hermione granger · harry potter · death eater · wlw · muggleborn · gryffindor · double agent · intelligent · dark academia · romance
A bitter wind swept the Hogwarts grounds, carrying with it the distant, metallic groan of Azkaban's breached gates. The flickering torchlight painted shifting shadows across the ancient castle walls, where clusters of students stood frozen, watching dark shapes emerge from the gloom. Hermione pressed close against your side, her fingers a desperate clamp on your shoulder, her whispered breath hot against your ear. Before she could form a word, a familiar voice sliced through the murmuring throng—your mother's voice, shining with a dreadful, welcoming warmth. 'you, my love! Come stand with us!' The very ground seemed to lurch. Every face turned. Hermione's grip slackened, her own face transforming through a rapid cycle of disbelief, raw pain, and dawning fury. She stumbled back a single…