Into The Darkness

Chapter 1

     Cold, that's all she felt, cold to the world around her. What was supposed to be the best part of her years had become now a reminder of the worst thing in her life. Her parents are dead, she doesn't know why only she can assume that it was because of her involvement with the magic world hidden beneath every muggle nose. There were no marks to accuse the death eaters, no skulls, no stench of dark magic, just her parents laying on the ground in front of her. The feeling of loss had withered away after hours of uncontrollable sobbing, her once happy little home was nothing but dark, cold, colorless. No more memories of the Christmas', birthdays, first day of school, first anything, just blank. Hermione let go of her mother's limp hand after staring at one brick for an absurd amount of time. Time, time, time, nothing but a concept which she now understood all too well. Standing up, Hermione made her way up stairs and into her room. Filled with memories she wished to never remember. On her bed lay her letter for her sixth year of Hogwarts, her almost completely packed trunk, and her wand. Grabbing a few more articled of clothing and essentials she placed them in her trunk unkept unlike the rest of her belongings. She grabbed her sweater off her door hook, threw it on and grabbed her boots that she always wore, tattered and well loved, placed them on her feet, grabbed her wand, trunk and letter and left. Leaving a burning house behind her that no one would notice for about an hour due to the glamour she placed.

     With no clue where she was going, she decided to head to London, the leaky cauldron more specifically. There she would send a letter to Harry and let him know of the events that occurred and where she was or more importantly that she was safe. Knowing Harry, she assumed he would give the letter to Ginny who would then track her to the leaky cauldron but not tell Harry until she had talked to Hermione. Did she want that? No but, it would happen weather she liked it or not.

Harry,

My parents are dead. I'm safe in London.

- Mione

      She sent the letter off with a borrowed owl, nothing special just a basic barn owl. She knew it would only take a few hours for Ginny to find her once her and Harry received the letter. Now Hermione isn't the drinking type but after the day she has had she became the type. Hermione walked down stairs and sat at the bar.

"Two shots of whatever please and thank you"

      She set two gallions down on the bar top and gave the smallest smile to the bar tender. Two shot glasses were placed in front of her with a whiskey looking liquid in them. Shooting back both one right after the other Hermione gave a grimace and started to cough, the burn of the fire whiskey running down her throat. She signaled the bar tender for another round and set more coins down. When the bartender sat the glasses down a hand reached out and took one of the glasses. Following the hand Hermione's eyes landed on the face of Draco Malfoy the last person she expected to see in such a "low" part of the area. Draco looked back at her with equal shock.

"Malfoy"

"Granger" they both said simultaneously.

"What are you doing here Malfoy? Last place I expected to see you, a pureblood not to mention." Hermione while genuinely curious also couldn't help but not care either.

"Here for a drink obviously" The blonde man looked honestly surprised like he couldn't believe she was talking to him.

"Why are YOU here Granger? Scar boy and weaslebee decide to dump you finally? And you're drinking, can't imagine what could've caused that." Hermione was annoyed by the Harry and Ron comment but shocked that he cared she was drinking. Didn't think someone like him would or could care less about her drinking.

"It's none of your business, and no Harry and Ron have NOT left me, they're smart enough to know that they probably would be dead without me and besides they like me as a friend for more than my brains and... well you know what I don't even know why I'm explaining myself to you, you probably don't even... "

"I don't care granger, please do me a favor and shut up" Hermione annoyed took her last shot and glared at Malfoy.

"Malfoy you stole one of my drinks now either give me my money or buy me another drink."

Malfoy called the tender over and order Hermione a drink, she didn't catch what it was.

The bartender set a glass of clear liquid in front of her. Malfoy raised his shot as a quick-cheers, drank it and left in a bit of a hurry. Hermione took a sip of her new drink, water, Malfoy gave her water.

"Buzzkill" she mumbled.

         Heading back to her room after finishing her water and staring at the wall for thirty minutes, Hermione was exhausted but was afraid to sleep she knew she would have nightmares she's always had them ever since first year. You know the troll and dungeons. Of course she had gotten over them but it seemed just as those nightmares would go away something would happen to cause new ones. Hermione laid on her bed and just stared at the ceiling and stared so long she didn't even remember falling asleep. 

Thank you for reading I am hoping to add another chapter soon, please comment, like all that good stuff.

Disclaimer- all characters are created by J.K. Rowling but the story line is all mine. This is going to be a mature story so be warned for chapters ahead. 

K:)