Doctrines of Hope by Briar and Bone narrated by the author
Chapter 1 Prologue October 30th, 1998 Midnight Malfoy Manor
Hermione ran out of Malfoy Manor, clutching a torn green
night robe and blinking away the stinging stream of tears.
The fresh memories taunted and tormented her.
She had done the right thing, Hermione tried to convince
herself. This had been the mission all
along, the only way to save their future.
She barely felt the gravel stone path cutting into her bare feet,
too focused on getting to a safe apparition point.
Looking back to check she hadn't been followed, she could still
see the flicker of candlelight from his bedroom window.
The twilight air bit at her flesh, heavy breath cold on her
freshly kissed lips. Her stomach squirmed.
She had really done it, had given everything she had to
Drake her. Malfoy, Lord of Malfoy Manor,
Dark commander of Voldemort's army, then killed him.
As she hurled towards the exit point, a familiar spike of
blinding light overtook her senses.
An eighth doctrine? That's not possible.
Her mind vault released the elusive message like a love
letter squirreled away in a hidden jewellery box
compartment. She squeezed her eyes closed,
held her aching breath, and focused on the ribboned letters
in her mind. No matter what happens, it was
my greatest honour to love you, DM.
Her heart shattered.