Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognize or i'd be rich now and won't be worrying about my grades! :p
Spoiler: HP books up to OotP just to be sure
A/N: For anyone who hasn't read 'It wasn't enough to keep you' I'd suggest you read it first! And thank you to all those who supported me! This is the sequel that i've promised.
Change my fate
"Hermione!" a voice yelled, turning her attention away from the girl she was talking to and earning himself glares from the people in the room.
"Ronald Weasley! This is a hospital wing! You should know better than that!" she chided at the other end of the room. She apologized to the little girl she was talking to, before walking over to her best friend and leading him away from the room.
It has been three years since Graduation and they had all taken their sides in this War. Some by choice...and some by Fate. Cruel Fate who takes amusement in others' suffering. Her friends and she stood strong in the Frontline, fighting for what they believed in and protecting those who placed their faith in them. Falling, and standing back up again.
The knowledge she had acquired wasn't so important anymore. It was basic survival every day. A struggle for the next breath. Her dreams were lost. Like they never existed. Maybe they never did. She wasn't so sure anymore.
"Now, what was all the racket about?" asked Hermione when they were beyond the room.
"There was another attack today! It was at Diagon Ally! He made an appearance!"
Hermione's heart leapt. It leapt even after two years. Two painfully slow years. She knew it was not her lost love that Ron was talking about, but even the mention of his master made her heart cried.
"Was anyone hurt? Is Harry okay?" She asked urgently, praying vehemently that no one was... and more importantly Harry wasn't.
Harry was their only hope in this war. They can't lose him. She can't lose him. He was her last hope. Her very last since three years ago, when every dream was shattered and blown away by the wind. He was her last hope for a better life.
"Yes and No." replied Ron solemnly. "Terry is in St. Mungo. He was put in Crutatius. Not sure if he'll make it."
"But...What about Harry?" she asked, feeling slightly remorseful for not worrying about Terry.
"He's fine. Just upset. He's back with Gin." Ron patted her back, trying to comfort her.
"Damn! I need to be out there, not here!" She complained. She was 'here' for ages. At least in her opinion she was.
She watched Ron's expression changed. From understanding to stern. The conversation that was coming had been gone through many times.
"Hermione..." he began, exasperated.
"Ron, I've been here for three weeks! I can get back on to the field now!" she half-yelled, desperately.
"Hermione! You've been hit by a Cruciatus and you broke your leg. You should be resting!" her friend said, experately.
"But...!"
"No, buts, Ms. Granger!" a voice interrupted. "You are not going any where near the fields in some time! So, I suggest you go back to your bed and Mr. Weasley, visiting times are over!"
Both of them sighed, for different reasons. Hermione sighed dejectedly as she was ushered back into the hospital wing by Madame Promfry. Ron sighed with relief as he was able to avoid an endless argument and waved goodbye to her.
Hermione waved at her friend and made her way back to her bed. Her request, or rather demand was once again, denied. This was the first time she was back at Hogwarts. Professor Snape had graciously suggested that she complete her apprenticeship at 12 Grimmauld Place. She had eagerly accepted that idea and finished her apprenticeship a year ago.
She had then entered the field. The immediate battle. The fight that had claimed so many lives. She was fighting, hurting...surviving. Trying to defend her belief. Until she was injured. Ambushed by a group of Death Eater when Luna Lovegood and she was returning from Diagon Alley. The Aurors arrived sometime later. But Luna never made it back that day.
She was sent to Hogwarts, due to the already overwhelming number at St. Mungo.
She had to get away. Away from the Hospital Wing. Away from Hogwarts. They never knew, so they never understood the memories that were killing her. Very slowly. Very Painfully. They had begun here. Exactly on the bed where the girl she was talking to was at. And like three years ago, the girl's lover from that House had visited her. Looking at her reminded Hermione so much of Him. Her lost love. The man who chose power before her.
She sat back in her bed and moan softly. A very pitiful moan. As if mourning for her ill-fated love.
She fell asleep, in her own hell.
xxXxx
Time past slowly. Autumn past into Winter. She was still there. Stuck.
It was weeks since Ron's visit. They were busy. She understood. That's why she needed to go. They needed her. The Order needed her. Those who put their faith in her needed her. She couldn't stay. Wouldn't stay a second longer.
She had planned an escape from her personal 'hell hole' since the moment she arrived. She knew that they would make her stay. She knew she would that very second they sent her to Hogwarts. Harry and Ron wanted her out of the battle for as long as they could make her. She knew that they did it out of love for her. But it wasn't fair. Not fair that she had to suffer for her ill-fated love. Not fair that she had to worry about them when she should be next to them.
She was out of Hogwarts' ground already. It was dusk already. The crimson sun was setting quickly into the horizon. It was a beautiful sunset in such trouble times, as beautiful as the rising of its counterpart.
She was aware that Albus Dumbledore knew of her departure. Not from her. He just knew. She was thankful that he did not stop her. Hopefully, her former Headmaster would not inform Harry or Ron before she was at Diagon Alley. Hopefully.
xxXxx
The night was cold. Freezing. It wasn't snowing. It was raining. Not a soft drizzle. But a biting rain of half formed hail. It was a rain that reflected the sorrow of her world.
She was limping slightly. The pain in her leg was intense. Maybe she shouldn't have left the Hospital wing without some Pain killing potion that she took nightly. Damn. She can't be weak now!
It was dark in Diagon Alley. Darker than she remembered in her last visit. Filled with the scent melancholy and fear. A fear that radiated. It was dark, but not deserted. Eyes were watching, spying and calculating.
Everything happened at once.
She saw Harry running towards her...with his wand stretched in front of her. He was yelling something and a jet of light sprung from his wand.
A gloved hand grab onto her wrist.
A/N: Sorry about the cliffy! Well...this is the first chapter of the Sequel/'Change my fate'! What do you think? Please review...oh yeah...Please suggest the ending you want, e.g. a happy ending or a sad ending?!....Now...you know where the Review Button is...so PRESS it! I know i'm greedy...but I'll need least 5 reviews to continue dis time