Saturday, May 31, 2008
Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 1 - 'IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS'
CHAPTER 1
Looking over the house with her hazel eyes, she bent down gently and wrote her initials on the dirt path with a stick before apparaiting to platform 9 ¾ with her trunk, ready to depart from London and go back to Hogwarts, the one place that she could never feel safe in again. As she boarded the engine, over one-hundred pairs of eyes stared at her, following her as she made her way down the car to an empty compartment. It felt so unreal to her to be sitting alone without her two best friends. If she couldn’t be around Harry or Ron, she didn’t want to be around anyone. Why would she want to talk to people who really didn’t care about what she had done over the summer in helping Harry and Ron fully prepare themselves for their crusade? No one cared. No one cared that she felt so alone for pretty much the very first time since she was in her first year and Ron had said that she didn’t have any friends.
Sitting rigidly on a seat in her compartment, Hermione looked out the window at all of the happy yet frightened students as they made their way onto the train and away from their families and the people who had protected them from the horrid pains of everything that had happened only a few months prior to that day. As she looked out at the platform as it soon receded from view, she could still see Mrs. Weasley waving her children, Harry, and Hermione off for their years of school. But this year was different. Mrs. Weasley wasn’t on the platform, waving everyone off. All of the Weasley’s, except for Ron, were gone. They were all in hiding with the help of the Ministry. Turning her head away, she looked ahead of her as someone walked into her compartment.
“Hermione,” a silky voice said, causing Hermione to turn her head and actually look into the eyes of the speaker, “you’re friends are far from here aren’t they?” Hermione nodded her head as Nymphadora Tonks walked into the compartment more. She nodded her head and sat next to Hermione for a second. “I’m only going to be on the train to make sure that everyone is OK and then I’m going to go home and rest a little bit but I wanted you to know that I’m here if you need me.” Hermione stayed quiet but placed a small smile to her face before Tonks left. The moment that the witch left, the smile faded.
Before Hermione knew it, the train had made its stop at Hogsmead Station. For once, Hermione wasn’t in her uniform for she had fallen asleep but with the flick of her wand, her street clothes had been replaced with Hogwarts uniform, the Gryffindor symbol sewed across her heart on her jacket. Gently, Hermione made her way off of the train and into the nearest carriage, regretting it automatically since it was currently housing Lavender Brown and Parvati Patel, the two people that Hermione knew wouldn’t care about what was going on at all. But she just faked a smile, as usual, and explained how it really wasn’t too terrible that her two best friends were fighting the Dark Lord without her by their side, helping them.
Luckily, Hogwarts was in front of them within moments which allowed Hermione to get as far away from the two scared, yet full of life, girls who didn’t even know the difference between the cruciatus curse and the imperious curse. Grabbing her messenger bag from right beside her, she hopped out of the thestral-pulled carriage and made her way up the steps, dodging Peeves and his yearly water balloons. But Hermione stopped the moment that she spotted him; the platinum, blonde hair gave him away completely.
“What are you doing here you filthy little scoundrel?!” she yelled as he turned to stare at her.
Opening his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall. “Mr. Malfoy, go inside and take your seat for the ceremony and feast,” she ordered. “Miss Granger, please come with me.” Turning sharply, McGonagall led Hermione up a few fights of steps and up to the statue of an eagle. “Dumbledore,” McGonagall whispered. The statue jumped aside, allowing Hermione and McGonagall to walk up the steps and into the Head Master’s office. Inside sat a man with his back to both of them. Hermione knew who it was though the moment that she saw the back of his head. Like Malfoy, the hair gave him away. She knew that it was Severus Snape by the greasy, black hair. “Severus, she’s here.” Snape swiveled his chair around and placed his hands on the desk. Biting her lip rather hard, Hermione was extremely displeased to see that the man who had killed Dumbledore was currently sitting behind the great wizard’s desk as the Head of the school. It was a terrible thought but Hermione had to push the thoughts away as he motioned for McGonagall and herself to take a seat in the two, plushy, black suede arm chairs that were in front of his desk. “Now, Miss Granger, it has come to our attention that you are far from safe at the moment.”
“I’m fine professor,” Hermione said defiantly as she played with a strand of hair that was, surprisingly, no longer poofy due to a spell that Mrs. Weasley had taught her. “There’s not need to worry about me at all.”
“There is and that is why I have asked Head Master Snape here to keep you safe,” McGonagall stated. Hermione gave her a look of pure confusion and spite. “Now, Miss Granger, we just want to keep you safe.”
“I can look out for myself!” Hermione exclaimed as she stood to her feet.
“Sit,” Snape commanded as he looked Hermione over. “We’ve made certain accommodations for you so that we can keep you extra safe to possibly help the other two.”
“Like you care,” Hermione retorted as she took the letter that McGonagall just handed her, explaining everything. “Did you ever think that he took this opportunity to try to figure out where Harry and Ron are to tell You-Know-Who? Why would it matter if I’m safe if you can get those whereabouts?” With that being said, Hermione stood to her feet and left, making her way down to the Great Hall for the ceremony.
“Don’t worry Minerva,” Snape began as he stood, helping McGonagall stand as well, “she’ll come to grips with everything and be OK with me helping her.”
“She better Severus or grave danger could be her downfall,” McGonagall said as she grabbed the sorting hat and made her way down to where the waiting first years were.
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