@loyalmalfoy
The waves of heat flowed into the lands with the strong arrival of the summer; sweat trickles down the fair cheek and brow of the brightest witch. Her fierce amber hues stare out at the landscape with a frown creased into her lips. Dumbledore was deceased, and Voldemort had declared his war against the wizarding world. Hermione’s arms twined around her form as she clicked her tongue. Hermione had yet to get into contact with either Ron or Harry; she had protected her parents using magic forcing them to forget her existence. Doing such a thing proved quite painful; Hermione in her heart was preparing for the war. The war against Voldemort. The notion sickened her as her mind reflected back to the days where she had become stuck in his era, when she had dared to travel back in time at the end of her fifth year and ended up stuck there for most of her sixth.
She had become friends with him, him and another. Abraxas Malfoy, Lucius’s father and Draco’s grandfather. She had woven her threads with theirs, become someone to their lives. And they had both become someone to her. Tom, now Voldemort left an ache in her chest. How would she be able to face them? How would he react when they encountered one another in the present? The thought was daunting leaving her with pained pride, how would Harry or Ron react when they discovered that was where she had been for so many months? Missing most of the school year because she had been stuck in the past; luckily for her Professor Mcgonagall passed her none the less upon finding the letter Hermione had written to her. The woman had full knowledge of what had occurred and what Hermione had been up to. The letter had also stated if she got stuck in the past it was because something happened to her turner.
The Professor had been doing everything she could from that moment on to try and bring Hermione back to her proper time. But, her time in the past in Tom’s past. Surely had some affect on the present; Hermione was determined to find out what before it was too late. She wanted to ensure it had not severely alter the timeline, the history and most importantly the present and her future. Yet, the wild locked witch could not help but sense that something was clearly amiss the more she stared out at the lands. Perhaps she should reach out to Harry and Ron? ‘No, I do not know how they will react. They were already pretty upset when they had learned I had been gone for so long. Not to mention they were irate when I refused to tell them where I had gone.’ she thinks to herself continuing her silent debate.
The sound of tricks snapping behind her caused her guard to immediately rise; her gaze flicks over her shoulder to look into the forest and the brush. Was it an animal? Or perhaps something worse.
Drawing forth her wand the witch whispered a concealment spell before silently venturing into the bushes to see if she could find what was making the noises. She was armed and ready, pushing back branches her eyes fell upon a scene and a gasp escaped her lips as she looked upon a man. He was hunched over but resting against a tree; he appeared injured as well as disoriented. Her heart compelled her to approach him, she was too good natured to leave someone alone in the forest. Someone who may be hurt. Slowly she comes to the other’s side before bending to one knee; unveiling her concealment she reaches out touching the other’s shoulder.
It was at the moment that her heart stopped and her almond hues grew wide in shock and bewilderment. “Abraxas!?!” his name escaped her lips as she looked upon the other; how. How was he here?! Had he discovered a time turner and come to her time? Or was there something more sinister at play here. Whatever was the cause, she knew she could not just leave him here. Gently she shakes him trying to stir his senses. “Abraxas. Are you alright? Can you stand?” She says asking him questions; her heart began to pound as she began to figure out what she should do. She would have to keep him with her....
Unless.
Unless he was fighting alongside Tom once more? What if the sight of her caused alarm. Or worse, he tried to take her to Voldemort. So many thoughts began to swirl around in Hermione’s head; she shuts her eyes and began to force them all away. She knew what she had to do. She had to tend to the man; possible enemy or not. He had become her friend in the past; he had been her confidant and companion. She could not, and would not turn her back on him in a time of need. No matter what side he was on. She only hoped her heart would not be her downfall. Her eyes flutter open once more as she looked upon him, hoping and praying within that her judgement was not misplaced.
“Abraxas...”