Hope Rekindled

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. :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing

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White. What was it? Oh yes, that's right, Hermione turned over on her other side to see her surroundings, which were eerily familliar. “Where am I?” she muttered. Hermione looked down at the bed post and up again. She knew where she was. “Why am I in Hogwarts? It was closed down last year.....”

Hermione saw a small spark of red, and a figure walk out the door. She put her hand on her cheek and muttered, “Oh my god, I must be dillusional.”

But that was only the first of several weird things to happen to Hermione Granger that evening. Next, there was a small pop, and Hermione's cousin, Anna Addler, was standing next to her bed.

“Hey Hermy. Heard what happened, came straight away.” Anna said quietly, pushing a few strands of her brown hair with red streaks behind her ear.

“Who sent you?” Hermione asked suspiciously. Her cousin would not show up, let alone, in Hogwarts, for something like this.

“No one.”

“Someone sent you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes they did Anna and you know it.”

“Fine, Dumbledore sent me. I mean- NO ONE SENT ME!!!! I mean- oops.” Anna replied, looking down at her black high tops.

“Dumbledore's supposed to be dead.” Hermione said, arching an eyebrow at her cousin.

“So's he.” Anna said, twiddling the earring placed on the top or her ear.

“Who?”

“Him. Harry, behind the pillar. Harry I can see you. OUT!” Anna yelled.

Looks like I may have exaggerated a bit. He was sort of behind a pillar and next to Hermione, but Hermione must have had a blonde moment or something not to have noticed.

And, low and behold, Harry Potter came out from “behind” a pillar in the infirmary. “Harry? Were you the one who knocked me over?” Hermione asked.

Harry just nodded. And, with a small crack, Anna apparated out of sight.

If one were to follow Anna back to her apparition site, one would have found she was at the dreary mansion Hermione was at just the night before.

“Potter's alive sir.”

“Good work Addler.” Tom Riddle told Anna. Yes, Anna, but there was more to this than just the annoyance of a lot of people on the good side.

Anna had spent ages thinking which side she was on, and at the moment, she really didn't know. Just five minutes ago, she was playing for the good side, truthfully. But now, she was playing for Voldemort's side, the ruling side. She didn't want to hurt her cousin or her cousin's friends, but on the other hand, there was a handful of people she wanted to hurt. It was too much, and Anna, being 17, had absolutely no clue what to do. And, to add on to the problem Draco Malfoy had a crush on her. It couldn't possibly get any worse. Or, so she thought...

She walked around in an empty room for a while, pacing, and thinking about what she should do. It was hard. Awful, actually, but Anna had to make a decision quickly.

Meanwhile, at the infirmary of Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione were going up to Gryffindor tower. Or, what used to be Gryffindor tower. Now it was old, and dusty, and full of cobwebs. It was only their luck that Ron wasn't with them, or he would have run off screaming by now.

“Harry, why are we going up to Gryffindor tower?” Hermione asked quizically.

“It's where we're going to stay for the night. I've been staying here. You see, even if Voldemort were to attack me here, he couldn't knock the castle down be-”

“Because the magic, and all the spells cast on it protect it. Harry, I've read Hogwarts a History about six times, I know things like this.” Hermione said, stepping through the now, accesible hole of Gryffindor tower. “I see they took the portrait down.”

“Sorry Hermione, I forgot what a smart witch you were. Top of our year, no?” Harry asked her smiling.

“Harry, I'm surprised you could forget something like that. Yes. Top of the year.” Hermione replied.

“'Mione, did I ever tell you that I love you?” Harry asked softly.

“Of course you did Harry.” Hermione replied, matching his tone, and resting her head on his shoulder.

Suddenly, Harry grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, and kissed her. She deepened the kiss to her advantage, but soon, she broke away. “Harry I just don't think I'm ready quite yet, you know?”

“I suppose I do.” Harry replied. “But would you at least get up to the Head's dormitory? I know you never got to take your proper place there. That's where I've been sleeping.”

“Alright Harry. Let's go.” Hermione said, taking Harry's hand and going up the long staircase in the middle of the girl's and boy's staircases.

There was a small pop, and a tall, white haired, long bearded, smiling someone, apparated into the Gryffindor Common Room.

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Wow. After a whole lot of writer's block, and help from Hannah, I finally came up with a chapter two. THANK YOU HANNAH!!!!! But, I know it's short, but after this fic is done, I'm writing a sequel. Oh the joy of it all! Thanks for your reviews guys.