Hermione stood at the edge of the balcony, her fingertips lightly grazing the railing. Just a few hours ago, a war had been waged at this very spot. It was amazing to her how not so long ago, Hogwarts had been a battlefield, where spells and curses could be found flying in every direction.
She glanced at the now still grounds that enveloped her in a peaceful silence. Soon she would have a new beginning. They all would. Soon she would find the happy, carefree, faces of friends, colleagues, even enemies, although she was not so sure they could be considered enemies any longer. Even the most malicious, Draco Malfoy no longer seemed to evil to her. She knew that he'd been just as affected by the war as everyone else, even if he had started out on the wrong side. He never seemed a ruthless killer to her, despite how cruelly he taunted her in the past. Maybe the war had changed him for better. Maybe, just maybe, he was now different...
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Draco fumbled around in his school trunk, searching desperately. They had to be in there. He didn't know what he would do if he had lost them. Now that the war was over, he wanted every bit of the past behind him, every bit that is, except this. These letters were the only thing good he had in his life; his only outlet. Every time Draco did or said something insulting to Hermione, he wrote an apology letter. Every time he was feeling sad or lonely, he wrote to her. He never sent any of these letters of course, afraid of what her reaction might be.
He considered sending some of them now, as they had all been dated at the time of their composure, but it felt cowardly. He couldn't just declare his love for her out of the blue. She had no idea that he watched her all those years. She had no clue of the fact that he noticed how she twirled her hair when she read, and how she always looked for the best in everyone. She didn't know, and probably never would that in Slughorn's first lesson it was her perfume he smelt in he amortentia, and she most certainly had no idea about all those letters he had written to her.
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The Golden Trio sat at the Burrow's kitchen table in silence. After all that had happened in the last few days, they still needed time to just sit and think. The war had taken so many lives, and everyone was still in shock. The light side may have won, but not without paying the price. After a long and lingering silence, Hermione was the first to speak.
"I know it's difficult, but we have to put an end to this! We can't live the rest of our lives moping around, being upset because of those we lost. We can't dwell on the past, or we'll miss the present! Fred, Remus, Tonks, none of them would have wanted that. We have to find the courage to move on". There was a desperation in her voice that both Ron and Harry knew meant she was bloody serious. They knew Hermione was right, as she always was, but it seemed impossible. Caving in to the glare they were receiving from Hermione, the two men (could you really cal them that?) stood up from the table and turned up the stairs to get dressed. "That's better", Hermione retorted, making both of them chuckle.
"What would we do without you 'Mione?" Ron joked
"Absolutely nothing "
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Draco sat in solitude, eating his breakfast. Midway through his second slice of toast, he was interrupted by a tapping at the kitchen window. It was Divena, the family owl with today's post and paper.
Thumbing through the miscellaneous letters, something caught his eye. Taking a second look, it was the daily prophet's that he'd noticed. Unfolding the paper, a shiver ran down his spine. He scrambled to his mother's room to warn her, dropping the paper in the process.
Fluttering gracefully towards the floor of the Malfoy Manor kitchen was a newspaper with the headline reading, "Alleged Death Eater Escaped from Azkaban", and next to it, a photo of none other than...
...Lucius Malfoy
(bum bum bum)
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A hooded figure cast a shadow over the front porch of the house. It was somewhere near midnight, and all of the street lamps had gone out, with the exception of the one or two that were always found flickering. Quickly using a silencing charm to muffle the "crack", he apparated into the second bedroom to the left.
A swift glance ensured he was in the correct bedroom, and, waving his wand, he bound ropes slithering their way around his victims wrists and ankles. Pleased that his plan was going so smoothly, he let a small chuckle escape his lips. No sooner than he had breathed that laugh had the body began to stir. Aware of the movement, the cloaked man stuffed a wad of towel in the other's mouth. Moving swiftly, he levitated his prey, and disapparated with a soft "crack".
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I apologize for this chapter being kind of all over the place, the first few will probably be like this. Buuuuut... once I get to a certain point in the plot, I promise they will be more stable P.O.V.'s
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Dramione: Letters Lost in Time
Fanfiction"With that, Harry heard the phone drop, and all that was left was the hum of the tone. He didn't know what Hermione had told Draco, but he knew that what he had said was no lie. Harry had to find a way to save his friend, and quickly, because he k...
