Queen of Slytherin

Excerpt of my new book! Please read!

(A. N. This is the prologue and chapter one of my new story! How is it? Lemme know people!)

(A. N. Sorry for the short prologue, the other chapters will be longer, hopefully.)

∆ו×Loreleiו×∆

Two many lives were lost. All because Dumbledore did too much damage while he played the role of a saviour. Even the great Harry Potter was murdered in the comfort of his home that was supposed to be protected by the blood wards surrounding Grimmauld place. Then again, Dumbledore has to have been messing with them when The Order had been using the place as a meeting area. Ah, The Order, The Weasleys, the Tonks, Shacklebolt, all of them are dead.

Even Charlie Weasley had died even though he wasn't even in magical Britain. Dumbledore's followers had breached the barriers of the dragon reserve in Romania to take the dragons and train them to fight on their orders. Charlie died protecting what he loved and believed in and I could find fault with that.

Theodore Nott, my closest associate and friend died in a potions accident. But here's the funny thing. Theodore Nott would never, in his entire life, mess up a potion. He was meticulous, bordering on OCD with the ingredients and the instructions manual. I suspect that someone had slipped a little something that made it go kaboom.

Thank Salazar for the twins being alive somewhere in hiding.

They are all supposed to be dead...

So how are they here in my living room?

∆ו×Hermioneו×∆

"I've almost got it, Luna!" I exclaimed happily. Luna stood beside me and wrote the ritual circle as I read through the ritual's instructions for the hundredth time today. I needed to be sure. I needed to know that I would get my best friends back. To get Draco back. The memory of the day he sacrificed himself for me to get away made my heart clench in heartache and anger. He changed after the war. He became softer and slowly wormed his way into my heart before jumping in front of the killing curse instead of me.

Dumbledore had returned. Tom wasn't the only one who had made a hocrux and he was here in a younger body. He killed all of the original Order members one by one.

Hatred rolled off of me in waves. Luna must have noticed because she rubbed my back slightly in comfort. "Everything is set. It will work out just fine so don't let the nargels get to you." She said in an airy sort of voice. This was her way of comforting me and it sort of worked. She always had this faraway look in her eyes.

Magic thrummed through my hands where I stood.

"Dominus mortis, raptos nobis immaturum et inique ab illo qui morte fraudat, reduc." I changed as the circle below me started glowing.

I was too focused to realise this but there were more than three figures materializing around me. I heard Luna trying to tell me something but I didn't stop.

When the glowing from both my hands and the ritual circle, I slowly opened my eyes and even though I knew something was off with the ritual, I could only focus on the icy pools of Draco Malfoy.

"'Mione?" He asked in shock. Tears pooled in my eyes as I crashed into him and knocked him over, smothering him with kisses and apologies.

"Hermione? Why on earth are you snogging Malfoy?" Ron asked in shock and slight disgust. Harry simply looked amused at both the situation and Ron's comment.

"Honestly, Ronald, shut up." I muttered feeling slightly drained of everything both emotionally and magically.

"Well, isn't this sweet," A cool voice sounded from behind us and I turned around to see in horror, both Tom Riddle and Grindelwald. "You seem to have botched up the ritual to bring back your friends and lover."  He continued on as if he wasn't the most feared Dark Lord in history. Although, who knows how many things Dumbledore lied about...