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CHAPTER 1: Burning Down (Chapter is rated: PG-13)
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It was many years after Harry Potter's class graduated from Hogwarts. That was, in fact, the way that many people had begun to remember it. The class of Harry Potter. They didn't pay attention to the year, or any other of the students that also graduated in that year, but just Harry Potter, by himself. And it was that that aggravated all the students more then anything. They, as a whole, had become Harry Potter, when the real Harry Potter had died!
So, the name of that year had become more of irony. That was the year he was supposed to graduate, but didn't.
It happened very suddenly. The last day of their 6th year, Harry Potter was simply on the train back from Hogwarts, to go and have one more dreadful summer at his Aunt and Uncle's home, with his cousin Dursley, in London. And, as simple as this, the train crashed. Oddly enough, Harry Potter was the only one harmed.
Though they rushed him to St. Mungo's on the fastest of brooms, it was not enough. He died the next morning. And, to all those who watched, his 2 best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, the school Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and the healers, was an amazing sight. The infamous scar on his forehead, the one that You-Know-Who inflicted on him when he was just a baby, faded. It was almost a miracle. The people around him then got to see him for who he was supposed to be. A normal boy. No scar, nothing that showed who he was. That was the way he wanted to be. Normal.
His simple death caused a lot of rumors to fly. Rumors stating that maybe the Dark Lord had really hexed the train, causing only Harry to die, and such. Things to make his death seem more exciting, more like it should have been.
Exaggerations.
He was then buried in the wizard custom, burned. 'Incendio.' Is the spell, and it was said during that burial, like all others, that had only 3 viewers.
Needless to say, when Harry Potter died, it changed the course of history, and the next year at Hogwarts. This is the story of two people who would have never been thought as lovers. Things aren't always as they seem.
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Just 3 weeks after Harry died, Hermione Granger was in her muggle home, wearing her muggle clothes, looking at pictures of her, Ron and Harry together. Tears weren't falling, but she was secretly crying on the inside. Her parents were out for the day, at a Golf Convention. Lately, her parents, or just mainly her dad, had become very interested in Golf. Hermione was convinced it was just a way to get out of the house, so they wouldn't have to hear her cry all the time.
Harry waved at her in the picture. As the went to touch his picture-face, a hard knocking on the door caused her to jump back and drop the picture.
'Who the hell could that be?' She thought, going to answer the door.
The person standing at her doorstep surprised her. It was none other then Draco Malfoy, her worst and most-hated enemy. And an enemy of Ron's and Harry's. She just looked at him, eyed wide.
"What are you gaping at, Granger? Close your mouth; I can see breakfast, lunch and dinner from here." He said, glaring at her.
She closed her mouth and narrowed her eyes at him. "You found my address, left your precious mansion, and woke me up, just to say that? Look, I can get plenty of that at school. Now if you don't mind, I have better things to do that stand here and be ridiculed by you." She slammed the door in his face.
She leaned against the door, when he knocked on the door, again. "What do you want?" She screamed through the wood.
"Open the fucking door, Granger!" He shouted back. She opened it.
"What, Malfoy? Why are you here? Whats going o-" She was interrupted when Malfoy pushed her aside and almost leaped into her house, and shut the door firmly behind him. He locked it.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hermione said, almost not believing that she was seeing. The middle of summer, and Malfoy, of all people, was here, inside her house.
He looked at her for a second; probably deciding if she was good enough to tell what was going on or not. "Look, Granger, I came here because I had to. My dad… well… he went crazy- simply put. Raging throughout the house like a lunatic. He killed my mother… and nearly got me."
Hermione gasped. She knew his father was bad, but killing his own family? Being in service of the Dark Lord for such a long time could do things to you.
"Malfoy-" she started. He just shushed her. "I'm not done." He said. "We have to go somewhere safe."
"We?" she asked indignantly.
"Yes, we. As in, you and me." he sarcastically replied.
"But, why?"
"I told you! My father!" he said, obviously growing increasingly impatient.
"But… why does this affect me, again?" she asked, very confused. She felt bad for him, sure. And she'd try to help him, maybe, if she could, but why did they have to be safe, together?
"He's after you, too, Granger."
She gasped.
"Apparently, anyone that was on that train when Potter died, well, they were supposed to die too. Including you and me. And Weasley, if you must include him." he looked around, anxiously. Then suddenly he stopped in his tracks.
"We have to go- now."
"But, why-"
"NOW, GRANGER!"
She heard something creak upstairs, and then a horrible screeching sound coming from in the kitchen. She screamed as something in a long, black, hooded cloak came towards them.
Draco opened the door, quickly, grabbed Hermione's arm, and they got onto his broom, together, and flew away. Hermione's home burst into flames, and she started to cry, wrapping her arms around Draco's waist tighter. What would her parents think? Even from their now increasingly high spot in the sky, Hermione could see neighbors from all sides going over towards her house to see what happened.
She sighed. What was going on? Why- and how- did Malfoy find her house again? And why did he go to her in the first place? She always thought he would've rather let her die then help her.
"Where are we going?" she asked him.
"The Burrow."
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