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Mission Impossible by goddess faith

Format: Novella
Chapters: 22
Word Count: 45,520
Status: Abandoned

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse

Genres: Drama, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Draco, Pansy, George, Blaise (M), OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Hermione/FredOrGeorge, Hermione/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 10/09/2007
Last Chapter: 08/14/2009
Last Updated: 08/14/2009


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This story is abandoned for now. I completely lost the inspartion to write it. I might pick it back up in the future, but as of right now I am not writing on it.

Chapter 1: The Deaths

A/N: Hello, readers! I have a few things to say before I get into my new story. The seventh book never happened in this fic. It really made me mad and I think I could write a better fic without it even happening. Another thing, I am getting a beta reader, but don’t have one at the moment, so if you see any misspellings or grammar mistakes, I am sorry.

Chapter One: The Deaths


Hermione bolted up out of a dead sleep after hearing the sound that night. She looked at the clock long enough to see it was two in the morning before rushing to see what the sound was. She didn’t even bother to slip on a house coat or slippers. She ran down stairs.

She nearly fell down the flight of stairs, wand clutched tightly in her hand. She was trembling at the thought of what it could be. With the war raging on it could be anything. Hermione didn’t think that was likely though. There were thousands of muggles, why would they pick her family to attack. Or at least she hoped.

When she reached the bottom floor it was pitch black. Hermione couldn’t see two feet in front of her face. She began to roam the light for a light switch.


Hermione stopped dead in her tracks as she heard something slithering toward her. What was it? What could it be? She was too frightened to move as the sound grew closer to her. It was soon followed by three pairs of footsteps.

Hermione’s couldn’t breath. She realized that there were other people inside her house. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as tight as she could, hoping they didn’t notice her.

To her fortune, they didn’t. The slither and footsteps went right past her, not even taking the time to see her. Hermione let out a breath of relief after they passed. That was before she remembered something terrible.

Mom and Dad! They are upstairs! What if they are going after them? I have to get to them… but there are there of them. I can’t take on three burglars….

Hermione knew that she had no choice. She knew she couldn’t just sit back and let her parents get murdered. She quickly turned and ran up the stairs, toward the room. The slithering noise had stopped, but Hermione didn’t think anything about it.

“Who the hell…” Hermione heard her father yell. He didn’t finish the sentence though. This made Hermione move quicker up the stairs. When she got to the room, no one noticed her just yet.

Three people in dark clothes formed a circle around her parents bed. She saw her parents in bed, looking terrified. She saw her father was still alive, which was a relief to Hermione. She stood there and watched the event unfolding.

“Tom and Jane Granger?” The hooded person on the right demanded. Hermione knew she had heard the voice somewhere before, but she couldn’t place it. Hermione took a step forward, trying not to make a sound.

“Who are you?” Hermione’s father asked, sounding more scared that angry.

“That is none of your concern, Mr. Granger,” the one of the left replied. The circle began to close in around the bed. Hermione watched closely, not being able to move. She saw them lift their hands.

The have wands! They are deatheaters!

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, folks.” The middle one finally spoke. The voice was low and very cold. It sound more as a snake hiss than it did a human being. Hermione knew who this was instantly.

The Dark Lord! Oh my god! The Dark Lord is in my house! What do I do!

Hermione was froze to her spot. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She couldn’t go in. They would kill her along with her parents. She couldn’t just stand by and watch or they would kill her parents.

Before Hermione had time to figure out what to do the worst happened. Voldemort did the unthinkable.

“Avada Kevrea!” He hissed, followed by a flash of green light that hit her father square in the chest. The sequence was repeated before Hermione even had time to think.

“NO!” Hermione yelled without thinking. The three hooded deatheaters turned around, now staring at a hysterical Hermione. The began to walk toward her and the slithering sound was back again.

“Well well well… look has come out to play…” the right deatheater asked. Hermione looked at him and gasped. She then knew how she had known his voice. It was Zacharias Smith. It shouldn’t have come to that much of a shock to her, but it did. Hermione turned her attention back Volemort. Her vision was blurred by the tears that were now cascading down her face and neck.

“Miss Granger… I been wondering when we would finally get to meet.” Voldemort laughed. Hermione was so upset she didn’t even notice something wrapping around her legs.
“Wh…why… why them!” Hermione yelled, finding strength in her despair. “Th…there are thousand of muggles out there!”

“None of them are the parents of the brains behind Harry Potter.” The evilness replied and Hermione was confused. The circle began to close in around her. Hermione tried to move, but then notice there was something around her feet. She looked down franticly to see a snake there. She nearly screamed.

“Don’t worry, ‘Mione,” Zach mocked. “You won’t feel a thing here in a few moments.”

Hermione opened her mouth to say something to him, but was too late. Her world went black and she heard something very heavy hit something hard.


“Hermione! Hermione! Wake up, Hermione!” Hermione woke up with someone yelling and hitting her face. She opened her eyes to see Fred and George over her. She smiled and sat up, clinging on to George.

“Guys! Oh, I had the most terrible dream…” She burried her head deep in his shirt. “Voldemort was here… he killed my parents. That is silly isn’t it… boy am I glad it was just a…. wait… what are you doing here?” She looked up to see Fred and George exchange skeptical looks.

“Well…” Fred began and Hermione shook her head. She began to cry again.

“No…no…NO!” She yelled. “It can’t be… I would be dead!” George took her in his arms again and Fred put a comforting hand on her back.

“We aren’t for sure why he didn’t kill you, too, Hermione.” Fred replied. “But you are lucky he didn’t.”

“You are going to come stay at our place for now. The rest of the family is on a vacation in Japan.” George explain.

“So pack what you need and we will leave.” Fred finished. Hermione’s head was flying. She couldn’t get her mind wrapped around the fact that her parents were dead and that she was going to stay with the dynamic duo.

Fred got up and helped Hermione to her feet. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a bag and started to pack without another word.

After about an hour, Hermione had everything packed. She just threw things into random bags, not caring about any of it at the moment. The three of them apparated to Fred and George’s flat.

“Well, Hermione,” Fred finished up the tour. “This is your room.”

Hermione shoved her way in and sat on the bed, throwing her bag in the middle of the floor. She hadn’t said a word since she had arrived and she didn’t plan on saying anything for awhile. Fred got the message and left the room.

A/N: Sorry for the shortness.