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Hogwarts, A Mystery	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note:
A first chapter is up!

Hope this delights everyone.
Do tell me what you think.
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Prologue

London, England..
July 13th 1977..

A terrifying scream echoed throughout the empty halls of the church that momentarily downed the sound of cries from within its aged old pillars.

And then there was silence.

But it too was broken after a while. It was disrupted by sounds of people running, of whispers of panic and fear and the trail of imminent danger that was left behind.

A long blood trail was shimmering from an open confession box along the marble floor leading down the aisle of the cathedral altar.

Blood stained the carpeted marble floor as the crying echoed, tears staining the beautiful face of the handsome young man or what was left of his life before his eyes opened in a blank stare signifying that there was no more life in them.

He lay dead in the arms of a beautiful young girl as his bloody body stained her beautiful wedding dress.
She was crying, crying desperately, begging for help as she held him dear and close to her breaking heart. But she knew that even if she cried blood, there was no more life she could revive.

He was long gone.

Suddenly, the gigantic oak doors of the cathedral opened with great force and people started forcing their way through in rage, in screams of anger and accusations as they condemned the girl that lay on the floor with the lifeless man in her arms.

“Take her!” they screamed. “Take her! Take her! She’s a curse in this town!”

Shuffling of feet, sounds of hurried steps and the heat from their torches filling in the room.
“Burn her!” one of them screamed. “Burn her to death! Murderer!”

They stared and pointed at her, fearful yet drawn by their hatred, they forced their way in to take the man from her and take her by the arms.

Distraught, panic-stricken and afraid, the girl was unable to defend herself as the man was forcibly taken from her and she was dragged off her feet as she was forced out of the bloody hall.

“No!” she begged them as she tried to weigh herself down so they won’t be able to drag her but there were a lot of them “No! Please, please! I didn’t murder him! I didn’t murder him!”

The townspeople paid no attention to her as they continued to carry her out of the hall all the while condemning her to death, cursing her name to the depths of hell.

“I didn’t murder him!” her screamed grew more desperate, louder as she knew that they were going to punish her for a crime she never and would never commit. “I didn’t kill him! I wouldn’t kill him!”

“Bring her to death!” an old woman screamed and then a stone was thrown at her.
She cried as it hit the side of her beautiful face, creating a small gash to it. Soon, more stones were thrown at her direction.

“Death!” they screamed. “She is the curse of this town!”
“I’m innocent!” she screamed back at them as they dragged her halfway out of the hall. “You don’t – you don’t understand-“ she cried at them. “I’m innocent – I’m – please, wait – I didn’t do it - I’m innocent – I can – I can prove it! I’M INNOCENT! Please! I would never harm him, never! I wouldn’t kill him – please- “
She tried to fight harder, kicking as she was held strongly by her arms with the other men pushing her forward ensuring that she was taken out of the place.

“Murderer! You killed him! You are a curse! She is a witch!” someone had screamed very loudly. “She is a witch! You’ve been a curse to this town – you’re Judas’ Maiden!”
“NO!” she screamed louder, this time fear was more evident in her eyes as if she knew what punishment was given to this crime. “NO! NO! I’m not-“

There was a sudden halt in their march as someone tall in a hooded cloak came forward and grabbed her painfully.
“Murderer.” the visible lips from under the hood whispered clearly to her. “I told you that you will pay for everything.”

Her eyes narrowed in understanding at the familiar voice. But she couldn’t be too sure.
“No!” she screamed. “I’m innocent – I’m – no, please, please-“ she kicked and cried even more desperately, her wedding gown at all ends already with her veil halfway down from her head as she tried to turn her gaze, desperately seeking for something.

“Take her away.” the deep and clear voice from under the hood came. “Ensure that she suffers for the life she has taken for granted.”

And then her eyes widened at the assurance those words gave her.

“You!” she cried and this time out of anger. “You – you – please don’t listen to him! Don’t!”
She fought wildly against the townspeople to no avail as they dragged her out of the cathedral.
“This is a mistake!” she screamed. “This is a mistake! I’m innocent! I’m innocent – I didn’t murder him!”

She fell to the ground in a dazed state, eyes blurry now and the heat of the surroundings making everything around her feel worse.
“Please.” she begged. “Please. I didn’t.. I’m innocent.. I wouldn’t.. please.. I would never kill anyone.. I’m not a murderer..”
“You’ve been caught.” pronounced loudly by someone who looked like the eldest man in the crowd. “You’ve been caught and seen at the very scene of the crime. Do you deny this? You are found with the dead man in your arms. You have slain a life-“
“I’M NOT A MURDERER YOU OLD MAN!” she screamed in fury as her head turned up towards the old man in the crowd. “YOU OLD DECAYING FOOL!”

The old man looked harassed but he stood his ground, more determined to have her burned at the stake.

“You are a witch.” he had said. “You have bewitched him to fall in love with you and once your magic has broken you have decided-“
“I will never murder him!” she screamed angrily again. “I am not a murderer-“
“Do you deny you’re a witch?” he accused pointing a finger at her face. “Then do you deny you’re a witch-“

She stared back at him, unable to immediately answer him.
“I have my friends-“ she said. “I have my friends here to prove to you I am innocent-“
“I am not asking about your friends.” the man continued. “I asked if you deny you’re a witch.”

Her black eyes filtered with tears as she looked around her, around the crown, searching for faces she knew should be there.

“Do you deny-“
“I’m innocent-“
“Do you deny that you are-“
“I have not bloody killed him! I would never-“
“DO YOU DENY THAT YOU ARE A WITCH?!”

Hatred passed her eyes. There was no more fear, no more strength in them, no more love in them.

“Had I been one with a wand in my hand, you wouldn’t be alive right now.” she whispered in clear yet deadly voice.

Silence swept her surrounding as fear passed them.

Almost everyone stopped moving as they all stared at her, focused and waiting in both fear and anticipation if she was going to attack them.

But she didn’t.

And then the momentary silence and stillness of the people gave way for her to see what she had been desperately trying to find in the crowd.

Her beautiful dark eyes caught sight of then people spread amongst the crowd, all looking fearful as they tried to blend and hide in the midst of the crowd. But their eyes bore one emotion – they would have done anything at that very moment to take her out from her position and protect her.

But they couldn’t. None of them had enough courage to do so.

And she wanted to call them, to scream for help. But her love for them was beyond all of these.
She realized and knew too well the damage she could further do, she couldn’t bring herself to endanger any of them.

She was not to betray any of them as none of them was to betray the other.

She caught back the stare of a pair of almost emotionless black eyes in the crowd. He looked back at her in grave pain and she lowered her head in a nod, in an understanding.

She felt the crowd dragging her again as tears flowed down her cheeks.

“I’m innocent.” she softly whispered in defeat. “I’m innocent. I’m not Judas’ Maiden.”

They took her away and once they were outside the premises of the cathedral, she saw a few men from the crowd take the man’s lifeless body, taking him away from her forever.

“Please let me bid him goodbye..” she whispered softly tears streaking down her face. “Please.”

But nobody listened.

Instead, she received a slap, she felt stones and dirt thrown at her.

And in her desperate state, she saw the man taken into an ambulance, taken away from her forever.

She was not able to bid him a proper goodbye. She was never going to see him ever again.

Her dark eyes narrowed, glinting in pain and in anger.

“You will pay for this.” she whispered as policemen now came to take her. “You will pay for this!”
Stronger men held her but her anger grew as she turned to the crowd with fiery eyes.

“I will come back!” she screamed angrily as they apprehended her. “I will come back! I swear to his life, I swear to my own grave I will come back and I will avenge his life and take what is mine!”

Her voice screamed in anger and pain as her hands were cuffed behind her back as they dragged her in her bloody wedding dress and forced her to come with them.

In the crowd she was aware that she faces she knew were still there, listening to her screams of fury, watching her take all the blame of that night.

“I swear to avenge his life!” her screams echoed as rain started to come from the dark sky. “I will avenge his life and take life in return! I swear I will come back – I will come back for all of you and take back what is mine! I will return and take back what is mine! I will avenge what has been taken from me – I will come back and take back the life taken from me!”
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