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Caught Amongst the Damned	By : waterbender Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don’t own any of it u.u;

Author’s Note: Haven’t done a fic in a long time...this has only been edited by me...I
wrote it when I got bored at work today x.x um...if you do read this, please review,
good or bad. I will love you forever. In the future there will be need to have this
rated NC-17, for many different things...but we’re still chapters from that...anyway,
here is the first bit...enjoy

Chapter One:

      The journey back to platform nine and three-quarters was an almost uneventful
one, at least, it was uneventful in the last compartment where the golden trio sat
with Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom. As a matter of fact, the train was
positively buzzing outside this one room; the chatter bug just didn’t seem to have
enough gumption to affect those five teenagers.

      Hermione Granger sat curled up next to the window with a book open against her
knees, though she wasn’t really reading. Harry Potter sat across from her, glaring out
the window and, without asking, Hermione knew what he was thinking about. And, instead
of trying to get his minute owl to stop twitching around (an activity that seemed to
fill up a lot of his time), Ronald Weasley was staring down at his large hands.

      “Harry...” Ginny said when they reached the halfway point between Hogwarts and
London. Harry didn’t answer, didn’t even seem to hear her as he continued to glare out
the window. She sighed and slumped back into her seat.

      “You don’t have to go back, you know, mate,” Ron tried, not looking up from his
hands.

      “Dumbledore wants me there,” Harry said, his voice dry and carrying very little
emotion. “At least for the beginning of summer...”

      Hermione looked up from her book and around her group of sullen friends. She
chewed on her lip, now turning her gaze to the window, but not really seeing it. The
past few weeks ran through her head like a silent movie; sound was never evident in
these memories, everything had been far too chaotic...but the pictures were enough...

      Lost in thought, Hermione let her book fall to the ground as she hugged her
knees to her chest. Her thoughts drifted not only over the past few weeks, but much
further back, over the last six years, then to before she had even gotten her letter
to Hogwarts. Had she really been planning on going off to highschool, then a
university? Had she really been contemplating becoming a dentist like her parents had
done? Had she really been so oblivious to the world of magic...? Yes, she decided
(though she could hardly picture living in a world without magic now0. She had been a
stuck-up know-it-all, but it had been the biggest shock of her short life when she had
received her first Hogwarts letter by small, tawny owl.

      A frown crept across her mouth as she though back. If someone had told her,
seven years ago, that she would soon be making friends with one of the greatest know
wizards and would be preparing for a war the likes of which hadn’t been seen...well,
the cliche statement needn’t even be stated. She was jarred from her thoughts (which
had traveled to her first encounter with the school’s Potions Master) when Harry spoke
to her. She didn’t catch what he had said and looked up to find his bright green eyes
poring into her.

      “What?” she asked with a tone of apology for not paying attention.

      “I asked if you still had my phone number,” Harry said.

      “Oh, yes, of course I do.”

      “Good, the phone is faster than owl...” and Harry drifted off, looking out the
window. After a few minutes he spoke again. “I’ll want yours too, before we get off
the train. No time needs to be wasted if we need to get a hold of each other.”

      Hermione nodded and untangled herself from the seat to get to her bag. She
pulled out a spare piece of parchment and a quill, then jotted down the number and
handed it over to Harry.

      “Ron?” Harry asked.

      “Yeah?”

      “You have a phone, right?”

      “Well, sort of...Dad took it apart and never got it back together,” Ron said.
“But don’t worry about me, mate, we get news pretty quickly at the Burrow.”

      Ginny nodded in agreement. “Mum and Dad are on top of everything lately.”

      Hermione watched as Harry looked over at the redheaded girl that had been his
girlfriend and as he tried to push away the want to pull her close. It was amazing
just how wretched their timing really was, she thought as Harry looked back out the
window and Ginny caught Trevor the toad as he made another futile attempt to escape
from Neville Longbottom. Couples seemed to blossom at just the wrong time,
always...the irony of it was almost horrific. More horrific, though, she pressed on in
her mind, was the fact that the blossoming couples were being denied because of an
ever pressing duty to fight in the war against Voldemort.

      Just the thought of the war made Hermione’s stomach seize. She would fight,
there was no question about that...but just how much help she’d be, she didn’t know.
Over the past six years she’d proven weakness in many fields and strength in the
classroom; only in the past two years had she made any improvement in dueling... Would
she be strong enough, really, to overcome multiple Death Eaters on her own? Of course,
she wouldn’t ever be on her own, she knew better than to assume that either Harry or
Ron would allow her to engage in battle by herself, but she didn’t want to be the
reason they were put in danger...

      Hermione started, jarred from her thoughts once more, when Ron put his hand on
her shoulder. “We’re almost there,” he said quietly.

      “Okay,” she answered, forcing a smile as she looked at him.

      For a very brief moment, not but days ago, she had thought, hoped, and prayed
that finally she and Ron would get together and be the couple they’d been teetering
around for the past few years. But, when he held her at Professor Dumbledore’s
funeral, it had all fallen apart. There had been a deep, unspoken understanding
between them; there was want, there was almost need of each other, but the deepest
desire they shared was that to protect. If living through this war meant they weren’t
to be a couple, then so be it. Hermione had thought long and hard about this and
decided Harry had been right. Voldemort would go through the ones that were loved and
cherished first and, as selfish as it was, Hermione had reasoned with herself, if
anything did happen to Ron, if he didn’t make it through the war...she’d only have
lost a best friend (only though...? that hardly seemed the right term, even as an
unspoken thought...), he had never truly been anything more... The same went for Ron
about her...

      The train pulled into King’s Cross station and rattled to a stop. From the
corridor, doors could be heard opening and people were clamoring around to retrieve
their things, but the five Gryffindor students remained where they were. All of them
were silent, but for the first time the entire trip they were all looking to one
another, a very subtle understanding falling over them.

      When they left the train and stepped through the barrier that separated platform
nine and three-quarts from the rest of the station, they wouldn’t be stepping into the
former Muggle world they had known, they’d be stepping into a very different world...
A world that may never be what it once was...
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