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Searching	By : avari20 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10921 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Searching
- 2-Part I
- 3-Part II
- 4-Part III
- 5-Part IV
- 6-Part V
- 7-Part VI
- 8-Part VII
- 9-Part VIII
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Disclaimer: Oh, woe is me. JKR owns all of these characters, not I.
A/N--I'll be the first to admit that there aren't too many fics out there that deal with time hopping and past lives. It's a hard topic to tackle, even with the added advantage of being two measly semesters short of a BA in History. However, I promise that this is a good fic (I wouldn't write it if I didn't think so!) and hope ya'll will show your support by reading and reviewing! Enjoy!
Prologue

There are moments in each life in which a man or woman confronts a terrible truth. It is the moment when innocence dies, and one�s own mortality comes into painful focus.
The young woman stood on the topmost battlement and watched the scene unfold. Brown eyes wide, she ignored the wind tearing at her gown and hair, howling in eerie harmony with the death screams below. Treachery. Someone within their midst had betrayed them all and let in the demons.

In that moment breathing becomes a laborious endeavor. The air seems to seep slowly in and out of the body, heavy and sluggish. The sound echoes in one�s ears until all other noise is completely blocked out.

Her hands curling into claws that scraped the stone, she saw the enemy soldiers pour in through the open gate.

Legs become unsteady, and one is forced to rely on the strength of shaky arms to remain upright. Bitter dread turns the heart to ice. One is assailed by the sense that he or she is no longer in control, and never really had been. Then the silence breaks, and a deafening cacophony rushes over this person. She watched in surreal horror as man after man fell underneath the sword, crying out in wordless pain and desperation. She imagined the hands that went up toward the skies beseeched her as much as the heavens. Save us! They seemed to cry. You are our lady, save us!

Her world was dying before her very eyes.

She wrenched away from the battlement and race toward the tower door. Her skirts billowing behind her, she somehow reached the ancient wooden portal that had placed itself on the other side of a veritable sea of air. The stairs twisted and turned with more frequency then she could remember, making it an eternity before she reached the bottom landing. Just as she thought she had reached the end, the corridor merely turned once more. She collided with wall after wall on the way down, scraping her hands and cheeks before continuing to run almost blindly.

Finally she was through the door�and into mayhem.

Time suddenly seems to take on unnatural speed, and one cannot help but be swept away.
Women and children scrambled about, gathering what they could, praying for their men and for guidance. �Leave everything but yourselves and your children!� the lady cried, grabbing the nearest passerby roughly by the shoulder. �Magda! You must get all of our people together and go to the dungeons!� she commanded in a rush.
The frightened woman shook her head in confusion. �The dungeons, my lady? They�ll corner us and murder us for sure!� She started to sob. �Oh, my Will! Those evil blighters are killing him, I just know it!�
The lady felt for the poor girl, but she and the others had to save themselves so that they may grieve later. �They won�t catch you if you hurry, Magda. I have a way for you to get out. Where�s Hannah?� she asked brusquely.
�Here!� A young woman came sprinting down the hall. Her beautiful face, identical to the lady�s, was pale and worried. She clutched a little baby in her arms, terrified for the child�s life. Only three days old, the lady thought, and already fleeing for his life. She quickly wrapped her arms around her twin. �Hannah, you have to take the women out,� she whispered frantically in her twin�s ear. The two had been inseparable since birth, facing frightened allegations of being the children of the devil and then the hazards of daily life hand in hand.
�I remember the way,� Hannah said, clutching her sister in return. She leaned back far enough to look into matching brown eyes. Her brow furrowed. �You�re coming with us, aren�t you?� she asked. The longer she looked, though, the more clear her answer became. Hannah stepped back and shook her head in denial. �I won�t leave you!� she said defiantly.
�Hannah, you have to! You have your baby to think of now,� her twin said in a rush. She couldn�t hide the tears that welled up and slipped down her cheeks. It hurt to know that this was the last time she would ever see her twin�s beloved face. But it had to be this way. She couldn�t let Hannah die. She bent and kissed the baby�s soft cheek, ignoring the fretful expression on the infant�s face. �He has to grow up,� she said. A small laugh, totally at odds with the dire situation, bubbled up. �To think I was jealous that you got to be a mother first, Hannah. It looks like I will be doing something on my own too.�
Death was the one journey she and her sister couldn�t share. Hastily she began to push Hannah in the direction she needed to go. �Hurry, time is running out. Take Magda and as many as you can save.�

Hannah went, knowing that for her baby to live her sister had to die. Knowing that her sister had already taken the painful decision out of her hands forever. Knowing that this was what had to be. Several feet away she turned around and looked long at the person who had been her other half. �I love you!� she called out over the din.
Her twin smiled, unashamed of her tears. �Live!� she called back. And then her sister was gone, swept away by the panicked people and the rush for survival.
In one fateful day, the mighty castle that had housed her family for centuries fell. In one day, her people scattered to the four winds, taking her sister and their legacy with them. In one day, she saw her world ripped apart by greed. In one day, her life was destroyed.
It was all over. Nothing she had done had stopped the terrible thing from happening. She had picked up a sword and cut down so many that the blood dripped from her lowered blade. It stained her tattered gown and permeated her spirit. It tangled in her hair and spattered her cheek. An angel of Death, who could nothing to stem the waves of destruction.
As she stood before the one who had taken it all away, she found herself filled with a hatred that knew no bounds. It was black and fiery, consuming her heart and strangling every gentle feeling she had ever had. It was so searing that she felt bile rise in her throat. She could taste the hatred on her tongue, feel it burn in her eyes, felt it spread until it flooded her skin. She became Hatred in that moment, and knew no other feeling.
�Where is it?� the Devil asked caustically. He stood dressed in shiny armor that gleamed despite all the lives he had taken that day. Silver blue eyes flashed with strange intensity. They focused on her, willed her speak, to give him what he coveted above all things. She despised that handsome face, the blonde hair gathered in a queue at his neck and tumbling down that broad back. A body of Adonis, and a soul of a demon. �You�ll never find it,� she taunted. Her chest was heaving, sucking in great gulps of precious air that would all too soon be taken away by this man.
�You stupid girl!� the man raged, pointing his broadsword toward her heart and shaking it. �You�ve lost! It is now I who will rule our world! I�ve taken everything away from this supposedly mighty family, and I will have my prize.� His beautiful lips curled in a snarl, he advanced on her. She didn�t have a chance. They were surrounded by his followers. The same men that jeered and laughed wouldn�t hesitate to cut her down should she try to run. She had to fight.

She raised her sword, knowing that her skills were no match for his. Still she tried. In moments the weapon flew from her hand and skidded across the floor. She glared over the sword now poised with the tip resting over her heart. �Give it to me,� the man repeated with deadly earnest.
�You�ve sacrificed everything you had today. Your wife, your sons, and your men. Is there nothing you won�t do for power?� she growled.
�Nothing,� he spat back. �Now tell me where it is!� he roared. His hand shook with anticipation of the kill, of finally receiving what he had coveted for years.
A demonic smile suddenly spread itself over her face, so forceful and uncharacteristic that it startled him for a moment. Words flowed fast and freely from her lips, so low that only he could hear them. The men watched in amazement as their leader�s eyes flew wide in shock. With a bellow of rage he lurched back. �You dirty bitch!� he screamed in fury.
A flash of light on metal, a quick scream of anger and denial. The lady lay on the floor, eyes fixed sightlessly on the beautiful ceiling, her lifeblood leaving her quickly. Her eyes felt so heavy�..
Her last breath left her.

To be continued....

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