Hermione shrieks and jumps backwards a couple meters, putting distance between her and the crazed, convicted mass murderer and torturer, holding the dagger up in defense. "Crooks get over here" Hermione hisses at the savannah.
"Why? She's harmless," Crooks says standing, looking at hermione with a slight tilt of the head.
"Harmless!?" Hermione hisses louder "That right there is Undesirable #2 Bellatrix Lestrange, she's the witch that tortured me!"
"She is? Shocking as she feels fine to me, she doesn't feel bad like that Rat or that red headed boy your age." Crooks says sitting back down.
Lestrange starts to move, sitting up quickly, glancing around her surroundings before her calculating eyes land on Hermione, gaze hardening.
"You." Lestrange snarls. "What have you done? Where the Hell in Morgana's Tits are we"
"I didn't do anything wrong, it was you that followed me" Hermione snaps back "You shouldn't have done that, there is no way for you to go back"
"You dare talk to me like that, you FILTHY MUDBLOOD" Lestrange screeches moving to stand a cruel grin spreading across her features, "it seems I need to teach you a lesson in how to treat your betters" Lestrange taunts before quickly almost in a blur pulling her wand out from her corset.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Hermione says in a taunting yet warning tone. "Why am I warning her" Hermione curiously thinks to herself
"Cruci-AHHHHH" Lestrange screams dropping her wand gripping her body "What the ever living FUCK was that" Lestrange yells at nobody in particular still holding herself.
"I did try to warn you, we can't use our wands here, the magic is different, and I have yet to figure it out." Hermione said, still contracting herself wondering why in her mind.
Lestrange, still groaning at the tingly feeling of magic pulsing through her, bends down and moves to pick up her wand.
"Still not a good idea Lestrange" Hermione sighs, warning the dark witch once again.
"Don't call me that DISGRACEFUL NAM-AH MERLIN'S SAGGY BALL SACK" Lestrange yells as she scoops up her wand, only for her to drop it again.
"Shall I carry her wand too?" Crooks asks with an amused lilt in his voice, moving to rub against Lestrange's leg, then moves to grab it without hearing an answer. Lestrange jumps at the unfamiliar voice in her head yet next to her at the same time.
"What in the ever-loving..." Lestrange says as she looks down "My my well aren't you a beautiful creature" Crouching to Gently scratch under Crooks' chin, him purring happily in response still holding the wands in his mouth.
Hermione watches them both with curious apprehension, watching as Lestrange's face breaks into what Hermione assumes is a genuine smile.
"See I told you she wasn't bad," Crooks tells Hermione, breaking the moment. Lestrange stops scratching for a fracture of a second before the smile disappears and she turns her head to look at Hermione, taking in her form and how caution and curiosity move her into a bad defensive pose. Spotting three blatant openings. Finally her eyes follow Hermione's outstretched arm and her eyes settle on her dagger.
"That's my dagger filth, and I Don't appreciate anybody touching my things, much less your filthy hands." Bellatrix growls out in a way that would appear to anybody else, full of malice. But to Bella It's a growl filled with boredom and annoyance. "Give it back" she sneers, standing up taking a couple steps closer to Hermione.
Hermione matches her steps with steps backwards. "Why would I give you something that you could easily turn around and kill me with."
"It's mine or is that too much for your mudblood brain to comprehend, and I could easily kill you with just my hands."
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Hermione Granger And A New Beginning
RomanceHermione tired of her life in the war and how its affecting, decides to leave after finding a book theorizing world creation, Hermione distances herself from everyone and goes about learning about it. Spending time studying the theory and making it...
