deal with. It's disgusting.
I'm disappointed in Ginny and Luna, but I guess i can understand their points of view, but I still think they shouldn't care what such stupid people think. Well I've got some people to see so I'll finish this here.
Hermione frowned as she contemplated Harry's letter. She shook her head before closing her eyes to drift off into a nap on the large cushioned sofa. Her dreams were filled with a purple haired devil with glowing amethyst eyes turning the world into a literal version of Hell in Judgment for the atrocities mankind performed on itself. They were to be destroyed before they destroyed themselves. When she woke up, she had tears flowing down her cheeks and whimpered as she recognized the face of the devil in her nightmare. It was Harry, and she truly feared what he could become. She'd been slacking off looking for ways to gain control of power that consuming a person, but no more. She'd throw herself back into her research and find a way to help Harry and prevent her nightmare from becoming a reality. She knew Harry could never live normally in most of Europe, but there were plenty of other places they could go when Harry was able to control his power and ways they could disguise themselves to not be noticed. She vowed to herself she'd never let what happened in her nightmare, become real.
Hermione had decided she wanted to see Harry, so she told him as much in her next letter.
There's a Hogsmeade weekend coming up in two weeks. I really want to see you and talk to you in person. Please meet me at the Shrieking Shack at around noon that Saturday. Hopefully I'll see you then.
Her Response came the next day.
I'll be there.
She smiled as she tucked the small note away and did what she named, Flash Stepping, that took her from the Room of Requirement to a small hallway near the Fat Lady. She'd managed to figure out what her magic did to move through the wards of Hogwarts. It was almost identical to Apparation, but it seemed to slide through wards like water. She was glad people like Death Eaters had never discovered such an ability. She muttered the password to the Fat Lady and made her way to her dorm.
A/N: Well, I'm not sure how well this chapter will turn out. I'm not sure how good I am at writing deep character interaction. Hopefully it'll turn out well. This is one of the big chapters that shape Harry's split in personalities which will show up much more noticeable in the second book. Let me know how I do with the interaction of Harry and Hermione. Any tips on writing deep character interaction will be very appreciated because while I think of myself as a fairly decent writer, one with a creative imagination, I'm not proclaiming expertise in the various forms of writing such as deep character interaction. So yeah any helpful tips will be appreciated, I'm not above editing and reposting a chapter if I find advice or something I think are valid enough to change.
Hermione breathed out a sigh as she looked in the mirror. It was the Saturday morning of the Hogsmeade weekend she was to meet Harry at the Shrieking Shack and she had woken up early and began channeling Lavender and Pavarti as she tried on outfit after outfit and messed with her hair for a solid hour before her dorm mates began to wake. Finally grunting out her frustration and confusion as to why she was so worried about her appearance, Hermione picked a pair of jeans that were both comfortable and fit her form well before throwing on a thin dark blue long sleeve shirt and heading down to breakfast.
As she sat eating her breakfast she thought about what to say to Harry. She'd been so worried about him, but he'd also done such terrible things since the second awakening of his powers. She wanted to know what he was thinking when he let his power loose and how he could simply not care that his actions often leave many innocents injured or dead. She'd been searching obsessively for methods of controlling a large source of magic, but had come up empty handed. She shook her head as she followed the trail of students across the grounds and to the nearby village.
Harry nodded as he looked around the room where he first met Sirius all those years ago. He'd cleaned it up quite nicely in his opinion. The floor and walls were cleaned and seemed to shine. A thick black carpet covered the floor with etchings of an amethyst colored Dragon maneuvering around it as if it were the night sky. There were Several large cushion covered chairs in the room, a round table in the center, a fireplace that was roaring with an actual fire to warm the room in the early touches of winter. He thought it'd be a comfortable place to spend time with Hermione and possibly a place to spend more time with her in the future. She was the only one of his peers who still stood loyal to him, and she always had. He wasn't ignorant of her unwavering loyalty to him, even with his recent actions. He looked at a nearby clock and fidgeted as he saw that it was about the time for breakfast to start at Hogwarts. He walked over to a mirror and brushed his fingers through his black hair that fell to his jaw line in an oddly natural but stylish unkempt fashion. His eyes remained the glowing amethyst they had been since his constant confrontations with people wanting his head. He exhaled strongly and looked at the clock again. It'd only been a few minutes. He growled in frustration and confusion as he continue to fidget in anxiety.
Harry stood quickly as he heard footsteps approaching the door. He sent a quick look at the mirror and gave himself an expression of confusion, as he couldn't figure out why he'd looked at the mirror, before looking back towards the door as it was pushed open. He smiled at the familiar thick brown hair of the girl closing the door. It'd been a while since he'd last seen her, she was very beautiful, and he had missed seeing her.
Hermione had avoided looking at Harry up to this point. She'd entered the room with her head facing the ground and her back was currently facing him. She took a deep breath and turned around. He looked so much like the Harry she knew, all dressed up in fitting clothes, but she knew this wasn't the same Harry, this Harry had murdered, caused the deaths of countless innocents, and refused to accept that the great power he wielded was truly wielding him. Despite being a different Harry than the one she knew, and the sins he committed, he was still her Harry and she knew he needed her.
The two stared at each other for a few minutes, neither moving or saying a word. Then without warning Hermione threw herself at a surprised Harry and they fell back onto the sofa he was previously sitting on. She hugged him tightly as he chuckled lightly.
“I missed you so much.” Hermione breathed out as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
“I missed you too.” Harry said with a smile.
They remained that way for a few minutes before Hermione shifted and sat next to him with his arm around her shoulder and her body leaning against the side of his.
“How have you been? Really?” Hermione asked as she rested her head against his upper chest.
“Alright I guess. There have been less bounty hunters showing up lately and the Minister isn't trying to hang me.” He replied with a chuckle at the last part as Hermione's lips twisted into a bitter smile at the memories of the former minister.
“I really miss Hogwarts.” Harry breathed out with a sigh.
“Howgwarts misses you too,” Hermione said with a forlorn smile, “It hasn't been the same without you.”
“How is it going for you though? How's Ron been acting lately?” Harry asked with a contemplative look on his face.
“It's definitely the worst year so far, but I'm not turning on you just to satisfy a bunch of sheep. There are too many factors in what's been going on lately to simply go around thinking 'you kill, you evil'.” Hermione said with an amount of passion that surprised Harry and brought a smile to his face.
“Oh, and Ron's being a prat.” She added, which brought a laugh on from Harry.
“What? He is! He turned on you the second the first article showed up in the paper. He's been treating me like dirt and even called me a mudblood! He's turning into a Gryffindor Malfoy.” Hermione spat out.
Harry snorted at the comparison.
“I told him as much too. He got all purple in the face and his fists clenched like he wanted to hit me, but I could tell he remembered all the beatings I've given him this year. I've been a bit temperamental, Tonks said it had to do with coming into my full power as an adult.” Hermione said with a grin.
Harry smirked and ran a hand through her hair causing her to emit a sigh of contentment.
“I'm sorry you've had to put up with him for so long.” Harry said with a regretful tone.
“What do you mean?” the brunette questioned with a raised eyebrow that Harry couldn't see.
“You two have never gotten along. He would've left you to die first year if I hadn't made him come with me. You two always argue and while you've always been a loyal and trustworthy friend, he's been selfish, fickle, traitorous, and even as big of a bigot as the Slytherins, though in a different way. He's been a horrible friend, and I know you only put up with him because he was my first real friend.” The amethyst eyed teen muttered the end with a frown on his face.
Hermione smiled and snuggled deeper into his body.
“It's OK Harry. It was worth it.” She said with a smile.
Harry grinned and then smirked as he asked,
“How's Snape been?”
Hermione's mood swing was visible in her aura. Harry stifled a snort as he listened to her rant.
“That man is evil! I don't know why I never listened to you! I was stupid to be so trusting of authority to simply say 'Oh Dumbledore trusts him, that should be enough'. Ha! Enough my big white ass. He's slimy, jealous, bitter, and arrogant. I swear if I ever have to serve as detention with him, I'm not sure the result wouldn't get me expelled.” Hermione finished her rant with a light snarl.
Harry raised an eyebrow and patted her head, much to her annoyance.
“I could always kill him for you.” Harry offered as casually as if he was offering tea.
Hermione's mood changed to somber so fast that Harry almost missed it.
“Why do you think of human life in such a frivolous way?”Hermione asked with a sad tone of voice.
Harry frowned as he caught on to her thoughts. He took a deep breath and continued running his fingers through her hair.
“There's too much of mankind that doesn't deserve to live. Severus Snape is one among millions who I would gladly kill.” Harry said in a light, but serious tone.
“What's making you think this way Harry? It can't just be the overwhelming power, whether you admit to the lack of control or not. Why do you have such a jaded view of the world?” Hermione asked as her eyes grew wet. “When did your saving people thing turn into a killing people thing?”
He frowned and looked away from her as his hand stilled in her hair.
“When I realized there were so many people not worth saving. People who rape children and steal their innocence, people who rape other adults, serial killers who kill for enjoyment and blame it on their mothers, people who fight and kill each other over resources that could easily be shared, people who take advantage of others for personal gain and those who let them get away with it. There are so many people in this world who don't deserve to be saved, too many.” Harry said with strong disdain filing his voice.
“There are things Harry, people and things that make putting up with those wretched people worth it. A lit candle in an abyss gives more light to the darkness than the sun does to the earth. There are small goods that make up for the all the bad. No race is perfect Harry, they all have their flaws.” Hermione spoke with a quivering voice as tears flowed down her cheeks.
Harry's eyes were a bit wider than usual, but showed no other signs of his thoughts as he kept is face blank.
“Like what?” He challenged with slightly narrowed eyes.
Hermione faced him fully for the first time since their conversation started and put her hands on his cheeks.
“Like me Harry, Like me.” She said as she closed her eyes and leaned forward.
Harry's eyes opened wide in surprise as Hermione pressed her lips to his. It only took a few seconds for him to close his eyes and sink into the kiss.
Hermione and Harry spent the rest of the morning in a much more intimate manner. They were basking in each other's presence and simply enjoying the small bit of time they had together, when their peace was shattered by a scream.
They both leaped up in surprise and ran outside the shack and towards the village. As they were approaching the panicking crowd a death eater flew out of the woods towards them. Before Harry could respond Hermione had threw out her right arm and the air rippled and tinted red. The spell slammed into the Death Eater and sent him flying backwards while at the same time igniting a small inferno around his body. His screams died out as he slammed into the tree with enough force to be wrapped around it in a sickening display of broken bones and twisted flesh.
Hermione froze on the spot as she saw what her recently created spell did. It was a combination of a powerful banishing charm and an ignition curse she created that conjures a small inferno to burn the target for a short period of time. It was meant to disable, not to kill. With the adrenaline that had made it's way into her body as she rushed towards the village, she had put too much power into the spell.
Harry noticed her lack of movement and rushed back to her. He knew she'd never really killed before, but he hadn't expected her to freeze up like that. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her until she responded and looked at him with wide tortured eyes. He cursed himself as he saw the lost look in her eyes.
“Go back to the school and get Dumbledore, as much as I despise him, he would be able to calm and organize the villagers.” The now amethyst haired youth ordered.
Hermione nodded quickly before turned and rushing off and a speed only she was able to move at thanks to her instinctual manipulation of her muscles through magic.
Harry frowned as he arrived. The attack was completely one sided. The Death Eaters were throwing curses out into the crowds and people were screaming and running in circles. They were pushing each other out of the way as they attempted to get away, even children were being knocked down and ignored in the attempts to get away.
This was ridiculous and only added to Harry's belief that mankind didn't deserve to be saved, that they didn't deserve to exist. His eyes began to glow dark amethyst as black smoke surrounded him and began to form into the dragon.
There were a total of thirty-four Death Eaters minus the one wrapped around a tree on the outskirts. There were over 150 people scrambling over each other to get away. Close to 120 had wands and knowledge of damaging, if not lethal, spells. None of them fought back, regardless of the fact that they outnumbered the Death Eaters to a great degree. They were pathetic.
Harry unleashed the full force of his power and smirked as everyone, Death Eaters included, froze and had difficulty moving. They all turned to face him, and more people screamed at the sight of him than they had at the sight of Death Eaters. If they weren't being assaulted by an immense magical pressure then they probably would've been fleeing in an even more pathetic fashion. He scoffed as he lifted his right hand and let his palm face the Jumble of Death Eaters.
The black mist begin spiraling from the dragon and forming into a sphere that grew larger and larger in front of him till it was roughly the size of Hagrid. Black flames then erupted inside the mist and spun around in a cyclonic fashion while black lightning began flashing along the outside. He smirked at the panicked noises people were making and focused his magic into a compressed force in his forearm. He smiled as he let it go and the ball of destruction flew towards it's target.
The Magical pressure was lifted, but the Death Eaters had no time to get out of the way. The sphere slammed into them, mostly killing them all on contact, and then the sphere exploded outwards. Tendrils of black mist, black flames, and bolts of black lightning spread out across and rained down upon the village. There were dozens of villagers killed and injured in the explosion as it rocked the entire village.
Harry sneered as he watched the mist, flames, and lightning tear the village to the ground. He vanished in a cloud of black mist just as a dozen aurors showed up. They looked around in shock, before taking action and grabbing all the living and injured villagers and getting them out of the village limits. They knew from past experience what these black elements were, and knew they wouldn't be able to put them out or stop them.
Hermione, Albus, Minerva, and Snape arrived as the Aurors were working taking people out of the range of the destruction. They all watched on in horror as the village was torn to the ground.
“Why would Harry do this?” Albus asked in a horrified voice.
“Because he's an arrogant brat who doesn't like it when he doesn't get his way. Haven't you heard the rumors? He got turned down on being a Death Eater by The Dark Lord, he must still be upset.” Snape said with a smirk.
He suddenly found himself lacking the ability to breath. He looked around wildly and found himself facing a furious and glaring Hermione. Suddenly it felt like his blood had been set on fire and he tried to scream, but didn't have the oxygen to do it. Hermione turned away and his breathing ability came back, and the burning in his veins lessened. He was able stand on weak legs while Albus and Minera watched with concerned looks.
“The Dark Lord must know what happened, and isn't happy.” Snape said with a frown.
Just like that, the Headmaster and Headmistress dismissed the problem.
“He didn't think they were worth saving.” Hermione said in a sorrowful voice, her look of fury replaced by one of sadness.
“What do you mean Miss Granger?” Minerva asked curiously.
“Harry's been becoming jaded in his views of mankind. Both the actions of magical people and muggles alike sicken him. He is seeing all the bad in the world and thinks it outweighs the good. He doesn't think most of mankind is worth saving. These people probably weren't fighting back. Even though they most likely outnumbered the Death Eaters by like five to one, they fled and probably pushed each other around and out of the way to flee. Harry probably figured that if they wouldn't fight to save their village, they didn't deserve to have it.” Hermione relayed her thoughts as tears filled her eyes.
She'd been so close to getting Harry to stay with her. To stop moving around and being a fugitive. She was so close to talking him into getting help even though he didn't think he needed it, and then this happened.
“How do you know this Miss Granger? If you don't mind me asking.” The headmaster questioned curiously.
Hermione smiled bitterly as she answered. “I just know Harry, even when he's not being himself.”
“Ha! Of course the know it all knows. Whey wouldn't she know how a psychopath's mind worked? She is his harlot after all.” Snape commented with a sneer.
Snape was about to make another harsh comment, but suddenly felt a strong force slam into his upper body that sent him flying. His eyes opened in surprise as he watched a flame ignite in front him before a burning inferno surrounded his body. His screams were silenced when his body collided with a tree and he lost consciousness. His clothes and skin were badly burned, but he was OK and would be fine after a night in the hospital wing, but it was quite a bit of pain to endure.
Both the Headmaster and Deputy headmistress turned with shocked eyes to Hermione. She looked surprised and showed her empty hands.
“I didn't do anything professors, honest! I didn't even have my wand out!” Hermione said and held her wand out.
Minerva tested it, but found nothing out of the ordinary. She frowned but waved Hermione back to the school. When she was sure the girl had gone she sent a patronus off to fetch Poppy and turned back to Albus.
“He's getting worse.” She stated simply with a frown.
“I know.” Dumbledore replied shortly.
“I told you it was a bad Idea to simply lock away that power without monitoring him or letting him know about it.”
“You've made nothing but mistakes in regards to that boy, Albus.”
“If we don't find a way to control him, he could very well destroy us all.”
With somber faces, both professors turned around and headed back to the school, leaving the Aurors and the Ministry to deal with the villagers while Poppy fetched Severus.
The next day an article was run in the Daily Prophet about the attack. It completely ignored the fact that Death Eaters were there, and simply claimed it as an attack by Dark Lord Potter. Hermione spent her morning in the room of requirement letting out her frustrations and anger on creatures the room created for her.
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