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Knowing It All	By : Jennlee Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 11567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 - Intuition affirmed
Hermione was happy to see her parents waiting for her on the other side of the platform barrier. They greeted her with hugs and kisses. As they were leaving the station, Hermione noticed the Malfoys had come through the barrier behind her. That cold feeling in the pit of her stomach lurched and clenched. She took her parents by the hands and led them from the station quickly.
Later at at home, Hermione was determined to have a serious talk with her parents. She didn't want to frighten them but it was important. As Muggles, they were defenseless against the Death Eaters. They would be easy prey if attacked. Hermione hoped it wouldn't come to that - why would Dark wizards want to go after the Grangers anyway? But if the recent Daily Prophet articles gave any indication, there seemed to be neither rhyme nor reason to the attacks.
Hermione's non-magic parents couldn't fully understand the enormity of You Know Who's power, but after she compared him with infamous Muggles like Adolf Hitler, they seemed to understand. After she gave this explanation, she wondered why she had done it. What purpose did it really serve? She wondered. Was she frightening them for no reason?
Hermione started casting defensive spells on the house immediately. The problem was that there weren't many wards she could put up and leave in place when she went back to school. Her Muggle parents wouldn't be able to manipulate them. She sent an owl to Ron's dad to ask him what the Ministry recommended.
Even after she had put up the wards Hermione didn't feel secure. She hated to admit to herself that she was rattled, but she was. Her senses were heightened and she felt on edge and nervous all the time. She made sure her wand was within easy reach and spent most of her free time with her parents. She would study her text books in their dental office while they worked. She would go with her mother to the market. She even went with her father when he had to renew his driving license. When her mother tried to get her to spend time enjoying her summer off, Hermione refused, a deep sense of foreboding preventing her.
As the summer passed, nothing happened. Hermione studied her spell books until she knew them all by heart and was bored. The days were uneventful and as they passed she started to relax a little. Nothing is going to happen, she told herself, annoyed that she had aggravated and over-stressed herself for nothing.
Finally the day came when Hermione was packing for Ron's house and school. She was to leave the next morning. She missed Ron and was looking forward to seeing him again. They had been sending owls back and forth all summer and Ron's letters were nothing short of breathtaking. All the things he couldn't seem to say, or that he usually covered up with jokes, Ron was able to write. Hermione blushed when she read his letters. Just thinking about it made her feel peculiar. A warmth came to her cheeks and her pulse seemed to race.
It would be very good to see him again - to be close to him, she thought. Perhaps, she thought, she'd have to rethink her decision to wait. Maybe they were ready. That thought shocked her a bit and she told herself she was being ridiculous. There was plenty of time, after all. She'd just wait and see what happened at Ron's.
Hermione was also thrilled to be returning to Hogwarts soon. The weeks of peace and quiet in her Muggle home made her yearn for the strange and exciting magical world - a world where quirky oddity was the norm. A world where ghosts mingled with humans, sports were played at breakneck speed on enchanted broomsticks, and magical beats like unicorns and centaurs roamed the nearby forest. Hermione suddenly felt even more lucky to be a part of the magic world she missed so badly.
What would she be doing right now if she wasn't a witch? Applying to colleges, she suspected, and living a dull, ordinary life. She knew she wouldn't have been a dentist, like her parents, but perhaps a scientist or teacher. That could have been interesting, she supposed. Still, she was very grateful that she was a witch.
Perhaps things were quieting down, Hermione thought hopefully, as if telling herself this often enough might make it true. Maybe she and her parents were not in danger. She tried to allay her fears with the fact that there hadn't been quite so many frightening articles in the Daily Prophet recently.
Hermione groaned in frustration while packing her school trunk. Deciding what books to take with her to Hog warts was so difficult - only so many would fit in her trunk! Considering an engorgement charm for the trunk, Hermione was startled by a series of loud crashes and bangs. A woman's scream suddenly made her heart stop. Mum! She knew that something was very wrong. Grabbing up her wand, Hermione raced downstairs.
The Granger's front door was wide open against the dark sky. Hermione could make out several black hooded figures as she hurtled down the front stairs. They must have broken through her wards, she realized. Aiming her wand she cast the stunning curse with as much strength as she could muster. "Stupify!" Her spell hit one of the figures and it crashed to the floor. Hermione ducked as curses were flung in her direction, feeling them miss by a margin too close for comfort. She tried the stunning curse again and again but the Death Eaters were blocking. She switched to the impediment curse and had the same effect.
From above her crouched form, Hermione suddenly saw a bright flash of light. The fight was over in a millisecond. Hermione's consciousness faded, her wand rolling from her hand.
From pitch darkness, Hermione's consciousness slowly came back to her. What curse was this? She wondered. She couldn't move, couldn't see. She could feel hands carrying her and then other hands holding her. She could hear her mother crying. A severe voice barked orders loudly. The voice was refined and well-measured but the tone was ominous; something about it would have made her shiver if she could have.
Hermione tried willing herself to move, to awaken from her stunned condition. She finally was able throw off the curse and groggily open her eyes. She found herself lying on the floor, her head resting in her mother's lap. Her mum was stroking her hair and crying. Hermione's father crouched over them, an anxious expression on his face.
Mrs. Granger looked relieved when Hermione opened her eyes. "Thank God," she exclaimed softly, hugging her little girl close. Hermione felt for her wand. A masked figure stood nearby, his wand pointing at them threateningly. Hermione, dressed only in her thin nightdress, felt vulnerable under the Death Eater's silent gaze.
"Mum!" Hermione whispered, "Have you seen my wand?"
"One of those - those - people took it." Her mother told her.
Hermione wondered what they wanted - what they were waiting for. A Death Eater swaggered forward, his hands on his hips, speaking in the terrifying voice she remembered well. "Well, well. What do we have here? Some vermin in need of extermination?"
Hermione felt suddenly and incongruously brave lying there looking at the Death Eater. What are they playing at? she wondered, angrily. "We haven't done anything to you. Go away and leave us alone!" She yelled at the cloaked figure. Her mother gasped and clutched at her as Hermione lurched to her feet, frozen limbs and muscles finally starting to obey once again.
The Death Eater chuckled. "Haven't done anything to me? You and your kind are the bane of the Magical world!" Hermione flinched at the cold rage in his voice. There was something familiar about it, she thought, although she didn't have time to consider it further. The Death Eater raised his wand to point at her father. "Avada Kedavra!" The voice casting the killing curse was loud and angry. Green light flashed and Hermione lunged. As she lunged, she knew in her head that it would do no good - that it was too late. Her father was dead. Time seemed to slow. She could hear her mother's sobbing cries as if from a great distance. She could hear her pulse pounding hotly in her ears. The horror of the moment seemed to still the air. Her gaze was firmly on the Death Eater in front of her, her hands outstretched like talons. Before Hermione could reach the man who had killed her father, she was grabbed from behind. Another Death Eater caught her about the waist in a strong grip.
Hermione flailed against the Death Eater, kicking and screaming. A silencing spell hit her and her screams stopped abruptly. After a few moments she was dumped unceremoniously to the ground. Turning back, she could see the silhouette of her father as he lay on the floor. He was so still - completely lifeless. Her mother was crying desperately, stroking her husband's face and hair. Hermione felt frozen. She looked up into the outstretched wand of the Death Eater who had killed her father and believed with every fiber of her being that her time had come.
A calmness inexplicably washed over Hermione at this moment. She wasn't afraid anymore. The silencing spell wore off. In a quiet voice she said calmly, "You won't get away with this. You can kill me but you and your Dark Lord will be defeated soon enough."
The Death Eater's tall frame loomed over her. He bent down and grabbed her by the chin and pulled her face up to his - the gaunt hollow eye sockets of his mask seemed to look deep into her soul. "How brave you are, Little Mudblood," his sinister voice dripped contempt. "The Dark Lord has risen and soon he will be all powerful. As for killing you, don't worry, I will in my own good time. But until then I will make you wish you were dead."
He let go of her face suddenly and she fell, sprawling, to the floor. The hooded figure laughed as he pointed his wand at her mother and with an eerily calm voice uttered the killing curse once again. Hermione crawled to her mother's still form and, tears welling, kissed her softly on the cheek. Her mother's deep brown eyes were vacant and staring, her face surprised and frightened. Both her parents was gone, Hermione knew. Forever.
The Death Eater raised the wand once more. Hermione waited to die, wondering what the Avada Kedavra curse would feel like. Instead of the killing curse, however, she heard, "Stupefy!" Hermione's figure slumped to the floor, unconscious, but alive, across the motionless bodies of her parents.
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