Nothing but a freak.
Freak. Wrong. Evil. Demon.
She couldn't understand, she tried her best, didn't she? Her chores were always perfectly done, she was behaving, and she watched after herself so those things didn't happen. At least not as often.
That however didn't stop them. The ones the little girl should trust, the people that were supposed to love her. She tried to fight back when they pushed her out of her room, crying, begging.
"Please! Please, mom! I didn't mean to! I'll never do it again! Please!"
But they were scared every bit as she was, and the tears flowing out of the big brown eyes streamed down the cheeks. The little fists going against the car window, that wasn't her parents' car, and even if she didn't like her house or her parents the sight of them disappears behind the car made her terrified.
The car she was put into, the old woman driving it – that looked so much like a frog, small with a large goiter and a wrinkled scary face – seemed to send chills over her spine whenever her eyes were visible.
She kept crying almost choking on tears, the curled brown hair now glued to the girly red face. The pleadings dying at the same time the car did so.
"Get out."
The lady crouched and the girl did so as quickly as possible, leaving the car to stand in a crowded street, far, far away from home.
And the car went away. Without her.
The hours passed by, the night that came and went leaving behind only a little girl alone sitting in front of a store.
" How long have you been here, sweetie?"
" Where are your parents?"
" Are you lost?"
She dodged the questions numbly for a while. Just for a little while.
" You are alone. Aren't you?" She looked up, a tall woman, looking almost like a porcelain doll. Almost, the weird blue eyes – were they really blue? From what the girl could see they were more of a violet tone- and the 'I-am-much-better-than-you-and-your-little-insignificant-existence' stamped all over her face said different things.
That was when the girl lost it. The tears once again wash the filled pale face.
" Yea " She answered.
" Where are your parents?"
" Home."
" And why aren't you with them?"
The girl let out a poor sob.
" 'Cause they don't want me."
" Why wouldn't they?"
The girl was taken aback, the eyes scanned the woman upside down.
" I'm strange." Another sob " I'm a freak."
The black haired woman watched the girl low her head. It was there, shining, bouncing. And she could see, all around the project of person.
She got on her knees her hands forcing the girl face to look up.
" Tell me your name." That was an order.
The little brunette was in shock.
"H-Her… Hermione."
" Are you a freak, Hermione?"
She gulped.
" I… I am."
" Good. So am I."
" James! Come on, let's move!" The man sighed, there it was Lilian's full birthday planning mood.
If he could only travel in time and kill himself… Just a little bit.
" Come on Prongs!" Sirius shouted entering the room " Hide me." He whispered to James delight.
" She has it coming in your way too, doesn't she?" He asked in a serious tone.
"Completely Mental , that wife of yours." Sirius took a seat next to James . " Don't know how Remus can cope with it."
James chuckled.
" Moony doesn't have to take it for long. He can just use his furry little problem as an excuse and get out."
" That lucky bastard." Sirius muttered with a grin before standing up again " Your boys' birthday, shall we get going?"
James grinned.
" Is the red hurricane still out there?"
" I think so. But hey, someone NEEDS to save Prongs Jr. and Harry, right?"
" I think Harry and Tony will manage well without us."
" I think they will. Wanna play a round of Snap?"
" Only if you snick some fire whiskey in here for us."
" Who knew, eh Sirius, Moony might just come in hand today?"