I hope you all like my new story, I don't plan on continuing the other, so, I'm starting this one! Anyways, I hope you READ & REVIEW!
Summary: I HATE HER! The only reason why I'm in this dirty old house is because of her!
Mum and dad thought she was so perfect, it's her fault they're DEAD! Her and
her kind, I hate Hermione Jane Granger, my sister. AU and starts at end of year 5.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter Characters. Thanks for reminding me.
NEVER TOO LATE
CHAPTER 1: Persephone
"PRESEPHONE! GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE!"
Persephone cringed as she heard her mother's command; how she despised her parents' fascination with Greek mythology. She sighed tiredly, as she put down her sketch book and pencil.
" I'M COMING!" She screamed back, pushing away from her desk; opening her door.
As Persephone came down the stairs, she saw her parents putting on their coats. Her mother flashed her a smile while her father merely glanced, before returning to buttoning his jacket.
" You rang?" She drawled sarcastically.
" Your father and I are going to pick up Hermione at the train station." Her mother started, while straightening her jacket.
" Your welcome to come." Her father added. " For once."
" Oh! I would love to go see my darling, perfect older sister!" Persephone started while clasping her hands by her cheek dramatically.
" I'd rather not." She finished dryly.
" We're going to be a while." Her mother warned, grabbing the car keys.
" Why is it going to take so long?" Persephone questioned, brushing her blue bangs to the side.
" Going to take her to that freaky alley again?"
" The correct term, is Diagon Alley." Her father corrected.
" Whatever." Came the reply of the fifteen year old.
" We're going to get something to eat. If your hungry you should come, I'm sure you and Hermione would like to catch up." Her mother pressed.
" No thanks, I find starving myself a lot more enjoyable." She answered sarcastically, while folding her arms.
" Fine then." Her father answered tiredly, as the two adults bid her farewell and left out the front door.
Persephone watched as they got in the car, with the familiar roar of the engine, they were off. She quietly went into the kitchen as she roughly grabbed a box of cereal. While she angrily munched on the artificial marshmallows; she thought about her sister.
The used to be very close, Persephone only eleven months younger than her. They used to do everything together, they grew as they both traveled to elementary school. Persephone shined in ballet class and birthday parties as Hermione sat quietly with her books. Even though Hermione didn't have many friends, she was never teased, Persephone made sure of that. She always stood up for her Hermione, that never happened much as she was surrounded with friends, although there always a brat who decided to test her. They learned their lesson, very quickly.
Then the summer before her middle school year, Hermione received a very special letter. Her family was shocked to say the least. With some convincing from the Headmaster, Dumbledore, the shock turned into excitement. Persephone was happy for Hermione as she congratulated her with hugs and squeals of joy. It was a tearful goodbye as Hermione ran through the platform, into an unknown world. Things changed for Persephone drastically, not only did she start the fifth grade without her, when she came home she was only greeted with silent absence.
That summer she came home with amazing tails of her school Hogwarts. She told her younger sibling about a troll in the girl's bathroom, her search for the Philosopher's Stone, and about her two new best friends. Persephone couldn't help but resent those boys, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, they got to spend the whole year with Hermione, while she only got to see her on Christmas Break, and the summer.
Of course, Persephone wondered if she had any magical powers like her sister. She tried her silly made up spells, but with no avail. Before she would return to Hogwarts, her mother and father would prance her around the room as they showed her off to the family. Persephone watched quietly as aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and friends fawned over her; Hermione soon became the 'Golden Child' of the whole family. Even as Persephone felt a little put out, she quietly assumed her role of Hermione's entourage.
It was only when Persephone's seventh grade came, did things start to go bad. A few days before Hermione left for Hogwarts, she had her dance recital that she had prepared all year for. She nervously awaited their appearance as she stood in the lobby of the theater. It's not as though they could've forgotten, they had been going to the same place since she was five.
Twenty minutes until show time, ticked slowly to ten, then to five. Soon a worried Persephone was ushered back stage, before it was her time to perform, she quietly peeked around the curtain to find her family nowhere in sight. Soon the music started as a teary eyed Persephone made positioned herself on stage.
After arriving home from a ride from a friend, she stormed through the door; ready to give her family the biggest scolding. She entered the house to find it dark and empty, finding no one to be there. She searched the kitchen as she found a yellow piece of paper taped to the refrigerator.
She quickly scanned it as it explained that her parents had taken Hermione to Diagon Alley for school supplies. Hurt, anger, confusion and a million other of emotions raged inside of her as she ripped the note to pieces. Persephone ran to her room as tears burned their way down her cheeks. The following morning her parents found her asleep on her bed, still in costume and red puffy eyes. Realizing their mistake, her parents and Hermione apologized profusely. Even though she easily whispered the words, Persephone knew that she never really forgave them.
Dance was the only thing she was really proud of; Hermione had her magic and she had her ballet shoes. Although when she wasn't even recognized for what she had a passion for, it tore her apart. From then on she became more and more resentful to those who she called family.
Suddenly, that same year, her family got a letter from her school; Hogwarts. They were absolutely shocked and worried to death when they heard she was 'petrified'. Dumbledore arranged for herself, and her parents to come visit Hermione once she was out of her frozen state. No matter how much Hermione had upset her, Persephone still loved her very much. As they approached the school, Persephone watched in shock as she walked down the halls; observing the talking paintings, ghosts, and students creating magic as they skipped down the corridors.
Persephone wanted to go there so very badly, she wanted to be apart of the magic! She could only imagine what it was like to live in a castle like this, and to have powers. Hermione seemed to have it all, although she quickly put those thoughts aside as she looked upon her sister's frail form in the hospital bed. They visited as Persephone regained her role as supportive sibling as she keep Hermione company and wished her well.
The moment Hermione arrived home from Hogwarts, Persephone soon found herself non-existent. Her fourteenth birthday was a weak celebration with mandatory cards from her family and few presents; her parents barely noticing she was even there. It seemed that when Hermione was there, everything revolved around her, and the moment she left, her parents forgot they had another child.
As Persephone entered eight grade, Hermione left for her third year of Hogwarts. Persephone grew tired of being ignored and pushed around, that year she decided to create an identity for herself. Since she wasn't nearly as perfect as Hermione, she decided to be the exact opposite. Without her parents permission, she died her bushy, brown hair pitch black and decided to streak her hair and bangs electric blue; that made her icy blue eyes stand out wonderfully.
Her parents were absolutely shocked to see her transformation, and instantly hated it; giving Persephone the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of them. She decided to go further as she pierced her eyebrow, painful, but she absolutely loved it. Her parents almost had a heart attack, although Persephone thought that the two weeks grounding was worth it.
Of course with her new look came a new wardrobe; she wore what she wanted. At school kids labeled her different things: emo, goth, punk, you name it she was called it. Then again her carefree attitude ignored those who were ignorant enough to make up rumors about how she cut herself and made other stupid choices. Although her friends knew her true self, and that was enough for her.
When Hermione returned from her third year, she looked upon Persephone's transformation with disgust. As fights and insults grew frequent, until their relationship as sisters was completely torn apart. Hermione never spoke to her unless necessary, and never mentioned her. Persephone took pleasure in her cruel and sarcastic remarks, as if she was making Hermione feel as she had those many years. Now this is where it has gotten her, alone in a kitchen at fifteen years of age; while her sister returned home from her sixth year of Hogwarts.
Persephone polished off the sugary marshmallows, as she went upstairs and plopped on her bed. She lazily switched on the television as she grabbed her sketch book and started drawing random pictures. She felt a vibrating from her pocket, she quickly pulled out her cell phone and answered.
" Hello?"
" Hey, it's Sam." A male voice emanated from the speaker.
" I know who you are Sam." She answered irritably, to her best friend of four years.
" Whoa, sorry, someone's grump today." He mocked.
" Well, mum and dad went to go pick up Hermione." She answered.
" Oh, sorry about that." He answered, he knew of Persephone's feelings toward her sister.
" So are you home alone?" Sam asked.
" Yeah." She answered, bored.
" Why don't you come over and we'll go to a movie or something." He asked.
" Alright, fine. Just give me a few minutes to get ready." She answered after a brief moment of thinking.
" Fine, but don't take forever." He whined, before Persephone gave a laugh and with a click, ended the conversation.
Persephone styled her black and blue hair as she gelled her blue bangs over her right eye. She then put on her black undershirt, as a blue corset that matched the color of her hair, was laced over it. She then put on a pair of plain straight legged jeans and her baby blue converse. Then completed the outfit with silver hoop earrings. She quickly applied blue eyeshadow, and heavy blue eyeliner; then putting on lots of black mascara that made her lashes stand out dramatically.
The sound of the doorbell brought her downstairs as she grabbed her cellphone, and jacket. She answered the door to see Sam there, dressed in a simple black shirt, hiding his chiseled abs from working out, and a regular pair of blue jeans. His shaggy brown hair falling into his turquoise eyes.
" You said you wouldn't take forever." He mocked, giving her a hug.
" Whatever, how did you get here?" She questioned.
" New car!" He said proudly, showing off his new black mustang; one of the perks of befriending a rich sixteen year old.
" Jesus! How much did it cost!?" Persephone asked.
" I don't know, my parents didn't tell me." He answered as Persephone observed it more closely.
" You ready to leave?" He asked.
" Yeah, just let me get my jacket and key." She said running into the house, as she quickly scribbled where she was going on a note, before taping it on the fridge.
" Alright, I'm ready." She answered, after locking the door.
They went out to the local movie theater as they took their seats in a cheesy horror movie; that always gave them a good laugh. As the movie progress, Persephone felt a familiar vibration from her pocket as she excused herself to the bathroom.
" Hello?"
" Persephone?" A familiar voice questioned.
" Hello, mum." She answered.
" We got your note and just wanted to make sure your alright." She replied.
' That's weird, they actually care for once.' She thought to herself.
" Well, Hermione can't-can't stay h-here over the summer." Her mother's voice said, as she could hear her sniffling in between words.
' Oh, that's why, they want to talk about Hermione.' She thought.
" What?" She asked, once she processed what she was told.
" We'll talk a-about i-it once y-your h-home." She hiccuped.
" I'll be home soon, bye." Persephone answered bitterly, ending the conversation.
She didn't need this right now, here she was having a great time with Sam, who she had developed certain feelings for, and her sister just had to ruin it! Why couldn't she just let her enjoy one night to herself? Just one night, that's all she asked for. Deciding to put off the unwanted conversation with her parents, she went back in the theater and enjoyed the rest of the movie.
Once the movie was over, Persephone and Sam went out for a bite to eat and then decided it was time for Persephone to get home. Sam seemed tense as he drove, as his hand shook nervously on the steering wheel.
" Are you alright Sam?" Persephone asked, eying his condition.
" Err, well, there's something I need to tell you, and I don't know how to say it." He answered honestly, parking a few blocks away from her house.
" Yes?" She asked, her stomach jumping into her throat.
" Well, there's this girl." He started slowly.
" I- I really fancy her." He stuttered.
" Who is it?" Persephone asked, heat rising to her cheeks.
" Well, we've been mates for a while."
' Oh my god!' Persephone squealed to herself.
" Alright, I'll just say it." He took a deep breath as Persephone nodded.
" Jamie and I are dating!" Sam said happily.
Jamie was Persephone's mate, her, Sam and Jamie we're always together. Although to hear that he liked her, it was just really hard to hear; if she was a complete stranger at least she wouldn't have to see them, but Jamie? Persephone sat there in silence, it felt as though a bucket of ice cold water was dumped over her head; waking her from her daydream.
" Congratulations!" She said with a fake smile, trying to swallow the burning lump in the back of her throat.
" Thanks." He smiled, letting out a breath.
" Jamie had no idea how you we're going to handle it." Sam said, practically jackhammering her heart.
" Well, okay, great, I have to go." She stuttered, as she quickly got out of the car, and started down the street.
" Wait! Persephone!" Sam called, as she heard the engine spring into life behind her.
" Let me take you home!" He said driving up next to her.
" I'm fine, my house is only a block away." She answered, her hair hiding the tear at the corner of her eye as she continued on.
" Persephone! Stop!" He said parking the car, catching up to her on foot.
" Persephone!" Sam demanded, as he grabbed onto her arm.
" I SAID I'M FINE!" She screeched, as she turned around to face him; tears silently leaking down her cheeks.
Sam was left speechless at her outburst, and instantly knew how she felt; looking upon the tears. He instinctively reached out to her. Persephone stepped out of his reach, turning before sprinting off down the street. Persephone ran down a couple of blocks before a burning in her abdomen made her slow down. She quietly resumed her rout home, as her tears were reduced to ragged breathes. Thoughts of her friend's betrayal occupying her buzzing mind.
She rounded the corner to her street as she looked for her familiar house. Persephone's eyes widen as she saw a green skull hovering over her house. Before she could move she heard a woman's scream from inside as green light flashed throughout the house.
How did you like it? Now, don't get me wrong, Hermione is one of my FAVORITE characters; I just thought it would be interasting to see if there was someone who didn't like her , especially a family member as close as a sibling. I know it's only the first chapter, but please review! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!? Helpful criticism is welcomed! Thanks!