-1Well this is my first story, and I hope everyone enjoys! Comments (either good or bad) are most appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
She could feel her heart raise to her throat as tears began swelling in her eyes. The words repeated over and over in her head. She could feel the officer lead her over to her sofa and softly sit her down, but she couldn't register it. Her body felt numb as she thought over and over about it.
Dead? My parents…. Dead?
It was indeed no mistaken it. Her parents had left early that morning to run some errands, and after not a call, or return all day, Hermione grew worried. It turned out that there had been a car accident with no survivors. She tried to calm herself down and rationalize, for that was something she was good at. But every time she tried to clear her mind, she'd open her eyes and realize the two police officers were still there staring at her with a look of sorrow, a look of pity.
"They checked into her records , you know" whispered the man officer to the woman, "she doesn't have any aunts or uncles, not even grandparents. I'm afraid she's an orphan."
Hermione glazed into her reflection in the dirty mirror that belonged to one of England's oldest orphanages. The events of the past month had left a toll on her. Her thick, brown, wavy hair now seemed dirty and knotty, for she never wore it down, and her honey brown eyes were now dull and lifeless. In less than a month she had lost both her parents, and her friends. The only friends she ever had been from Hogwarts, and now she was left in the non magical word with no way of even contacting Harry or Ron. She knew that school didn't start for another couple of months but there was no way of getting back there. If she even tried to tell the headmistress, she would probably label her as insane and send her away.
Just then , the door of the bathroom swung open fiercely, and the stout secretary named Mrs. Mainstream came strolling in.
"Hermione, Hermione Granger? Is that you?" She shouted, only inches away from Hermione's face.
"Yes?" Hermione answered, puzzled.
"A family is here to look at you. And look at the mess they'll be looking at! Clean up and hurry to the office before they change their mind!" With that, she ran out of the room and closed the door.
Hermione couldn't believe her ears. It had only been a month and already a family? She knew that a new family could bring on much worse times. Who knows what their customs are? And most importantly, she was sure they wouldn't accept the fact that she was a witch.
She ran to the girls dormitory and decided that instead of trying to impress them by looking clean and pretty, she'd stay exactly how she was. She checked underneath her bed as she always did to make sure her most important suitcase was still underneath it. This black and silver suitcase locked away all of her magical substances; her wand, a few school books, and anything else she managed to fit in there. Of course her pet owl was given away since orphanages didn't allow pets, but thankfully she managed to scrape together everything else and lock it away.
Taking one more glance in the mirror, she headed out to meet the people who were interested in adopting her. Opening the door, she at once saw a extremely tall man in a trench coat. From the angle she was at, she couldn't see his face, but as soon as she entered the room he turned and smiled at her. Hermione couldn't believe it……
Well it wasn't the most exciting chapter, but please be patient, for I promise it will get better!