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With the late summer breeze caressing the fair cheeks of the wild locked witch; chocolate diamonds stare out at the scenery that was Hogwarts’ land. She had been in this era for much longer than expected, she was trapped here. With her time turner broken; she was forced to remain in this timeline until she could produce a new one or repair her old one. She had entered the school under the alias of Hermione Camillo, sorted into Ravenclaw Hermione was at a loss on what to do now that she was stuck fifty plus years in the past. But it did not end there for the witch, she had befriended the unlikeliest of people. Tom Riddle, and Abraxas Malfoy. It was strange to her, seeing the dark lord in his youth and being on really good terms with him...

For the moment....

Hermione stood on the stone bridge way with her eyes fixated on the scenery. How did she managed to get into such a mess, especially with the dark lord. An exasperated sigh escaped through her nostrils as she gripped the ledge of the bridge; the sound of the bells indicating it was time to gather in the great hall ringed loudly in the back. Hermione removed herself solemnly from the temporary solace; she used a quick spell allowing her to apparate outside the great hall. Glancing around her gaze took in the students filing in; Hermione moved swiftly heading towards the Slytherin table to join her two friends there.

She was grateful that it wasn’t ever frowned upon for students from other houses to sit at the feasting tables of other houses. After all, it was encouraged to improve relations between houses. Hermione found Abraxas sitting across from no other than Tom; she took the open seat beside him and whispered her soft hellos to the pair. Her eyes flickered towards where headmaster Dippett stood with a great smile on his face. The school year had literally just begun a few weeks ago; Armando Dippett clapped his hands trying to gather everyone’s attention.

“I have announcement. At the end of this week, we as an school will departing Hogwarts for an adventure like no other. We shall be heading to another wizarding school for a very special event; however I will not be revealing what this event is until we arrive to our destination” He exhales with a bright smile, the words made Hermione’s face pale as she quickly realized exactly what was occurring. It couldn’t be. She had to be mistaken right? It was banned. A small huff escaped her lips as she murmured to herself. “Ridiculous. There’s no way...” Could they really be heading to another school for the Triwizard tournament?

Hermione knew the tournament to be banned till 1994, so why were they reviving it? Unless she was mistaken and that wasn’t the event they’d be leaving for. Hermione’s eyes twist to the pair and she speaks to them. “I have an idea on what the event may be.” She says with a serious gaze her voice hushed so it was low enough for only their ears. It was strange being apart of their group. Being around him. Being close with him. Especially since she knew the man he would become; but then again their relationship was built mostly on a lie. He knew her to be Hermione Camillo, a half blood. But she was certain he had figured the truth out long ago and chose not to say anything about it.

Her friendship with Abraxas however, that was a genuine surprise. Especially with how his son Lucius and his grandson Draco acted towards the muggle race. Abraxas was someone she felt she could trust. Someone she could confide in. Even if she hadn’t confided in him in regards to her being from the future. She was determined to keep it to herself; she could not risk the timeline or order of things. But, the thoughts had crossed her mind. What would her future be like if she managed to prevent Tom from becoming that infamous man.

Her eyes met with Tom’s dark gems briefly; those gems that could capture her in so many ways. Tucking back wild locks she looks to the pair. “Have either of you heard of the Triwizard tournament?” She whispers softly wondering if they had heard of it, but if her hunch was right and it was the triwizard tournament they’d be attending. Would either of them try to compete as a champion?

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He was of the past, and she the future. The power of time allowed them to meet. From that day on, he knew she’d be the one that would get away.

He would return to her through the hands of magic. A second chance had been granted to him. A chance to have her, for the rest of his days.

In swiftness, he took the brightest witch to be the brightest star in his night sky.

@loyalmalfoy

[ i did a aesthetic for you. because i wuv you and i love them. you got me into this ship even though i had always wondered about it before. but you’ve corrupted me ; v ; ]

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@loyalmalfoy replied to your post: [I copied Ariel and made a buddy quiz here u go:...

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[Somehow, I’m not surprised XD ]

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“The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous, and sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.”

MIRACLES were a FALSE HOPE created by a god far too arrogant for his tastes, the count merely ponders these words, searching for some deeper meaning, but he finds nothing.  the only being he answered to was the DEVIL himself, the father RESPONSIBLE for granting him lasting life, only nourished through drinking the blood of humans.  ah how he longed for the mere continuation of his kind!  but the good doctor had taken the key to life to his grave.

 “miracles?  a miracle would be the key to granting my children life, but such a thing has been HALTED by god himself.”  his use of the word miracle is laced with sarcasm, with centuries of frustration and hatred for god himself.

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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...”

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  There was no mistaking the man in front of her. He had all the coloring of Draco Malfoy but his movements were a lot more ELEGANT in a way Draco probably would never be able to accomplish. They had to be related in some way, especially when he acted entirely at home in the Malfoy Mansion. 

  It was the complete opposite for Hermione. She was tense and on high alert. The wand at her back didn’t help... “Let us go.” | @loyalmalfoy

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Pansy firmed her jaw. She didn’t know how she’d come to be at Malfoy Manor that summer or why she was being forced to learn Dark spells and curses. Her parents hadn’t said a word when they’d dumped her on Draco’s doorstep. But the silent expectation was clear. 

Succeed.

And now, here she was, in the backyard of her longtime family friend undergoing some sort of training of which she didn’t understand.

Pansy stared defiantly at the older gentleman.

“I’d like to know why.”

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        ♞⊱⊱▬   Wizards actually didn’t care for demons, even the dark wizards were weary of his ilk. Wizards had long since figured out all manner of ways to trap and injure demons but few were capable of truly killing one. Zephaell knew this, but that didn’t matter. He didn’t need to be liked. He just needed somewhere to hide long enough to lick his proverbial wounds.             He was drawn to the stately manner because warded. The kind of old magic that is powered with blood. He knows because his own magic thrums in answer to it. Even he cannot break through it. But he lays at the end of the wards, banging the equivalent of a magical battering ram at it in hopes someone would allow him in. -- After all, It’s always polite to knock. --          But that kind of power, the kind to make the wards shutter, is fast depleting his stores. And the smaller demon is already wounded. Already....         Well, he’s not dying, but he is slipping fast into unconsciousness.