"I don't believe it," she uttered, cinnamon eyes sparkling with excitement
and disbelief. She turned to her parents, who were looking at her with
expressionless faces, but their eyes plainly held a look of horror. "Am I
really a witch?"
"Well, it certainly seems that way," her mother said, snatching the yellow parchment from her daughter's hands. She glanced over the loopy emerald green script and pursed her lips. "September first? You're not going. You are going to Smeltings on the third, so you will not be able to attend this - this Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! And even if school started later, I would not let you go; witchcraft is the study of the Devil and I will not let me daughter participate" Her mother tore the letter into two pieces and threw it down onto the white carpet.
"But Mum!" she cried and her mother glared.
"You are not going. Come, Brian," she said to her husband. "We will be late for work." Her father looked at her with sad eyes and then followed his wife from their daughter's room, shutting the door softly behind him.
Hermione Granger collapsed to her plush white floor in a heap and began to sob. She had the ability to do magic and her mother wouldn't let her. She glanced at the torn letter and grabbed the two pieces, placing them back together on the floor. "My only chance," she uttered, as she watched the letter's corner light with a blue flame that slowly consumed the whole paper and then disappeared without a trace. "Gone."
4 years later . . . . .
"But, Master, she is but a mudblood," McNair said, looking into the orb. His Master turned flaming blood red eyes on him, and its slit nostrils dilated with rage.
"I know that she is a mudblood!" Voldemort hissed. He turned back and looked into the crystal orb. "But she is powerful and with my training, she will succeed where so many have failed." He paused for a moment and then began to speak again.
"Go. Take three others, but go and bring her here. She begins training tonight." McNair bowed and swept from the dark room, velvet black robes swishing around him. Voldemort turned back to the orb and watched the small girl toss and turn in her sleep, mumbling.
"Soon, we will meet," he hissed.
*************
Hermione Granger, fourteen years of age, sat blot upright in her large bed. She was breathing rapidly, her tank top covered in sweat from the nightmare she had just had. A snake like man, hissing to a terrified teen, who looked no older than she, tied to a tombstone. She blinked a few times and looked around, instantly noting something; there was something different with her room.
"Who's there?" she croaked out and four cloaked figures appeared suddenly, clutching in their hands a silvery cloth. She looked around, horrified, as they surrounded her and pulled out long, thin pieces of wood and pointed it at her.
"Come quietly and we shall not harm you," said the tallest one, his gruesome mask hiding his face.
"Who - who are you?" she stuttered and the one on her right removed their mask and hood. His platinum blonde hair was slicked back without a strand out of place and his gray eyes were cold and unfeeling and the smile he gave her was more of a smirk that didn't reach his eyes.
"Do not worry, young one," he said in a slinky voice. "We are wizards and are here to teach you to be educated." Hermione was smarter then that.
"But you threatened me!" she cried quietly.
"We didn't want you to scream and warn your parents. We know that they don't want you to do magic." Hermione took her bottom lip in between her teeth and looked down at her light sheet that covered her during the warm summer. The answer was reasonable, but why would they wear masks?
Disregarding the thought, she nodded and stood, and the man took her by the elbow while the others disappeared with a slight POP. Hermione looked up at the man curiously. "Where did they go?" he asked.
"Where we are going, young one." He nodded. "You may me call me Lucius. Lucius Malfoy."
*************
With a POP, Hermione and Lucius were in a dark room, torched with emerald green flames flickering against the damp, slimy stone walls. Hermione crinkled her nose at the smell and looked around. A door that she hadn't noticed burst open and in waltzed a horrible creature.
Its skin was as white as snow and his eyes were blood red. His nostrils were slits and he had a twisted smile on his face. "And so we meet, Hermione Granger." She took a step back and bumped in Lucius, who shoved her toward the snake - like thing.
"Who - who are you?" she asked, trembling. The thing in front of her laughed chillingly and she shivered harshly.
"Why, young one, I am Voldemort. The greatest wizard in one hundred years. And I am going to teach you." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at her.
"Lesson one," he said while he swished and flicked. "Pain. CRUCIO!"
A/N: How was that? I hope you liked it. Please review! I would greatly appreciate it! Oh, by the way, its me! Bookworm Sweetheart! Sorry, I have to make a new account because some adults and teachers of mine want to read my stories and they definitely can't read this one! I have it all plotted it out and its been bugging me to write it for awhile now. Well, I hope you like and please review and please tell me if you want to help me with on a phoenix's wings because I know the climax, I just need the rising action. Gotta go! Algebra and Social Studies homework! Adidos!, as my friend would say!
'Night!
Hugs and Smooches,
A and W Rootbeer
"Well, it certainly seems that way," her mother said, snatching the yellow parchment from her daughter's hands. She glanced over the loopy emerald green script and pursed her lips. "September first? You're not going. You are going to Smeltings on the third, so you will not be able to attend this - this Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! And even if school started later, I would not let you go; witchcraft is the study of the Devil and I will not let me daughter participate" Her mother tore the letter into two pieces and threw it down onto the white carpet.
"But Mum!" she cried and her mother glared.
"You are not going. Come, Brian," she said to her husband. "We will be late for work." Her father looked at her with sad eyes and then followed his wife from their daughter's room, shutting the door softly behind him.
Hermione Granger collapsed to her plush white floor in a heap and began to sob. She had the ability to do magic and her mother wouldn't let her. She glanced at the torn letter and grabbed the two pieces, placing them back together on the floor. "My only chance," she uttered, as she watched the letter's corner light with a blue flame that slowly consumed the whole paper and then disappeared without a trace. "Gone."
4 years later . . . . .
"But, Master, she is but a mudblood," McNair said, looking into the orb. His Master turned flaming blood red eyes on him, and its slit nostrils dilated with rage.
"I know that she is a mudblood!" Voldemort hissed. He turned back and looked into the crystal orb. "But she is powerful and with my training, she will succeed where so many have failed." He paused for a moment and then began to speak again.
"Go. Take three others, but go and bring her here. She begins training tonight." McNair bowed and swept from the dark room, velvet black robes swishing around him. Voldemort turned back to the orb and watched the small girl toss and turn in her sleep, mumbling.
"Soon, we will meet," he hissed.
*************
Hermione Granger, fourteen years of age, sat blot upright in her large bed. She was breathing rapidly, her tank top covered in sweat from the nightmare she had just had. A snake like man, hissing to a terrified teen, who looked no older than she, tied to a tombstone. She blinked a few times and looked around, instantly noting something; there was something different with her room.
"Who's there?" she croaked out and four cloaked figures appeared suddenly, clutching in their hands a silvery cloth. She looked around, horrified, as they surrounded her and pulled out long, thin pieces of wood and pointed it at her.
"Come quietly and we shall not harm you," said the tallest one, his gruesome mask hiding his face.
"Who - who are you?" she stuttered and the one on her right removed their mask and hood. His platinum blonde hair was slicked back without a strand out of place and his gray eyes were cold and unfeeling and the smile he gave her was more of a smirk that didn't reach his eyes.
"Do not worry, young one," he said in a slinky voice. "We are wizards and are here to teach you to be educated." Hermione was smarter then that.
"But you threatened me!" she cried quietly.
"We didn't want you to scream and warn your parents. We know that they don't want you to do magic." Hermione took her bottom lip in between her teeth and looked down at her light sheet that covered her during the warm summer. The answer was reasonable, but why would they wear masks?
Disregarding the thought, she nodded and stood, and the man took her by the elbow while the others disappeared with a slight POP. Hermione looked up at the man curiously. "Where did they go?" he asked.
"Where we are going, young one." He nodded. "You may me call me Lucius. Lucius Malfoy."
*************
With a POP, Hermione and Lucius were in a dark room, torched with emerald green flames flickering against the damp, slimy stone walls. Hermione crinkled her nose at the smell and looked around. A door that she hadn't noticed burst open and in waltzed a horrible creature.
Its skin was as white as snow and his eyes were blood red. His nostrils were slits and he had a twisted smile on his face. "And so we meet, Hermione Granger." She took a step back and bumped in Lucius, who shoved her toward the snake - like thing.
"Who - who are you?" she asked, trembling. The thing in front of her laughed chillingly and she shivered harshly.
"Why, young one, I am Voldemort. The greatest wizard in one hundred years. And I am going to teach you." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at her.
"Lesson one," he said while he swished and flicked. "Pain. CRUCIO!"
A/N: How was that? I hope you liked it. Please review! I would greatly appreciate it! Oh, by the way, its me! Bookworm Sweetheart! Sorry, I have to make a new account because some adults and teachers of mine want to read my stories and they definitely can't read this one! I have it all plotted it out and its been bugging me to write it for awhile now. Well, I hope you like and please review and please tell me if you want to help me with on a phoenix's wings because I know the climax, I just need the rising action. Gotta go! Algebra and Social Studies homework! Adidos!, as my friend would say!
'Night!
Hugs and Smooches,
A and W Rootbeer