Hope Rekindled
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The wizardry world had grown very bleak indeed. Voldemort had gained complete control after killing Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore. Hogwarts had been closed. The members of the Order, now including all the younger Weasleys and Hemione, were still trying to defeat the Dark Lord and all had a reward for their capture because of it. Death Eaters roamed the streets torturing and sometimes killing.
They were keeping an eye out for members of the Order but also Potter and Dumbledore who were believed to still be alive. This being so Voldemort and his followers forced everyone to where name tags but this didn't stop people from having fake names. A figure cloaked in black walked the snow lined steet of Diagon Alley. His face was masked by his hood. His tag read Roger Jefferies. His hidden eyes were on the ground as he tried his best to blend into the crowd so as not to get unwanted attention from death eaters.
While Hermione Granger sat in a small alley on a trash can. She was wearing a black hooded cloak and jeans, bending over a small black book.
RJ, still lurking in the shadows, saw a death eater coming his way and quickly ducked into the alley Hermione was occupying.
Hermione heard footsteps and gave a small yelp. "Crap, who is it?" She whispered. Her book was not an ordinary book. It was a photo album with pictures of her, Harry and Ron at Hogwarts. Hermione had been going out with Harry for a few years and she was probably the one who missed him most.
The figure stopped moving hearing her voice. Not thinking he said,"Hermione?" He forgot she might recognize his voice.
"What? I mean, who are you?" Hermione asked, dropping her photo album and pulling down her hood.
"It's a...George, George Weasley," he lied quickly not knowing they would probably see each other often as they were both in the Order he added,"Don't you remember me?"
Hermione quickly pulled her hood back up and hid behind the trash can she'd been sitting on. She fastened her cloak so it hid the small 'Order of the Pheonix' crest emblazoned on her shirt. "You're not George, or Fred... they're both on holiday in America. Wait a minute, RJ?" Hermione whispered from behind the can.
He frowned. 'dang my luck' he thought. "I came back Hermione, to check how things were going here, you know how it is,"he tried convincing her.
"RJ, it's me, Hermione, but there's someone else here, quick, behind the can..." Hermione said grabbing RJ's hand and pulling him behind the can. "My book!" Hermione realized that she'd dropped her book. "I have to go get it..." She said, sitting up and grabbing her book.
He watched Hermione do this almost smiling at her love of books, almost. He stared at the pictures in her album.
A tear trickled down Hermione's cheek as she looked at one of her, Harry and Ron together in their third year of Hogwarts with Sirius. Dog form of course. She missed Hogwarts and she missed Harry. She missed Snuffles and everyone else who was gone from her life.
"Do you miss him," he asked Hermione after flinching but his face was still covered by the hood.
"Of course I miss him." Hermione choked. "I wish he were here. We used to joke on him, me, Ron and Sirius about him being the god damn boy who would die."
"I know you did, all to well," he said sadly."You're one of the few who believe he is dead then?"
"Oh I don't know what to believe. No one's heard from him. But I don't have the heart to say he's gone." Hermione sniffled and closed the book.
"He misses you, he thinks about you all the time," he blurted out not thinking about what he was saying.
"W-what? How do you know? RJ, have you been talking to him?" Hermione asked, lifting her head off her knees. "Please tell me RJ, I have to know..."
"Don't call me that...I'm not RJ," he said sounding sad but rying to get off the topic.
"What? Then who are you?" Hermione asked sounding confused.
"No one anymore," he said bowing his head.
"Well, if you're not RJ, you must be someone. Everyone is someone." Hermione replied.
"You always were the logical one," he said. He looked up letting his hood fall back just enough to reveal weary, but fierce green eyes.
Hermione's eyes grew absolutely huge. 'I know those eyes...' she thought. "Harry? Harry, is that you?" she asked, her lip quavering.
"Shhh," was all he said.
Hermione's jaw dropped. She gave him a huge hug and just smiled at him. "You could've told me before." she whispered.
"Thats what you think," he said.
"What do you mean?" Hermione said wiping a tear off her nose. "I've been here for you this whole time... I missed you. I could barely move when Ron's mum told me you were pronounced dead. That's how much I missed you. I cry myself to sleep every night. That's how much I missed you."
"I'm really sorry Hermione, I wanted to tell you but I was forbidden," he said quietly.
"Well, it's not really forbidden if I figured it out, is it? Well, we're together now. Doesn't that count for everything?" Hermione asked smiling, kissing Harry on the cheek.
His cheek was bony and hot,"Hermione I can't stay here."
"What'd you mean? Why? You have to Harry. Don't leave me... again... Come stay at Grimmauld place with me, Ron and the Weasleys." Hermione asked sadly.
"But," he protested. "No one is supposed to know I'm alive Hermione. I have orders just like you do."
"Just..." Hermione looked at her feet. "Write to me, okay." Hermione walked away with her photo album, and tears streaming down her cheeks.
Harry looked up and grabbed the back of Hermione's cloak. "Wait. 'Mione before we leave for Gimmauld place..." he said, spinning Hermione around, and kissing her. She deepened the kiss and then broke away.
"We?" Hermione asked confused.
"We." Harry replied. He pulled his hood down all the way, to reveal to Hermione the face she'd known for years.
"Harry, are you going back as RJ?" Hermione asked.
"'Mione, I really don't know. Ron can know, but that's pretty much it. Maybe not even Ron can know." Harry replied softly.
Then suddenly, the rubbish bin they were hiding behind was levitated away from them and a dark figure laughed. "Hermione Granger. Member of the Order of the
Phoenix." it said.
'Dammit I know that voice.' Hermione thought. "Draco Malfoy. Infamous Death Eater." she said.
"Very good, but I'm afraid you have an appointment with The Dark Lord. I would hate it dreadfully if you missed it." Malfoy said, muttering a spell that bound
Hermione's wrists together with rope.
She screamed and tried to run away, but Malfoy was too quick for her. He said another spell and Hermione was thrown into a cart. "Well well, who's this?" Malfoy asked, noticing Harry, who had pulled his hood up.
Harry aparated with a small crack before Malfoy could do anything to him. "Damn Harry I let you go again." Hermione whispered.
Malfoy drove his cart to a dreadfully bleak looking place and ordered Hermione to get up. "Is Voldemort still old and ugly, or is he, as Miss Ginny Weasley would say, "a hott 16 year old" again?" she dared to ask.
"The Dark Lord has managed to stay 16 for the remainder of his life." Malfoy replied smirking.
The two got up to the door, went in, and into another room. In the room, Hermione was ordered to sit down, which she did, and wait. While she waited, a small, squeaky figure with a silver arm came up to her. "So we meet again, Miss Granger. Without your brave savior Potter this time." said the squeaky voice of Peter Pettegrew.
Hermione glared at him. "You're only jealous because in your schol days the other three marauders didn't pay much attention to the annoying little squeaky tag along." she retorted.
Pettegrew said nothing and walked away. No sooner, he had come back, telling her to follow him. Hermione did willingly, and then she was led to Voldemort.
His 16 year old face smirked evilly down at her. They were now the same age. Both 16... "Well, I see we meet again Miss Granger. WHere's your brave knight, Potter?" Voldemort, or I shall call him, Tom, smirked. "Ah yes, I killed him. You two were dating, were you not?"
Hermione glared. "My love life is absolutely none of your bussiness."
"Ahh but Miss Granger, how wrong you are... " Tom began, "I know you were dating Potter, it's just a formality to ask. You see, you are the next in line. The closest person to him. Either you join me, or you're killed. Pick one."
"I'll never join you and your mindless followers. My faith lies in the Order." Hermione retorted, boldly.
"Then you leave me no choice..." Tom said. "Avada Kedavra" he said. Just then, a figured dashed out from no where and knocked Hermione out of the way of the
spell.
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Well, after many revisions, I've decided, this is the completed first chapter. I'm not going to change it more than taking this out when I come up with a new chapter. I'm sorry guys that it's taking so long for me to get to chapter two, but I can't write a world famous book in a week. Hope you guys had great holidays, and have a good New Year. Syd and Martha, please don't kill me. :)