Merlin (Harry Potter) - Freeform
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Despite being born to a muggle family Hermione had somehow been gifted with the ability to change her body at will, a fact her birth parents could not overcome. Unwilling to let the young child face the harsh realities of the orphanage the Tonks family opened their arms for her. With Nymphadora Tonks as a guide Hermione would learn how to use her abilities to the fullest as well as how to make the best use of them at school. Hermione's 5th year at Hogwarts is the year that everything changed for her. Voldemort had returned, refusing to believe this the ministry has begun to take over Hogwarts. That would have been more than enough to keep Hermione occupied for the year but a mysterious presence was making itself known. That voice had been with her for as long as she could remember, normally it was nothing to brush it aside but that was no longer possible. Especially when it whispered into her ear "I think it is about time we took back our country."
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Generalisation. That was the plague destroying his world.
There were three different types of blood, yet the Mudblood-lovers inside the Ministry wanted to recognise each one of them as merely wizards, as if the race itself has not been belittled by the predominating mediocrity.
The Wizarding World housed different types of magic, yet those not blessed by the almighty Albus Dumbledore were generalised as the Dark Arts; and those who dared practise it were generalised as Death Eaters.
Tom Riddle had dirty blood, but he offered the channel to change that Lucius Malfoy has sought after since he was made to endure mind-numbing boredom while waiting for clueless Mudbloods to keep up. He had joined the cause freely, he had been willing to make sacrifices.
He had never signed up for genocide, though. Never signed up to lower himself at the feet of a Half-Blood.
He persevered, however. On behalf of the upcoming success, he would be awarded with.
He had never planned on faltering. He had never planned on saving filth from their fated end by his own wand.
At least until he met her. A Muggle.
Weak. Pathetic. Immature.
And drained by the raw magic dormant inside her.