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September 18th, 2005
The Black Forest, Germany

We were tired, no tired wasn’t the right word. We were past that. We were just surviving now. Voldemort came back our seventh year after Dumbledore was murdered by Snape. We fled to Grimmauld Place before we were apprehended from Hogwarts. Knowing we had less than an hour before they realized we were not in at Hogwarts and this would be the next place they would look. We grabbed our emergency packs, We stocked them full of everything we would need to make a run for it. Everything from Polyjuice potion to muggle camping equipment. I rushed to the Black’s library and grabbed a few last remaining books I couldn’t dare leave behind and we headed to the Forest of Dean.

Since then It’s been seven long years of survival and running. Voldemort looks exactly like his former self, before he tried to kill infant Harry. Somehow Voldemort figured out how to fully restore his former body and mind. Voldemort was once again gorgeous, intelligent, cunning, manipulate and a tyrant. After Dumbledore was murdered by Snape it didn’t take long for “Prime Minister Tom Riddle” (although he’s more dictator) to take over the Ministry of Magic, our number slowly dwindled The Order of the Phoenix was a dying breed. It would be faster to list who was still alive or in hiding. then to list the fallen and captured. My heart pangs and I swallow the hot lump in my throat.
Although I hate to admit, It was quite brilliant of Voldemort to come back as his former self, not many people were still alive that knew the link between the two. Those that did were either too scared to talk or were in his inner circle. Either way, Soon Prime Minster Riddle’s control has stretched to Germany, half of France, Ireland, and there’s now rumors of infiltration into American’s Magical Government. Shocking us all, Voldemort has not openly attacked Muggles, Yes his inner circle of death eaters may use some for sacrificial purposes or as imperioused slaves, but the majority of muggles still knew nothing of the magical world. I’ve hypothesized that Voldemort is waiting to have control of the entire magical world before attacking the technological side. That cant be said for muggleborns however, Many of the older muggleborns, ones that held influential positions were stripped of their titles and charged with treason, they were later given the kiss. Such was the fate of Professor Burbage. The rest were put in Lord Voldemort’s new caste system. A pyramid of hierarchy with Voldemort and his purebloods on top of the wizarding world, the half-bloods in the middle, and the muggleborns at the bottom. Muggleborns were allowed menial jobs like clerical workers and janitors. Muggleborn children were allowed at Hogwarts, however, they were given their own unnamed house and were allowed to only learn up to a third years knowledge of magic. All muggle born wands were etched with a rune limiting their powers. It was truly a horrific time to be a muggle born.
The Light side hasn’t seen a victory in years, and the toll is taking its weight on all of us. Ron has lost more than both Harry and I combined. Fred and George Weasley died in battle last year in Moscow side by side, along with Arthur Weasley, Kinglsey Shacklebott, and Lee Jordan. We were supposed to meet up with them in Moscow but were held off a day late due to having to backtrack for safety. When we finally arrived we were faced with their dead inferi bodies. We barely escaped alive. Ron had Nightmares for months after that.
Harry is worse off, Voldemort is really starting to take a toll on Harry’s health, especially this past year. Almost every night he wakes up screaming in our bed we share. I soothe him back to sleep by repeating Hogwarts, A History and kneading his scar until he falls back to sleep. He never tells me what his nightmares entail but just says that “Somethings are left undiscussed”.

I’m the same old know it all, the brightest witch of my age. I’ve hardened, we all have, but I didn’t hesitate at the thought of throwing an unforgivable in battle or even to obtain information. That was my job in the group. I became the person that did the stuff that no one else wanted or could do. Harry would have just added the deeds to the weight he already bears and Ron, well Ron never had the stomach for the grimy tactics of warfare. His job was to focus on macro strategies. Ron was good at looking at the bigger picture. Like chess I smile stepping over a fallen tree, completely lost in my thoughts. I’ll be twenty-four tomorrow, I think as I take in my surroundings. If it wasn’t for the fear of our lives being in the balance this would be a cool birthday to have. Hanging with my best friend and my- I glance over at Harry. My stomach flutters.
He’s walking with his hand on his scar, which could either mean he’s thinking or his scar is hurting. He glances at me and smiles. I smile back.
“Oi lets camp here, my feet are the size of bloody elf ears!” Ron exclaims are he plops onto the moss strewn ground.
“ Yes I suppose this would be the best place, I’ll set wards up, the tent is in the purse guys.” I say looking at Ron in irritation as I walk off.
"wha I do M'ione"? Says Ron with half a beef jerky in his mouth. He looks at Harry in confusion.
Harry gestures to large ears while laughing.
" What? I think M'ione has nice sized ears..oh"

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I’m warm by the fire reading the fascinating golden book that stumbled across our paths when we first arrived in the Black Forrest days ago. It was just laying on our path as if someone had dropped it in a hurry. The small gold book glittered on the sun-dappled forest floor. After running severe diagnostic test and close observation we deemed the book to be just an average book that must have fallen from some unlucky owner. I was ecstatic to be able to keep the gorgeous book and at once began reading. The cover is ancient and the gold leafing is fragile in areas. The front of the book has no wording and the pages hold an ancient language I’ve never seen before.
Thankfully, However, a few pages were translated and stated that this was an ancient Fae book.
Fae were real sentient immortal beings who were on this planet thousands of years before humans. They are an ancient race that stays to themselves and chooses not to mingle with human affairs, Wizard, and muggle alike. Our life spans are mere infantile moments to Fae beings I suppose. I stumble across a page depicting a mahogany skinned Fae man with curly black ringlets. He’s on a throne of ivory and gold. The formiddable man was surrounded by a court of Immortal Fae and other creatures. It’s his eyes that are most startling though, they seem to be made of the same gold leaf from the covering. “Oberon King of Seelie Court” is deciphered below in elegant emerald green ink. … from Shakespeare?! I think… no way that’s too surreal. It seems like hours as I turn page after page of this ancient book. I’m sure this may be one of the only books left from their civilization. Which brings me back to the question I’ve had all night gnawing at my insides. Who and why did someone leave this book? Is someone trying to help Harry? Or perhaps some wizard really has left this precious book in the middle of the woods? I can't help but think something sinister is at play… the hairs on my neck stand up as I turn the pages. There are not many translations until I reach a few pages in the back. I gasp when I see Slytherin’s insignia and none other then the man himself depicted shaking Oberon’s hand, there was the same emerald ink writing below the picture:

If thou can claim the golden griffin’s chaste
and trick her into losing her destined race.
Then thou will not only destroy your mortal enemy's besotted place,
but death shall never grace your face.
Claim the last ethereal princess unjustly strewn in dirt

“Life debt” is scrawled under the poem.
I show the Harry and Ron and they are beyond ideas as well.
“So maybe we have to save a dirt-covered princess?” says Ron excitedly.
Harry shakes his head, kneading his scar in pain “Who knows how long ago this book was written on, Hermione didn’t you say that Fae’s live for hundreds of years?
“Yes, but enough of that, this book will be here tomorrow. I will take first watch. I began to rise and stretch. “ I would like to enjoy the forest one more night before we head west.” I really just want to decipher why this book was left for us to find. Anything to save Harry and the rest of us from this nightmare.
“Oh no you don’t Hermione! Tomorrow is your birthday the least you can do is sleep in and have a few carefree hours of sleep” says Ron, while Harry agrees with exhaustion.
“ Oh hush, My birthday will come and go another year, but we need to prepare and survive, and for that to happen we need Harry at his best health. Go rest Harry, that’s what I want for my birthday. There’s dreamless potion in the bag.
I kiss him on the forehead, my hands massaging his neck as he exhales in relief, my cooling charm on my hands must be doing the work of staving his headache off. Voldemort must be very busy somewhere torturing muggles. I think bitterly.
“Thank you, Hermione, I seriously love you.” Whispers Harry.
“ I love you more Harry,” I say as I kiss his forehead one more time.
“AHHH!” screams Harry clutching his scar in pain.
Oyi mate are you okay!?” says Ron jumping from the kitchen
I startle and start to reach for Harry when he whispers “run” my blood runs cold and the hair on my arms begins to prickle
“Har-“ Is all I say before our tent is torn to shreds and were all kicked back three feet into the air I land onto a bush. We’ve been ambushed I realize with raw terror. The rough branches scratch my arms and face. I’m dizzy and inebriated from the impacted landing. I open my eyes and immediately regret it because instant nausea is what welcomes my body. I close my eyes tightly, whimpering as I feel that my incisor has stabbed through my lower lip. My lip bleeds profusely, I staunch the blood on my flannel sleeve as I look for my wand nowhere to be found. I hear screams of pain Harry!? Ron!? I rush out of the bush into the clearing where our tent use to be and grab my extendable coin purse and stuff into my bra, as I see Ron crumpled by the base of a pine tree, one of his left ribs are sticking out of this chest and none other then Bellatrix Lestrange is standing over him cackling as she crucios his lifeless body. Harry is battling Dolohov, Lucius Malfoy and another death eater I don’t recognize all at once, the rest are circling us into a trap.
Ron’s screams snap me out of my logic induced calculations. “Bellatrix is pushing her heels into his open chest!
I grow nauseated again as I scream “LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU DELUSIONAL BITCH!”
Everything seems to stop, Harry’s duel and even the closing circle of Voldemort’s subjects. Bellatrix freezes her torturing and slowly turns her head in my direction
I feel the shift of her magic before I even hear her deranged words. Her magic feels jumpy and dark, but stagnant.
Bellatrix starts to saunter over to me and that’s when I realize I don’t have my fucking wand… think Hermione… think…
“You dare speak to me, you a filthy mud-“
“Now Now Bellatrix, it wouldn’t be fitting to insult the guest of honor,” a deep melodious voice says
Shit. Is all I think as my blood runs cold and my nose begins to sweat, something that happens when I’m nervous or you know about to die..,
I automatically think monster when I hear that voice. Because I know it belongs to exactly that, my nightmare.
I slowly turn and face Lord Voldemort for the first.
Gorgeous isn’t the word to describe Lord Voldemort. His beauty is cruel and cold like a fallen angel. His face is masterfully sculpted, clear pale skin, full lips, and dark smoldering eyes that are looking directly into my caramel depths as I take in the most feared man on earth. The gods have truly played a sinister joke by gifting this modern day conquer with such innocent beauty. Voldemort ’s dark magic begins to waft forward and I'm knocked back to the ground as waves of suffocating dark magic are released from this man. So…much..power… how can one man… how will Harry… Harry!? I snap out of my stupor and see Voldemort’s “6’3” frame standing over me. His black depthless eyes boring into my frantic eyes. I whimper as I try to pull from his smoldering gaze and utterly fail. What is wrong with me?
Voldemort smirks and flicks his wand and I’m raised up to his level, my “5’7’” frame just barely dusting the forest floor. I stare in utter shock and fear. Wait, didn’t he say I’m the guest of honor?!
Apparently, both Harry and I came to the same realization became Harry bellows and rushes forward.
“ ARGGH leave her alone you snake bastard! It’s me you want, isn’t it? Well, I’m right here you coward!”
Voldemort’s gaze leaves mine and he sighs turning to Harry and swishing his wand. Harry is automatically hunched over on the ground clutching his scar screaming in absolute pain.
“Harry” I whisper in fear as Voldemort’s Magic begins to caress me and I feel myself dragged back below the waves of his heady magical aura.
Voldemort walks over to Harry, his black eyes speckled with red. He slowly pushes Harry onto his back with his foot while stoically saying “As much as I would love to end the bane of my existence, I’ve heard that “your”little mudblood is one vicious hellcat, a true warrior in battle.
He glances at my struggling form and then back at Harry with raised eyebrows.
Harry rises up with rage, while Bellatrix is cackling with insane laughter twirling throughout the circle of loyal pureblood supremacist.
“ mudblood mublooooood” she coos.
Voldemort roughly crucios Harry and I sob relentlessly with horror as Harry screams in pain.
“Harry!” I sob. Tears running and mixing with my bloody lip. I struggle through the dark aura and bondage, but its no use.
Ron is lying by the tree, shallow breaths rising from his chest.
“So many of my death eaters complain that she needs to learn her place…well, I’m here to rectify that… Crucio.”
Harry passes out after minutes and Voldemort stares back at me.
He walks to me and stares at my disheveled and bloodied mess. It seems the closer he is to me, the more difficult it is to fight through his suffocating aura.
I stare at him defiantly. Breathing heavily willing these bonds to be lifted so I can gouge his pretty eyes out.
“Leave us”.
The sound of disapparation pops are heard throughout the forest. Leaving me with alone with him.
Voldemort's black gaze stares for what seems like hours. All is silence but my ragged breathing. My bloody lip dripping onto the forest floor in a steady rhythm. He finally speaks “It shall be a pleasure to bring you into submission Hermione”
I shiver and snap my caramel eyes to his black voids. The way he speaks my name, almost like it's forbidden, a whisper spoken in the darkened depths of depravity. I shouldn’t like the way it falls from his lips, but- I snap out of it.
“I will never yield to you Voldemort,” I say with utter clarity. “If I’m going to die I refuse to do so on my knees begging to a monster like you!” I spew with as much Gryffindor courage I can summon. I feel my curls rise with magic. My skin prickles and the bridge of my nose begins to perspire.
Voldemort chuckles, his voice is a deep melodic sound, as smooth as crushed velvet. Although, his eyes, his ink black eyes give off a predatory gleam.
“You’ll find I can be very ...persuasive”
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