Emerald_Slytherin

Secrets and Masks

She wouldn't, in fact. Wouldn't bend to lower herself. She was strong, immovable in her beliefs.

She so rarely got to feel anymore. She'd witnessed so much death, seen so many bodies burnt beyond recognition. 

"Nothing brightens up your Tuesday evening quite like seeing a man fall to his knees in agony."

A pureblood, - one of Voldemort's most loyal followers - with a mudblood's spit across his face.

It hurt like hell; she tasted blood in her mouth, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face.

A brave, hot-headed Gryffindor to the very end. She wondered if McGonagall would have been proud?

"You are now bound together. Tied forever by blood,”

Hermione couldn't help herself. Before she realised she was doing it, she raised her hand, and slapped him across the face. As hard as she fucking could.

She realised, with a stabbing pain in her chest, that's all she was now; a soldier.

She wasn't someone's lover. Wasn't even someone daughter anymore.

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