A/N: This is an idea I got one day. I hope you like it.
Music from Les Miserable.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Full Metal Alchemist.
Do you hear the people sing
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Hermione hit the floor hard. She scrambled to get up not trying to cover her naked self. Now was a time to defend her person, not her dignity. Hermione put her good arm infront of herself, trying in vain to show a defense, the other one hung limply at her side; hand bent at an odd angle. Breathing heavily she glared at her captor. His smirking face turned to a twisted one full of anger when she spat on him.
Stalking up to her he back handed her sending her prone form once again to the floor. A week of no food and constant torture had left her body weak. Luckily her mind was working just perfectly. She whispered words in a dead language and swiped her hand across the floor. The building started to shake and soon started to sink the once solid land turning to murky mud.
Will you join in our crusade
Who will be strong and stand with me
Beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free
Her energy was drained now, but she smiled happily. All the occupants of the house were now trapped. She wouldn't live to see the good, but this would help her side more than anything. Her captor barked out a harsh order and soon a man scrambled up to him. He was pale in complection and his body was short and stocky. Walking with a bow legged limp he started walking towards Hermione.
Opening a small chest. Jewelry box really, he pulled out a small scroll and a vile filled with a clear substance. Reading from the scroll the man walked slowly around her pouring the potion. When he was finished she was sealed in a large circle. The man continued to chant and Hermione started to feel power starting to rise. Lighting crackled and Hermione's vision grew blurry.
Do you hear the people sing
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Great golden light started to leak up from her binding circle. Swirling it gathered around her screaming sounds of torture and sorrow. Hermione wanted to bring her hands to her ears. She wanted to block out the sounds of all her sins naming themselves inside and around her. Gathering around her was her envy, lust, and gluttony. The three emotions of sorrow for human kind. Others made themselves known, hope, hate, guilt, want. Her past wouldn't leave her alone. Each and every mistake bit into her being as the tornado picked up her form.
Mouth opened in a silent scream and eyes wide and unseeing. The wind continued to grow fiercer and faster. She spun moving through emotions that she had long been trying to concur. Faster and faster, until finally nothing.
Her body hit the ground with a thud and she gasped raspily trying to get air into her burning lungs. Every part of her was screaming blood and angst filled screams. Before darkness and numbness consumed her being, she saw two golden eyes starring down at her.
Will you give all you can give Do you hear the people sing Singing the song of angry men
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of France
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes