Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Hermione POV:
That’s it I’m done with this! Done with them. They ignores my advice time and time again and still do it anyway! I give and give time and time again, and what do I have to show for it; NOTHING! I was nearly murdered by a werewolf, burnt alive, crushed and almost dying a hundred times because of them!
All though it is my own fault in a way, I shouldn’t have forgiven them at every turn. However they were my friends or so I thought. They only want me when they can use me, when I am helpful and can provide something: spells, knowledge or even being a bloody owl passing things between them when they fight.
Dumbledore makes sure of it all ways there always watching to prevent any change in the wind. He’s always there silently nudging in the ‘right’ direction - his direction. It’s like chess. He makes sure that all the pawns are played right. A constant match between him and Volde-Voldemort constantly. An eye for an eye, a pile of dismembered limbs for another pile of dismembered limbs.
But I won’t play by their rules anymore. I won’t wait till it’s my turn to fall in their endless games of tug and war. I won’t wait and watch as my parents get caught in the cross fire. Gunned down unknown if it foe or frien… no no one is friend anymore. Not in a word where everyone is a pawn in this game.
They are in to deep they don’t see how they are one and the same. I do though, so I’ll run across the world visiting every where with no pattern or direction. They will not suspect that if I move constantly. Never having a permanent place to call home. Exploring the world discovering its wonders.
But my parents can never know. They will never know what happened to me. Where I am or What I have become. They will be safe as they will think I am dead, after all after a while a case goes cold and the missing person is presumed dead. Everyone will think that I’m dead.
I’ll be free from the war but unable to ever return, my self imposed exile.
I will pack my wand and potions set as well as a couple changes of clothes. I will stick to the muggle parts of the world where they are out of their depths and will be less likely to find me if they try.
I will work in small business where I can easily provide the right documents with a little bit of magic. Before changing my name and leaving again.
Tonight I will flee. With all my preparations made. They won’t let me go because they need Harry and Ron alive because they can’t. However you can’t find the ‘dead’ or those who try especially hard to not be found.
The plane will be fast, I can buy multiple seats one going to a different part of the world. That should keep them off my trail for a little while.
But where shall I go? So many places. So many options. So many great places to hide.
Clapping my hands a ball appears in my hands. A ball with the world on it. I throw it into the air and it spins. Faster and Faster. Till the sea merges with the land. Creating a pine marble covered in flakes of gold and white.
It tumbles down into my arms where the world reforms the sea becomes sea and the land becomes land. However one part of it glows like a beacon in the dark.
Volterra, Italy.
I guess that’s where I am going to for the next fortnight or so before moving on to the next place.
Skipping plane ride
The sun shines so bright, it pierces my eyes giving me Circe awful migraines. But the sky is so blue like that son of bitch’s twinkling eyes. Even now he follows me.
I ignore the sense of foreboding inside me as I wander between the towering houses with their faded shutters of blues, greens and purples. Walking past small business sell anything from baked goods to tools as well as the occasional supermarket.
As I wander aimlessly, I manage to reach the Plaza with its fountain which pumped crystal clear water in sparkling arcs. As I walk over I notice goldfish in the basin glistening in every shade of orange, black and white looking as if they were the finest gems. You wouldn’t think that after seeing merpeople, a phoenix and more, a humble goldfish would be the most beautiful thing but it’s normalcy made it even more precious like the ones I kept in a tank when I was a little girl.
Dipping my fingers into the water, the goldfish rush to them. Mouthing them trying to eat them. Smiling I tickle them as they flurry around seemingly excited about everything in their little world.
Turning away from the fountain, see a young woman, early to mid twenties maybe? She walks towards me smiling like a shark watching a fish. Predictor and Prey. Shark and Fish. Smiling wider she says to me “English, Française, Deutch, o Español?”
I don’t know how but my mouth opens and something somewhere forces me to to speak. “English.”
Her smile spreads even wider like a shark bearing its teeth before she speaks again no hint of an accent as she says “I have organised a free tour of the Volturi castle, would you be interested in coming? It would be wonderful if you did!”
Volturi I know that name somehow but where? Which book? Again it happens as I try to force my mouth shut to prevent me from saying anything. “Yes I would love to.” But I wouldn’t love to I don’t want to go. I don’t want to follow her into the clock tower.
I don’t want to climb down flights of creaky iron stairs which feel like it will break at any moment.
I don’t want to walk through the damp tunnels reeking of mildew and rot.
I don’t want to be crammed into a elevator like cattle.
But I can’t help it my body is out of my control. I follow her will and can do nothing about it.
We walk through a reception with its carpet the colour of blood and vases full of crimson roses and white lilies. Those are funeral flowers! We are being led to our deaths!
I try to scream but I can’t. My mind won’t let me. My mouth won’t move.
I’m forced forward. Step by step. My body forces me forwards following her down through the corridors with their stench of death.
We reach a set of heavy oak doors, ones that no human could open.
But she could.
She could slam them open.
She’s not human.
She is a …