Hermione x regulus fic
Hermione finds herself stuck in 1978 after searching for the horcruxes with Harry and manages to become more than acquaintances with regulus black.
Rons abandonment on Hermione and Harry left an unsettling tension between the two bestfriends.
The ginger to their trio had left them in the forest for about a week and the pair weren't coping well. Harry spent his days moping about and blaming himself for the past events whilst hermione did what she knew best.
Research.
She had flipped through every book relevant to the horcruxes until her brain was so crammed with knowledge that not even occlusion could hide the chapters seeping through her head.
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It was her turn to patrol and secure the wards that surrounded their tent. The bitterness of the winter chill nipped at her fingertips and marked her nose red.
She strolled along the border of where the spell ended, humming a tune that she had heard on the radio earlier that day until a rustling sound echoed through her eardrums and her senses kicked in. The adrenaline fueled her.
A small part of the young women wished that it was something dangerous, anything to bring her back to the reality that she was a witch with the responsibilitys of the whole wizarding world on her shoulders, for she had waited so long. Waited for something bad to happen and to feel anything other than fear. Even guilt would be a good substitute.
Her nimble fingers wrapped around the wand, consuming the magical hum that threaded and pulsated through her body and pointed it at the scenary that consumed her petite figure.
A small creature ran freely out the Bush that it was once sheltered in. A sudden calmness over came her as she stared at the animal that currently roamed free. A pang of jealousy escaped her heart.
Hermione granger analysed her emotions to find that she was envious of a small creature. A creature that had freedom, something that she hadn't felt in so long.
A calm before the storm.
Overwhelmed by seeing what she so craved but was unable to have, tears pricked from the back of her eyes. Forcing their way to escape and spill down her rosy pale cheeks.
She released a low sob that tore through her chest and muffled it with the sleeve of her muggle jumper. The material had turned damp in a matter of minutes as she sprawled her self out against the autumn leafs that covered the forest floor.
Hermione could taste the salty liquid stain her skin, it was uncontrollable at this rate. Everything she felt, the grief, the agitation, the anger and the motivation crippled out of the poor girl through the form of tears.
She sat in a childlike manner rubbing her thumb against the locket, the horcrux that had driven Ronald away.
Tears splashed against the surface of the Amber jewel, glistening from the reflection of the pale moonlight and salty solution.
She layed against the crisp leafs until she could no longer feel anything other than the numbness of her toes with a mixture of frostbite.
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A warmness welcomed her as she peared into a compartment of the magical tent to see Harry's quiet and calm face, usually tormented by restless sleep was now peaceful.
Caught in a trance she stared, lingering for much longer than she should've.
How she longed for dreamless sleeps.
The raw emotions of jealousy crept back into her, however hermione was a smart girl, locating the cause of these awful thoughts she had been experiencing. She tore the possesive necklace off her olive toned neck and placing it on the wooden table.
She let out a frustrated growl. The hairs on the back of her neck pricked up and her pulse had grew much stronger, strong enough that she could feel it thrumbing through her body. Circulating through the veins and vessels in her until it lost a sudden connection as the communication between her skin and the dark magic infused jewellery had lost contact.
As she hunched over the solid oak table, her mind trailed off to the saviour of the locket.
R. A. B.
She had read the letter an unhealthy amount trying to pinpoint any useful information about how to destroy the bloody thing but it was helpless. Harry had told her about regulus black's untimely death but questions still managed to sprout from the cracks in her brain. Her restlessness and insomnia caused her to unfold the old crinkled letter and recite the words once more.
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Hermione continued to rub her thumb against the gem's surface, her other hand searched for a book that she thought she had placed in her purple beaded handbag, which she had charmed with an undetectable extension charm, instead stumbling across a precious heirloom.
The time turner from third year given by Dumbledor had found itself into the hand of hermione granger 5 years later in life, except she was a different person now, similar feature wise but completely unnoticeable and broken on the inside.
She often thought about how different her life could've been if she had been a muggle, or hadn't befriended Harry, maybe if she had attended a different wizarding school she could've avoided all of this but there she was, lonely and fighting an inhuman immortal soul.
A hearty yet empty sigh escaped her lips followed by a cracking sound and black scenery devoured the poor girl.
