A/N: I'd just like to point out that this is my third fanfic, so I apologize if there happens to be any spelling mistakes.
I also don't own Harry Potter, but I do happen to own the plot.
If you haven't seen and/or read the Harry Potter books, I'd definitely advise you to do that before you read this fic, or else you won't understand anything that's going on.
So without further ado, here is the first chapter of Enigmatic.
All was well in the home of the Weasleys. Nothing could possibly go wrong in the security of the scent of the delicious bacon that Mrs. Weasley would cook. There would be no such mention of the word "danger" or "peril" inside of the Burrow. You'd think that everything on the inside was all happy and sappy, but in reality, a war was brewing itself on the mere edge of the horizon, and they all could sense the approaching battles at large. If only they'd be prepared for it to come as fast as it has. It was a true risk to be friends with the Boy Who Lived: Harry J. Potter.
But here Hermione Granger sat, curled up with her fuzzy cat: Crookshanks, nothing to worry about. She was content with the radiating sound of the cackling fire, and the bright light that illuminated the outlines of her expressionless face. Molly Weasley entered the room with a small smile as she neared the coffee table, and placed a plate of cookies on the table before the brunette sprawled among the worn out couch.
"I'm off to bed, Hermione dear," Mrs. Weasley said softly, as she pecked Hermione on the temple.
"Goodnight, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione replied in a whisper, and Molly escaped the room with a sleepy wave.
It was already half past eleven at night, and Hermione found herself being the only one awake on behalf of Crookshanks, who was laying in his owner's lap as Hermione caressed his thick fur coat.
And as Hermione thought this, she was starting to feel herself growing somnolent. With a noiseless yawn, Hermione stood from her comfortable position on the sofa, and Crookshanks jumped off of Hermione with a yawn of his own.
Slipping a cookie inside of her mouth, Hermione gently gave her cat one last stroke, before she bid her pet goodnight, and trudged up the staircase as quietly as possible, not wanting to awake anyone else that was sleeping.
She could hear Ron's muffled snores, and giggled once she passed the room Harry shared with Ron. She felt a moment of pity for Harry. No wonder he couldn't sleep these days. But Hermione continued to descend the stairs up to Ginny's room- where she would be staying until they returned to Hogwarts for their Seventh year, whereas Ginny returns as a Sixth year.
Hermione was about to turn the knob to Ginny's room, but she stopped abruptly, as she heard Ginny's voice speak right at that moment.
She felt immensely guilty as she pressed her ear to the door.
"-you're telling me you're not going back to Hogwarts?" Came Ginny's confused voice.
"No, Ginny. I need to act fast- Voldemort's getting more and more powerful, and if I don't destroy those Horcruxes, we'll be absolutely defenseless against him and his whole army of Death Eaters. I just can't bring myself to take Hermione with me, although she promised that she would help me search for them no matter what, but..you know how stubborn she can be. And in most events, that gets her injured. So, that brings me to my only solution, is to leave her here. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I lose her just because she's obstinate." Harry responded truthfully.
Hermione knitted her eyebrows together, and felt a sudden urge to barge inside of the room and slap him for his logic. Hermione knew that Harry needed her desperately, and Harry knew that as well.
"But what about Ron?" Ginny interjected, her tone still puzzled.
"I already had this talk with him- and he said he agrees with not taking Hermione. Plus, it's not like he's as stubborn as Hermione, and I don't mean for that to sound as rude as it is, but I really don't need Hermione going out there to just get herself killed. Ron's not someone like that, and at some points, I can trust Hermione, but sometimes I can't. Ron though, he's easy to keep track of. You know what I mean?" Harry inquired, and Ginny made a sound of agreement.
"So what are you going to do, Harry?" Ginny asked. "About Hermione, I mean,"
"Well, she's still going back to Hogwarts with you. I know she'll be very upset with me, but I'll write her, telling her to at least do some research on Horcruxes as much as possible. And the both of you, and the rest of the students there will be in Hogwarts, which, Dumbledore had assured is intensely warded now, so I know you guys will be all right."
Hermione drew away from the door, and frowned deeply.
All this time, Hermione had sensed something this disappointing would happen soon enough.
But knowing that Harry didn't trust her enough to go and hunt for Horcruxes was devastating for Hermione to process.
With her head hung low, she waited next to the door, and only a few seconds later, Hermione heard the door click open, revealing Ginny and Harry kissing by the doorway.
They had yet to notice her, and Harry bid Ginny a goodnight, before he disappeared down the stairs to his room he shared with Ron.
The door shut closed by a flushed Ginny, and Hermione waited a few moments before she opened the door again, so it didn't look suspicious.
Ginny was tucking herself into her bed, and she shot her head up to look at Hermione, and gave out a nervous laugh. "Oh, Hermione, I was wondering where you were." Ginny said, her face had paled a bit. Hermione noticed the anxious hitch in Ginny's voice when she had said 'Hermione'.
But Hermione smiled nevertheless, and down onto her dusty bed.
"I'm exhausted," Hermione commented quietly, before shutting her eyes, not bothering to get under the blankets, and she turned over, so her back was to Ginny. She could practically feel Ginny's eyes boring holes into the back of her head, and Hermione cringed uncomfortably as she realized Ginny knew something that she wasn't advised to know.
"Have sweet dreams, Gin." Hermione said into her pillow, and Ginny sighed. "Don't let the bed bugs bite.." Ginny trailed off, and Hermione finally dozed off.
The next following weeks after that passed with a certain atmosphere that Hermione didn't enjoy at all.
But as she awoke from her slumber, she peered over at the calendar in Ginny's room, and noted that it read: September 1, 1997.
She already had packed her trunk the day before, and was about ready to scold Harry and Ron for not packing when she remembered that they had already left.
They had only left about two weeks prior, and Hermione felt her eyes stinging as she recalled the brief note they had left on the nightstand next to her bed.
We have to go search for the Horcruxes.
We don't have much time to explain why we left without you, but when this is over, we promise we'll explain everything.
Your best friends,
Harry + Ron.'
Sighing, Hermione got ready to leave, all the while the Burrow was utterly silent as she got ready to Apparate to Kings Cross.
She looked around the house, which was empty because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had to take Ginny to Kings Cross themselves, because Ginny wasn't of age to Apparate yet.
Hermione felt a single tear roll down her cheek before she apparated at once.
A/N: I kinda did this chapter in a rush, so I know this first chapter sucks. I'm working to hopefully upload another chapter to this tomorrow. Let me know what you guys think so far. Tell me it sucks, because I know it does. But in practice, I'm hoping it'll get better, and chapters will become longer.
I may upload another One Shot later today.
Stay Clawsome, Blossoms!