A piercing scream irradiated from her parched throat as another wave of pain coursed down her spine. She begged to become numb, for her body to just shut down no longer wanting to give her attacker the pleasure of hearing her gasp for breath. He would not relent; his rage seemed to pulse off of his body feeding into the power of the dark curses he rained down upon her. When she was just about to break and sink into peaceful oblivion, he turned and walked out of the chamber leaving her to wallow in her fresh pain. Making sure that her attacker was not coming back she tried to collect herself she mustered all the strength she had but it was to no avail. Each time she tried to get up she would only collapse once more. Another man with a glistening smile came into the room. His jet black hair was slicked back; he wore a deep crimson red shirt with crisp black slacks. He approached her with the calmest of demeanor’s but his smile gave out the inner evil he tried so hard to hide.
“I will only ask once dear girl, who is the chosen one?” At this point he had gotten so close to her that she could smell the Fire whisky on his breath.
“Go to hell dirt bag." She would never let on to the demented man how much energy it took just to say those words.
His face contorted into a twisted smirk, he pointed his wand at her head and spoke the worse of all unforgivable spells.
The last thing that went through her mind was the image of a man with disheveled blonde hair rushing around “It’s your turn now” and with that she drifted into a sweet darkness.
~Meanwhile in Draco Malfoys flat somewhere in the Southwest of England~
“Bugger!” Shoveling my hands into my pockets I quickly rushed down the corridor of my quaint flat picking up random pieces of paper work as I go. I rushed passed a mirror that forced me to stop and truly look at myself. The reflection that stared back at me was one I could barely recognize. Where once there stood a handsome man was now a broken one. My once platinum locks were now an unkempt dreary blonde that reached down to my shoulders. I had a constant five O' clock shadow and my gray eyes that were once so piercing were now sunken and blood shot. “This case will be the death of me” I muttered to myself. A quick glance at my watch and the disdain for my appearance fluttered out of my mind replaced by a sense of panic I was late for a very important meeting. With a turn of my heel I was gone.
~ At the same time in Hermione Grangers and Ron Weasely's flat~
(Hermiones Point of view)
“RONALD WEASELY,” shrieking as I all but yanked my stockings from the drooling mutt he called a dog.
A heavily annoyed looking red head came begrudgingly down the staircase rubbing his eyes as he did so, giving me the prime opportunity to throw a book right at his oversized head.
“Bloody hell Mione, what’s got your stockings in a wad” his face becoming an ungodly tomato red.
“Well if you must know Ronald your lousy excuse of a dog is the one that quite literally has my stockings in a wad, you know how important today is for me and im already late.”
“Don t blame Rufus, it’s your fault for leaving the bloody things out on the floor.” Ron stared back defiantly.
“I don t leave them on the floor there in a basket in the laundry room Ronald!”
He opened his mouth to say something but before he could mutter another insufferable syllable towards me I grabbed my briefcase and headed out the door making sure it slammed behind me. After the war Ronald and I moved to the muggle part of London to get some peace. However, our relationship gave us little time to relax. I worked for the Ministry I assisted auror’s in locating dark wizards. Ron on the other hand hasn’t been able to stick to any job for any long sorts of time. My eyebrows knitted together at this thought, I’m dating a man with a commitment issue.
“I think all your years of trying to be miss perfectionist has finally gone to your head Mione, you truly are mental I suggest stop mumbling to yourself before they take you to the loony house.” Said a strange but familar voice that seemed to be quite close to me.
Without thought my hand went straight to where my wand was located and I whipped around to see who dare sneak up on me. Only to be suprised to see a very familiar wizard with raven black hair and daring green eyes.
“Harry potter, don't you ever scare me like that again I nearly pulled my wand out at you.”
“If you paid more attention to your surroundings you would have known I have been chasing you and calling your name for the past few blocks." Harry stated with quite an annoyed tone.
I gave him the best attempt of puppy eyes I possibly could, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and muttered an apologly.
“Your late you know.” Harry cheekily smiled at me as he said it,
I looked at my watch, he was right the biggest case of my career and I was already thirty minutes late. Thank Merlin I had finally reached the point where it was safe to apparate. I grabbed Harry's hand and with the familiar pull at my navel we were gone
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