Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people or settings.
Warning: You may cry at some point.
I was never one to love fairy tales. They always upset me whenever I saw the princesses' small waists and beautiful faces. Or the dazzling princes in their rich coats and majestic shoulders. Nothing ever good would happen for the bad guys, and I'm sorry hun, that's just not the way life works. There is never a happy ending, because our life is still going. Thousands upon thousands of deaths, all ignored when the prince and princess are happily married to each other. Sorry to say, but this isn't going to be such a fairy tale after all. There are no "happy endings" to be told. You can't soften life. Hello, I am Hermione Granger, and this is where I leave you. You will experience that my life, didn't turn out too well after all...
Chapter 1
(( Hermione's P.O.V. ))
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I rolled over to the other side of my bed. God, how did I survive through this stupid alarm clock when I was younger?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I wish it would shut up.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
How do you turn that stupid thing off?
Beep. Beep Bee-
I turned my head towards the alarm clock. A man with bright, flaming hair was standing over me, holding it in his hand.
"Hey Ron," I mumbled, burrowing my head into my pillow. It felt so fluffy and warm. We were at my Mum's house for the weekend, so our kid's could see their grandparents before they moved to America. I could almost hear their voices now.
"America? Wow! I heard that's where the movie stars' live!"
"Can we visit you?"
My head lifted up slightly when Ron didn't answer. His eyes were gleaming with tears of sadness and pain.
"What's wrong, Ron?" I asked curiously. Though I knew I didn't want to know, because he rarely cried. But he just stood there, tears now streaming down his face quite rapidly. With his other hand, he shakily pulled out a piece of parchment from his left pocket. Handing it to me, Ron silently left the room.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I quickly hit the snooze and shut off the alarm. Reading the parchment, my eyes slowly welling up. I read,
Dear Mrs. and Mr. Weasley,
We are sorry to inform you that your good friend, Luna Scamander (father's surname: Lovegood), had past away from a horrible accident, along with her husband and one of her identical sons, Lorcan. We would like to ensure the safety of the other twin, Lysander, in your hands, for being, you are the god parents. Lysander will be sent to your home twelve o'clock noon on Wendsday afternoon, along with 15,000 galleons to care for the child. He is enrolled to go to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry for his second year, and is expected to have all items needed to attend classroom activities. Any sense of child endangerment will subject the child to be sent to Mr. Potter's home at sight.
Hoping you are well,
Bronwen Malfoy
My hands started shaking just like Ron's. Luna was dead. I had met her husband and twins, but knowing they were gone just killed part of my sanity. I crumpled the paper and threw it across the room. Screaming into my pillow, I broke down into sobs. Everyone I know dies before me. Why me? Why me why me why-
Ron came back into the room. His eyes dried, he sat next to me and hugged me close. I sniffled and pulled his shirt to my face.
"I told the kids," Ron said in a husky voice, "They love Lysander, it won't be too bad. The Ministry will send us a check every month to keep us in our budget."
I glared at him, and he sighed.
"I know, Luna. Harry is taking it hard too, don't be discouraged. She's gone to a better place then this shit-hole,"
I stayed silent. We just sat there, watching the Muggle clock tick by slowly.
Finally, my head lifted off Ron's shirt.
"Excuse me,"
My feet felt through the covers and onto the floor. The wood creaked beneath my feet while I walked slowly to the bathroom. Turning on the bath, I slipped my nightie off and waited for the water to fill. When it touched the brim, I sunk into the tub, washing away the tear stains on my face. The hot bath eased my muscles, and it felt especially good since my parents didn't turn the heater on... ever. My hair dampening slowly, I washed myself a little quickly.
After my bath, my hair (as always) sprung back its curls. I dried myself then put on a blue blouse along with partially-graying jeans. Walking out, coldness rushed over me again.
"Mum, Dad said that he's going to see Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. He wants to know if you want to come," Rose appeared from around the corner of the hallway. Her bright hair startled me slightly against the dank hallways. I took a moment to answer. I haven't seen them in such a long time, but then again, I was here to see my parents. I made up my mind.
"Um, sure. But I'm only staying an hour. Will you make sure Hugo doesn't get into any trouble?"
"Sure,"
I rushed to the front door, pulling on a coat as I stormed outside. Ron was waiting outside an alleyway.
"Coming?"
"Yes," I said breathlessly. We stumbled deep into the ally, and with a CRACK, we were out of site.