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A/N: This story will follow the original story as much as possible. This story is Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets told from Hermione'a perspective. I'm planning on writing the whole story and eventually writing the entire series from Hermione's perspective. Lot's of big plans and I'm going to try and stick to it as much as possible. I'm super excited about this! Without further ado...chapter 1 of Hermione Granger and the Chamber of Secrets!
Chapter 1: The Granger's
"I don't know what I could've done wrong, Mum. He hasn't answered any of my letters. I know last year could've gone better, but I thought I had actually made friends at that school. I don't know if I can go back and face Harry being angry with me when I don't even know what on Earth I've done to deserve this." Hermione Granger threw her hands up exasperatedly as she angrily vented to her mum about Harry Potter. They were setting their dining room table for dinner while Mr. Granger finished cooking.
"Now, Honey, I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation as to why he hasn't written you back. Maybe he just needed some time to deal with everything that happened last year. I'm sure he'll come to you when he's ready. What about your other friend?" Mrs. Granger tried to reason with her daughter, "What was his name? Ronald?"
Hope filled Hermione as she thought about her other friend Ronald Weasley. She still didn't think he liked her very much, so she hadn't tried writing him, but maybe he would give her the answers that she needed. "That's an excellent idea, Mum. Do you think I could go write him before dinner's ready?"
"Of course, Sweetie. Just don't take too long, okay? Your father said there are about ten minutes left on the chicken. Please freshen up while you're up there, too," Mrs. Granger gave her daughter a hug before she ran up the stairs to write her letter to Ron.
Ron,
I'm not sure if I did anything wrong to you and Harry, but if I did, then I sincerely apologize. I've never really had friends before so sometimes I might do things to people without realizing it. I know last year was tough, but I thought we were all friends now. If I did something to you and Harry, then could you please tell me so I can stop going over every little thing that I could've possibly done in my head. It's driving me mad. Honestly, it's a bit immature of Harry to not respond to any of my letters. I didn't do anything bad enough to deserve that. I'm sure it's nothing that we can't work out so please write me back as soon as you get this so I can know what's going on. Thanks.
Hermione
Hermione and her parents sat to dinner that night and tucked into all the delicious food on the table made by Mr. Granger. The table held chicken breasts, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, and for dessert Mrs. Granger made a fresh apple pie.
"Everything looks great dad! Worrying about all of this has me starved. Thank you both for listening. I feel better after writing to Ron. I just hope he writes me back," Hermione looked down and tried not to cry thinking about losing her two only friends.
"Hey kiddo, keep that chin up, buttercup," Mr. Granger reassured her. "If those boys are anything like you said they are then they wouldn't just abandon you like that. Give Ron a chance to explain and try not to jump to conclusions in the meantime. Everything will work out in the end, you'll see."
"Thanks, Dad. I hope so. It means a lot to me that you two are so supportive of me. I don't know what I would do without you."
"Of course, Sweetie, you know we will be there for you no matter what," Mrs. Granger smiled. "Now finish eating, and we can watch your favorite film while we eat dessert."
Hours later Hermione awakens in her bed to a tap on her window. Her eyes slowly flutter open, and her eyes adjust to the dark. Looking over at her clock on her nightstand that reads '4:23 am' she turns over to face her window where she sees amber eyes staring back at her. Swinging her legs off the side of the bed and forcing her feet into her slippers she sleepily shuffles over to the window and opens the window to let the owl in carrying a letter addressed to her. Hope seeps into her veins from her very core. She tries to tame the fire within her reminding herself that it could still contain bad news. Deciding to handle it like ripping off a Band-Aid she quickly tears the envelope open and right away reads the contents.
Hermione,
Honestly, I've been wondering the same thing. Harry hasn't returned any of my owls either. I was angry with him, and I thought maybe I had done something, or maybe one of my stupid brothers said something embarrassing, and it turned him away from him. I mean I understood at first, but after about a month without a reply, I started questioning everything. Maybe it's got nothing to do with us. Maybe Harry has some things he needs to sort through. I'll talk to my brothers and see if they can help me see if everything is alright with him. I'll let you know as soon as I find out more. I'm anxious, but I'm glad it wasn't something that my brothers or I did. Don't beat yourself up about it either, okay? I'm not mad at you, and you didn't do anything wrong. I'm also really sorry about those things I said to you last year. I'm thrilled to call you my friend, Hermione.
Ron
Hermione read Ron's letter several times before falling asleep still holding the letter close to her heart. She awoke the next morning with Ron's letter lying next to her bed on the floor. Picking up the letter, she raced down the stairs and thrust it into her father's face.
"Look, Dad! He wrote back, and he's not mad! He said Harry hadn't written to him either. I'm worried about him now, though. Something might be wrong with him. That uncle and aunt of his are absolutely dreadful. There's no telling what they could've done to him."
Mr. Granger set down the coffee that was at his lips about to take a sip and folded his newspaper. "Woah, slow down there pumpkin. What happened to Harry?"
"We don't know yet I was just saying that anything is possible with where he's staying. Ron said he was going to go check up on him and see if everything is okay. Oh, Dad, I hope nothing bad happened to him. Ron said he's not mad at me though and he said he's pleased to call me a friend. I'm happy I got it all sorted. I feel loads better now!"
"Oh Honey, that's great! I'm glad it all worked out. See I told you there was nothing to worry about. What's not to love about that adorable face!" Mrs. Granger chimed in from the kitchen where she was washing the dishes from breakfast. "I left some breakfast for you on the table. I was just about to put it away for later. I wasn't sure how much longer you were going to be sleeping."
Hermione rolled her eyes but thanked her mum for the food. She explained how Ron's owl woke her up in the middle of the night, so she was still pretty tired. After eating, Hermione went back up to take a nap. She set her letter on her nightstand next to her bed and strolled exhaustedly across the room to her window and closed the curtain. Now that it was a little less bright maybe the brunette would be able to fall asleep. She lazily climbed into her bed and pulled the cover over her and settled in for her nap. Right as she dozed off, the girl heard a tap on her window. She ignored it writing it off as just a branch hitting the window from the wind outside until she heard it again and had no choice but to face whatever it was. She grumbled as she sat up and pulled the covers off of her. Standing up and putting her slippers on to once again head over to the window and opening her curtains to see an owl perched outside of her window. Another letter from Ron already? Did he already find out about Harry? Well, only one way to know. She tore open the envelope and read its contents.
Hermione,
You're never going to believe this. Well, maybe you will, considering who the Dursley's are. They had Harry locked in his room with bars on his window! Fred, George and I went to the Dursley's house last night since I couldn't wait any longer. That's why my owl came so late last night. Sorry about that by the way. Anyway, we borrowed my dad's enchanted flying car and broke the bars off. The Dursley's caught us just before Harry escaped out the window and we nearly made it. Luckily, we were able to pull him out of his uncle's hands. That's not all, though. Harry said they put the bars on his window because a house elf by the name of Dobby appeared in his room and was making all sorts of noise while an important meeting was taking place downstairs. Dobby came to warn Harry not to go back to Hogwarts. Can you believe that? I wonder what could be so bad now that a house elf would have to seek him out and say all those things to him. The whole thing is just bizarre. Harry said Dobby had been interfering with Harry's mail and that's why he hasn't been writing back to us. He never even got out letters. Anyway, Harry is at the Burrow now, so he's safe away from those lunatics. Our Hogwarts letters should be coming any day now, so I'll see you soon when we go to Diagon Alley for school shopping. Take care and hope all is well.
Ron
The next few days dragged on as Hermione waited rather impatiently for her Hogwarts letter to come. When it finally arrived, Hermione and her parents made plans to go to Diagon Alley the next day. Hermione woke up early that morning feeling particularly giddy as she danced around her room getting ready for the big day ahead. Today Hermione was going to see her friends that she hadn't seen all summer and the brunette was finally able to step back into the magical world. Now that the girl had a taste of magic she could hardly stand to be away for too long. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted up to her room, but Hermione was too excited to be hungry. The girl ran down the stairs and quickly threw greetings at her parents before grabbing a piece of toast.
"Aren't you going to eat breakfast, Darling? We won't be home for hours, and I don't want you to be out on an empty stomach," her mother expressed her worry as she tried to push more food in her direction.
"I'm not particularly hungry right now. I'm way too excited to wait anymore. I'd rather just go now if we could, Mum."
"Alright, Dear, grab your school list, and I'll tell your father that we're ready to go. I swear that man is worse than most women I know," they chuckled and set forth to do the last-minute things they had to do before they left. When it was time to go, they all climbed into the car and drove to The Leaky Cauldron, the entrance to Diagon Alley.
A/N: Please let me know what you thought about this first chapter! I don't have very much practice writing stories like this so any errors you might find feel free to let me know! Thanks for reading!