Learning to Love
A/N: Hey hey! This is a new story because I just felt like doing this. I don't really know where this stuff is going but, I'll try to ACTUALLY update it. I might also update my first story seeing as how people are threatening to kill me if I don't...o.0 Ahem. Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, settings, and so on. These all belong to J.K. Rowling, not me, although I might have some of my own characters incorporated and the plot is mine. ALL MINE! =]
Chapter 1 – Sudden ChangesA piercing scream came from a room on the second floor of a muggle house in London in the depths of the night. Another agonizing shriek rang through the house. A young girl stood at the door of the room, her eyes widened in fear. She winced, as she watched the blood splatter, staining the things around them red. Shutting her eyes as tight as possible as she heard one last painful yell, before it slowly died away. Scared as she may be, she pried her eyes open, looking at the horrifying scene. There, right in front of her, lay a woman clothed in a grey t-shirt and yellow pajama pants and a shirtless man wearing only a pair of blue shorts, bloodstained on the floor.
Goblins.
She could see their lumpy olive skin and their large black eyes, their bony figures and their long stick-like fingers dragging on her parents flesh. Their yellow teeth drenched in blood and their black wire-like hair hung down on their necks. They were poorly clothed, yet they were still menacing. Their ears were pointed and millions of scars covered them. Stitches could be seen everywhere, as well as burn marks. Suddenly, before she could react, she felt their enormous eyes stare at her as they licked their parched lips with their long, thin tongue. She couldn't move, as they circled her. All she could do was stand there, paralyzed. Slowly, they closed in on her. Finally, she screamed with all she could, as if it would save the world. She kept on screaming, screaming for help, screaming for hope, until...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed a startled 17 year old girl, sitting straight up, her eyes wide in fear still breathing heavily. It had been 2 weeks since the parents of Hermione Granger passed away. Every now and then she would get these horrible nightmares and remember every vivid detail of her parents' death. Hermione slumped back down, sighing, before getting back up and off the bed. Her eyes gazed around the room she was staying in for now. Since her house had been destroyed by goblins, she couldn't stay there. So, she moved out and went to a muggle hotel. Snapping back from reality, she let her eyes gaze at the calendar. All of a sudden, she let out a scream! A scream of panic! TODAY WAS THE DAY SHE WAS GOING BACK TO HOGWARTS! She had totally forgotten about it! Quickly, she began to pack all her robes, books, parchments, ink, and some of her own clothes into the trunk. Also, this year she was made Head Girl. She didn't really wanna do it, but it would mean that she had her own dorm and could be alone at night. Stealthily, she hid a small silver gun in the side of her trunk. Ever since what happened this summer, she was always prepared to protect herself. She was no longer bubbly and always happy, but airy and dreamy. She opened up to no one and would always keep everything bottled up inside. Nothing could be done and she usually kept quiet, not commenting on anything, isolating herself from everyone else feeling that she no longer fitted in.
After finally finishing up, she hopped into the washroom to get ready. Grabbing a brush, she now started brushing her long metallic blue hair that cascaded down her back. During her extra time, she had straightened her hair out and highlighted it all too so it was no longer bushy. She had also gotten several piercings, her eyebrow, her nose, her bottom lip, her tongue, her belly button, and 8 in each ear. From all the sadness in the summer, Hermione thought she needed a way to relieve the pain, so she went and got some tattoos too. There was one that was on her back, an angel with one black wing who was crying bloody tears, creating a small pond of blood in front of her. On her left arm, she had a wilted black rose, and on her right arm, she had a large crucifix with silver chains wrapped all around it, a faint black glow surrounding the whole design. Stopping her train of thoughts, she took a quick shower and came out after completely drying herself. Once stepping out, she wore a black sleeveless shirt that clung tightly to her curves and ended right above her belly button, showing off her ring, and a pair of black low cut baggy jeans that were held up with a spiky black belt. After applying red mascara, black eyeliner, blood red eye shadow and a transparent steel blue lip gloss. Content with how she looked, she went back outside and grabbed a black wind jacket leaving the front casually unzipped. She pulled on a black wristband on either wrist, one that said 'West Coast Choppers' and the other with a design of a white skull on it. Then she took a black and silver choker and a silver chain with a medallion hanging on the end. Finally, she slipped on a ring with the devil on it and several others that were just large with the words 'Death' or 'Pain' or such on them. Finally grabbing a midnight blue pinky ring that had a crucifix on it, which matched her midnight metallic blue nails, she dragged her trunk out, only stopping briefly to pull on a pair of black combat boots.
Hermione crept silently out, dragging her trunk behind her, and made her way to Platform 9 ¾. As she made her way to the Platform, she could hear all the whispers from behind her. There were bunches of students saying their goodbyes and meeting up with their old friends. She searched the station for her friends Harry and Ron but she couldn't really see them. Then, she saw two familiar head in the crowd and slinked her way to them. She tapped him lightly on the shoulder with one of her fingers as she watched Harry turn around.
"Um, hi. I don't think I've seen you around here, can I help you?" he asked, honestly not knowing who it was. Harry was wearing a red t-shirt and a simple pair of blue jeans. Over the years he had grown up, his shoulders getting wider and he had a well defined sex pack. His hair was a little longer and always ruffled in a messy way. Harry's eyes were still as alluring, a beautiful shade of emerald green. The girl chuckled lightly and looked up at him. He tried to see if he could tell who she was through her eyes but she showed no emotions through her eyes. All he could make out was sadness, loss, pain. Everything else was blurred by her honey brown eyes. Wait...those eyes...I remember those eyes... Harry thought. Then the girl finally spoke out.
"Harry, you really don't remember who I am?" she asked airily. Her voice was soft and light, although no emotion could be heard in her words. They were just dreamy. Harry took a minute to think, before he registered who the girl standing before him was.
"MIONE?!" he yelled. At the nickname, Hermione growled. It reminded her too much of her parents, they used to call her that as well. Every time she heard it, the bloody scene would replay over and over again until she finally slumped down and gave up. Her eyes grew cold for a second, before remembering that Harry was here, so her eyes softened a bit.
"No need to yell Harry," she replied. Watching the shock on Harry's face somewhat amused her. "Where's Ron?" she asked. Before Harry could reply, a red-haired young man who was only a bit shorter than Harry ran up to them. It was Ron. He too had defined a six pack and broad shoulders. His hair was a duller shade of red and it was dangling around his face. He patted Harry on the back and turned to look at what he thought was a new girl.
"Hey mate, who's this?" he questioned. Harry then told Ron it was Hermione, which caused him the shriek like a girl. She winced a little a backed away slightly. Ron was clearly flabbergasted. Hermione shuffled her feet slightly, awaiting an answer from Ron, but he just kept on staring at her. Soon, she just gave up and poked Ron in the gut.
"Yes Ron, it's me, Hermione. Are you going to say anything anytime soon? 'Cause the train's leaving soon," she stated a matter of factly. Still, he stood there gaping at her, until they realized that most of the students had already boarded the train.
"Come on guys, let's go before the train leaves," said Harry. Hermione nodded and looked towards Ron. Sighing, she grabbed his arm and pulling him into the first free compartment they saw. Once settled inside, she waited patiently for them to start questioning her like hell about what happened to her in the summer.