Found You
A/N: Just to inform everyone reading, pretty much the whole story is set back in a flashback.
A/N: This story is rated R for explicit langue, drug use, and future sex scenes.
Hermione sat down on her bed, like she did every night after a long day of fun; she was so happy to have this new found fun, it was a fun she had never been introduced to in her life. Tilting her head towards where she heard a shout she came across a picture of Tiffany and her. Just seeing that picture every night brought back the first time she heard of Tiffany.
Begging
"Mom!" Hermione dove under bed looking for her slippers. As she sat on the ground her mother quickly entered the room.
"Yes dear?" Smiling her mother strolled over to her; the information just filled her head with so many positive thoughts of things to come.
"Where are my slippers? I am supposed to buy the same for Lavender before school starts and I want to know the brand."
"I think they are down stairs dear. But I have some wonderful news for you to hear!"
"Well then, go ahead and tell me mother."
"Today, I was reading the Daily Prophet, you know the Weasley's send all of theirs from their week to us each week- so any how, I happened to come across, on the front, this." She held up the paper, a picture of a blond girl wearing tight dark blue denim low riders, black thong, glass stilettos in her hands, and a black tube top walking towards a car. The article read From Hogwarts To Jail.
"Right; but mother how does that involve my life?"
"Because, the last name of the girl happens to be Parcalen."
"So that is Aunt Sofia's daughter? How come I never met her?" Hermione quickly glanced at the picture once more, the girl in the photo looked an awful lot like herself; of course except from her golden blond locks.
"Dear, your father and I never told you this, but you have a...a twin sister. Her name is Tiffany Parcalen; she ran away when she was three; Sofia called us and said she came there. So when we drove up she wouldn't leave with us, she said she would tell her 'husband's' daddy that we hit her so she could live with your aunt, but we never hit her. Sofia offered to take her in till she was older, but the age of 16 she was given the choice to come home. Your aunt called, told us she can no longer handle Tiffany, she was an out of control child and she needed us to take her in, so your father has headed down to pick her up from jail, and we are to go gather her things from aunt Sofia's home."
Hermione's jaw dropped so fast and hard that it nearly popped off. Her parents had never lied to her in her whole life, and out of no where her mother explains she has a twin sister who has lived with her favorite aunt, another involved with the vicious lie, since she was three years old, "A what?"
"Just change quickly, well now that I take a longer glance that will do. Hurry up, Sofia's says this girl has a lot."
"This girl?! She is your fucking daughter bitch!"
"Hermione Granger! You will not speak to me like that, now get in the car."
Tiffany sat in the room with her parents and sister; those little prick. The god damned Brit's and English fuckfaces. She had lived perfectly fine back at fucking Sofia's pad, why hell did she need to come with these motherfuckers?! She hadn't seen them since she was three any way, and now since it was her sixth year she has to live with her fucking parents; fuck this "I am going out."
"Well; where are you going? It's not like you live here any way?" Hermione grunted under breathe.
"Any where to get away from you screwed up motherfuckers!"
"You don't even know us! Jesus just cause you grew up in America doesn't make you any better, it makes about 12 times worse you little skank."
"Call me a skank again bitch I dare you to, I will fucking kill you!"
"Girls; shut your mouths, now go to your room." Their mother just had to step in. Tiffany actually never thought of her as her mother, but as that bitch that shot her out of her hole.
"Rooms" Hermione had to correct her ignorant mother, of course Tiffany was to get her own room, and there wasn't a way on earth she would spend a night in the same room with that screwed up skanky witch.
"Room. It is your sister's first night here; we couldn't get her one right away, what you have right now will do fine."
"Listen, I will sleep on the couch here, I am not sleeping with the Prissy Princess, thank-you very much."
"What did you just call me?"
"The Prissy Princess!"
"I am no Prissy Princess."
"Right; that's why you haven't even hit second base."
"Oh please."
"Shut-it you two! There is a week left of summer before you two are back to Hogwarts, now cant you two get along for that little time, for your father and me."
"I owe you nothing, Sofia raised me; so don't pull that shit on me, cause you fuckfaced losers don't get squat from me, I will be back at Sofia's in a second flat, keep that in mind." Tiffany quickly stood from her seat near Hermione on the couch, pushing past her so-called parents; she quickly rushed into her 'new' room to search threw her things for something to wear to sleep. Of course she was going to be forced to sleep in the house so she didn't feel like fighting those fuckers; because she knew her limits, and they were to be broken, and every time a limit was broke, someone wasn't going to be waking up the next morning.
Dear Harry,
Hello; I know I haven't written for a bit, but what I am about to tell you is important, and I think you must know. I found out horrid news earlier today; I have got my self a twin sister, her name happens to be Tiffany Parcalen, you can find her on the front page. Yup, I have got my self a dug using, alcohol drinking, over man fucking twin sister. I happen to have a tad more bad news; I wont be spending this week with you and Ron, turns out I am to stay here with this 'psychotic case' for the whole week, I have yet to find myself a stay standing. Well I must be going, I think Tiffany just woke up and I am not in the mood to cross with her.
Love always,
Hermione
It was the last day she was to spend at the retched house, so Tiffany felt she needed to get out, get a little energy killed; something, "Out..."
"No, you are to stay here."
"What? What the fuck is wrong with you fucking pussys?! I have always hated you; why else do you think I fucking ran?" By slamming the door to her room Tiffany drew the attention of a packing Hermione.
"Why on earth are you such a bitch about every bloody thing?" Hermione looked up from the folding of her shirts.
"Oh why the fuck do you want to know? Like you seriously give a shit, you couldn't fucking even remember me, I left when were fucking three and you know what they fucking hardly cared, they didn't put any effort in getting me to come home, so I stayed with Sofia! For fucks sake, they don't even care about my well being, but I am not allowed of this FUCKING HOUSE; so I don't need you up my ass. Fucking fine with you?"
"All right, well I just wanted to get a tad bit acquainted with my own twin."
"Well if you are so interested in getting acquainted with your twin, hire one to be your own, I am sure in your mind they will do a hell of a lot better. Of course every in the magic world thinks they are a higher class then you since they all live fucking here! Well it is their fucking problem; because I would rather dress like a fucking whore then a up-tight, bug up the ass, prick like you fuckers!"
"Ok, maybe I was wrong to try. Listen just because you have built up anger from being not socially accepted..."
"I am sorry; I am not socially accepted in your kind of class. I run with a different crowd, if you haven't noticed. I do drugs, I dink beer, I cut myself, I have sex with so many guys I lost track after 54, and I happen to have not have a real friend; but I still find myself to be popular with my crowd, so lets skip socially accepted, because lets remember I don't want to be a proper fuck like you." Tiffany sat down on the bed, starring at Hermione, who had fully stopped with what she was doing and sat on the bed also.
"My God! How long have you lived like this?"
"I started to do drugs when I was 8, but that was accidental, but addictive. I began to have sex as soon as I got my period, I started to cut when I was 12, and I have been drinking ever since I could reach the counter of Sofia's house."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me?"
"No; I don't not lie about my life."
"Well...would you take it all back if you were given a chance?"
"I have had that chance ever since I found out I was a fucking witch. So you tell me the answer to that question."
"But why not?"
"Oh please, never heard of the Butterfly Effect? Ashton Kutcher...ring any bells? You fuckers here are some serious fuckwits." Tiffany rubbed her eyes and lied down, pulling Hermione's covers over her freezing cold shoulders. She yawned softly waiting to here what Hermione had in store for.
"Oh Tiffany, you act like we are perfect. Well let me let you in on a little secret of mine; I hate my life." Hermione lied down next to her sister, facing the other wall as she pulled the other side of the blankets over her.
"What on earth is there for you to hate of your life, you happen to be dating the famous Harry Potter shouldn't that be enough."
"Well to you, sure it would be. But for me boys aren't the complete closure on my life."
"Oh fine. Look we better sleep, I mean your mother said we are to get up early."
"She is your mother too."
"Yeah right dear; she is dead to me. Hear that? DEAD TO ME!" The words echoed in Tiffany's head before she fell asleep aside by her own sister.
"Good dear my dears." Blowing her kisses to her two daughters wasn't a pain for her at all as she quickly stowed back into her car.
Tiffany quickly stoke up her middle finger in the air, as she screamed aloud, "Fuck off."
"Aren't you just great? Come now, we should get situated on the train before; well you know they leave with out us. Unless you want to sit with your friends; Hermione looked at Tiffany with a slight satisfaction.
"No I will sit with you. Now come on." Tiffany grabbed her sister's hand, placed on the other side of the trolley and ran for dear life.
"Hermione!" The shout of Harry's voice rang threw the whole train, causing each head to make a ripple affect by leaning into the hall way. Not caring he ran right for Hermione, to be met half way by her.
Entering the train to see Harry and Hermione still got Ron each time. HE quickly turned away, but couldn't help but look back. As he tried his hardest he happened to steer his direction to a girl, with a quite adorable sulky look on her face. If he didn't see Hermione and Harry standing in the middle of everything, he actually would have mistaken this one for his own best. Making his way slowly down towards the girl he felt a utterly pitiful kiss on the cheek stop him; Hermione would do that, just for pity on him.
"Loser, why don't you introduce me to your little fa- I mean friends." Tiffany giggled as she noticed the red headed boy gawking at her. But then again, she had always had a thing for red heads.
"Yes, come now you two. Tiffany and I have gotten us a place to stay for now. Hurry on before she swings into a violent mood swing."
"Heard that bitch." Tiffany picked up her plaid pajama pants, and slid into the carriage with her Cookie Monster slippers.
"Well Harry and Ron. This is my twin I wrote about; Tiffany." Hermione wasn't as embarrassed as she would have been 7 days ago to introduce her boyfriend to her skank twin.
"Oh writing about me eh?" Tiffany glanced humorously at Hermione, she then turned her soft gaze over to the red head; well Ron as she think she caught the name.
"I am sure she is pleasured to meet you both. Right Tiffany?"
Pleasured, oh yes she was; pleasured is something she can happen to become with most hott ones. "Oh, yeah, sure I am. Wait Hermione, this is that Ron kid, you used to like and happens to be the poor one who lives with a whole fucking lot of...well I happen to not speak with you terms so I will keep with nasty ass people?"
Hermione's eyebrows rose, she forgot she had mentioned that to Tiffany. Quickly she nodded her head in disagreement, "No, you must have been thinking of Eva."
"Right; no wait, couldn't have, I have gotten high for a week now, seems like a year though."
Ron's eye shifted from Hermione to Tiffany, then back to Hermione. Quickly he rose from his seat, leaving the room in abundance searching for an empty carriage soon to be found.
"I will go get him." Harry began to stand up.
"No hero boy you have done plenty for us little people. I have a feeling he doesn't want to see either of you any way, so I will bring him his bags." Tiffany pulled down his bags, she began to carry them off when she heard a mumbling come from a room. From what she had heard of Ron's voice, she assumed it was him so she quickly went into the carriage to find none other then Ron, "Look I brought you your things, incase you weren't really interested in coming on back."
Ron starred at her for a moment then went back to his muffled murmuring.
Tiffany sat across from Ron, looking him straight in the face, "Life can be one motherfucking bitch, am I right?"
"Yes..."
"So how did it feel to find out Hermione was dating Harry, your own best friend?"
"It felt bloody horrible."
"Like you had nothing to do? Did you just want to scream your lungs out and rip all you hair off your head."
"Yes."
"Ron, I know I may not be one you would like to talk to about this but, I was wondering, you ever do drugs?"
"No."
"Ever drink."
"Yeah."
"Cut yourself."
"No."
"Fuck some one?"
"Yes."
"Two things in common! Well I know I happen to not be, little Miss. Perfect, but I have my good days, so far one is turning out to be one, so I wanted to know if you were interested in making a new friend, perhaps me?"
"Well, since I met you on a good day, and you happen to be sweet and so far funny, I think I would. But have you ever done any of the things you asked me?"
"Yes every one of them."
"So you have cut you self?"
"Yes, look closely at my arm. You can still see the marks, I haven't for a while now, but I once was hospitalized for it, I am surprised you didn't read that in the nasty article about me."
"I did, but I thought it would be nicer to hear it come from you."
Tiffany smiled; she spent the next several hours talking with Ron alone. In those seven hours she grew attached to him. Finally, found herself a real friend. A real friend.
A/N: Just to inform everyone reading, pretty much the whole story is set back in a flashback.
A/N: This story is rated R for explicit langue, drug use, and future sex scenes.
Hermione sat down on her bed, like she did every night after a long day of fun; she was so happy to have this new found fun, it was a fun she had never been introduced to in her life. Tilting her head towards where she heard a shout she came across a picture of Tiffany and her. Just seeing that picture every night brought back the first time she heard of Tiffany.
Begging
"Mom!" Hermione dove under bed looking for her slippers. As she sat on the ground her mother quickly entered the room.
"Yes dear?" Smiling her mother strolled over to her; the information just filled her head with so many positive thoughts of things to come.
"Where are my slippers? I am supposed to buy the same for Lavender before school starts and I want to know the brand."
"I think they are down stairs dear. But I have some wonderful news for you to hear!"
"Well then, go ahead and tell me mother."
"Today, I was reading the Daily Prophet, you know the Weasley's send all of theirs from their week to us each week- so any how, I happened to come across, on the front, this." She held up the paper, a picture of a blond girl wearing tight dark blue denim low riders, black thong, glass stilettos in her hands, and a black tube top walking towards a car. The article read From Hogwarts To Jail.
"Right; but mother how does that involve my life?"
"Because, the last name of the girl happens to be Parcalen."
"So that is Aunt Sofia's daughter? How come I never met her?" Hermione quickly glanced at the picture once more, the girl in the photo looked an awful lot like herself; of course except from her golden blond locks.
"Dear, your father and I never told you this, but you have a...a twin sister. Her name is Tiffany Parcalen; she ran away when she was three; Sofia called us and said she came there. So when we drove up she wouldn't leave with us, she said she would tell her 'husband's' daddy that we hit her so she could live with your aunt, but we never hit her. Sofia offered to take her in till she was older, but the age of 16 she was given the choice to come home. Your aunt called, told us she can no longer handle Tiffany, she was an out of control child and she needed us to take her in, so your father has headed down to pick her up from jail, and we are to go gather her things from aunt Sofia's home."
Hermione's jaw dropped so fast and hard that it nearly popped off. Her parents had never lied to her in her whole life, and out of no where her mother explains she has a twin sister who has lived with her favorite aunt, another involved with the vicious lie, since she was three years old, "A what?"
"Just change quickly, well now that I take a longer glance that will do. Hurry up, Sofia's says this girl has a lot."
"This girl?! She is your fucking daughter bitch!"
"Hermione Granger! You will not speak to me like that, now get in the car."
Tiffany sat in the room with her parents and sister; those little prick. The god damned Brit's and English fuckfaces. She had lived perfectly fine back at fucking Sofia's pad, why hell did she need to come with these motherfuckers?! She hadn't seen them since she was three any way, and now since it was her sixth year she has to live with her fucking parents; fuck this "I am going out."
"Well; where are you going? It's not like you live here any way?" Hermione grunted under breathe.
"Any where to get away from you screwed up motherfuckers!"
"You don't even know us! Jesus just cause you grew up in America doesn't make you any better, it makes about 12 times worse you little skank."
"Call me a skank again bitch I dare you to, I will fucking kill you!"
"Girls; shut your mouths, now go to your room." Their mother just had to step in. Tiffany actually never thought of her as her mother, but as that bitch that shot her out of her hole.
"Rooms" Hermione had to correct her ignorant mother, of course Tiffany was to get her own room, and there wasn't a way on earth she would spend a night in the same room with that screwed up skanky witch.
"Room. It is your sister's first night here; we couldn't get her one right away, what you have right now will do fine."
"Listen, I will sleep on the couch here, I am not sleeping with the Prissy Princess, thank-you very much."
"What did you just call me?"
"The Prissy Princess!"
"I am no Prissy Princess."
"Right; that's why you haven't even hit second base."
"Oh please."
"Shut-it you two! There is a week left of summer before you two are back to Hogwarts, now cant you two get along for that little time, for your father and me."
"I owe you nothing, Sofia raised me; so don't pull that shit on me, cause you fuckfaced losers don't get squat from me, I will be back at Sofia's in a second flat, keep that in mind." Tiffany quickly stood from her seat near Hermione on the couch, pushing past her so-called parents; she quickly rushed into her 'new' room to search threw her things for something to wear to sleep. Of course she was going to be forced to sleep in the house so she didn't feel like fighting those fuckers; because she knew her limits, and they were to be broken, and every time a limit was broke, someone wasn't going to be waking up the next morning.
Dear Harry,
Hello; I know I haven't written for a bit, but what I am about to tell you is important, and I think you must know. I found out horrid news earlier today; I have got my self a twin sister, her name happens to be Tiffany Parcalen, you can find her on the front page. Yup, I have got my self a dug using, alcohol drinking, over man fucking twin sister. I happen to have a tad more bad news; I wont be spending this week with you and Ron, turns out I am to stay here with this 'psychotic case' for the whole week, I have yet to find myself a stay standing. Well I must be going, I think Tiffany just woke up and I am not in the mood to cross with her.
Love always,
Hermione
It was the last day she was to spend at the retched house, so Tiffany felt she needed to get out, get a little energy killed; something, "Out..."
"No, you are to stay here."
"What? What the fuck is wrong with you fucking pussys?! I have always hated you; why else do you think I fucking ran?" By slamming the door to her room Tiffany drew the attention of a packing Hermione.
"Why on earth are you such a bitch about every bloody thing?" Hermione looked up from the folding of her shirts.
"Oh why the fuck do you want to know? Like you seriously give a shit, you couldn't fucking even remember me, I left when were fucking three and you know what they fucking hardly cared, they didn't put any effort in getting me to come home, so I stayed with Sofia! For fucks sake, they don't even care about my well being, but I am not allowed of this FUCKING HOUSE; so I don't need you up my ass. Fucking fine with you?"
"All right, well I just wanted to get a tad bit acquainted with my own twin."
"Well if you are so interested in getting acquainted with your twin, hire one to be your own, I am sure in your mind they will do a hell of a lot better. Of course every in the magic world thinks they are a higher class then you since they all live fucking here! Well it is their fucking problem; because I would rather dress like a fucking whore then a up-tight, bug up the ass, prick like you fuckers!"
"Ok, maybe I was wrong to try. Listen just because you have built up anger from being not socially accepted..."
"I am sorry; I am not socially accepted in your kind of class. I run with a different crowd, if you haven't noticed. I do drugs, I dink beer, I cut myself, I have sex with so many guys I lost track after 54, and I happen to have not have a real friend; but I still find myself to be popular with my crowd, so lets skip socially accepted, because lets remember I don't want to be a proper fuck like you." Tiffany sat down on the bed, starring at Hermione, who had fully stopped with what she was doing and sat on the bed also.
"My God! How long have you lived like this?"
"I started to do drugs when I was 8, but that was accidental, but addictive. I began to have sex as soon as I got my period, I started to cut when I was 12, and I have been drinking ever since I could reach the counter of Sofia's house."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me?"
"No; I don't not lie about my life."
"Well...would you take it all back if you were given a chance?"
"I have had that chance ever since I found out I was a fucking witch. So you tell me the answer to that question."
"But why not?"
"Oh please, never heard of the Butterfly Effect? Ashton Kutcher...ring any bells? You fuckers here are some serious fuckwits." Tiffany rubbed her eyes and lied down, pulling Hermione's covers over her freezing cold shoulders. She yawned softly waiting to here what Hermione had in store for.
"Oh Tiffany, you act like we are perfect. Well let me let you in on a little secret of mine; I hate my life." Hermione lied down next to her sister, facing the other wall as she pulled the other side of the blankets over her.
"What on earth is there for you to hate of your life, you happen to be dating the famous Harry Potter shouldn't that be enough."
"Well to you, sure it would be. But for me boys aren't the complete closure on my life."
"Oh fine. Look we better sleep, I mean your mother said we are to get up early."
"She is your mother too."
"Yeah right dear; she is dead to me. Hear that? DEAD TO ME!" The words echoed in Tiffany's head before she fell asleep aside by her own sister.
"Good dear my dears." Blowing her kisses to her two daughters wasn't a pain for her at all as she quickly stowed back into her car.
Tiffany quickly stoke up her middle finger in the air, as she screamed aloud, "Fuck off."
"Aren't you just great? Come now, we should get situated on the train before; well you know they leave with out us. Unless you want to sit with your friends; Hermione looked at Tiffany with a slight satisfaction.
"No I will sit with you. Now come on." Tiffany grabbed her sister's hand, placed on the other side of the trolley and ran for dear life.
"Hermione!" The shout of Harry's voice rang threw the whole train, causing each head to make a ripple affect by leaning into the hall way. Not caring he ran right for Hermione, to be met half way by her.
Entering the train to see Harry and Hermione still got Ron each time. HE quickly turned away, but couldn't help but look back. As he tried his hardest he happened to steer his direction to a girl, with a quite adorable sulky look on her face. If he didn't see Hermione and Harry standing in the middle of everything, he actually would have mistaken this one for his own best. Making his way slowly down towards the girl he felt a utterly pitiful kiss on the cheek stop him; Hermione would do that, just for pity on him.
"Loser, why don't you introduce me to your little fa- I mean friends." Tiffany giggled as she noticed the red headed boy gawking at her. But then again, she had always had a thing for red heads.
"Yes, come now you two. Tiffany and I have gotten us a place to stay for now. Hurry on before she swings into a violent mood swing."
"Heard that bitch." Tiffany picked up her plaid pajama pants, and slid into the carriage with her Cookie Monster slippers.
"Well Harry and Ron. This is my twin I wrote about; Tiffany." Hermione wasn't as embarrassed as she would have been 7 days ago to introduce her boyfriend to her skank twin.
"Oh writing about me eh?" Tiffany glanced humorously at Hermione, she then turned her soft gaze over to the red head; well Ron as she think she caught the name.
"I am sure she is pleasured to meet you both. Right Tiffany?"
Pleasured, oh yes she was; pleasured is something she can happen to become with most hott ones. "Oh, yeah, sure I am. Wait Hermione, this is that Ron kid, you used to like and happens to be the poor one who lives with a whole fucking lot of...well I happen to not speak with you terms so I will keep with nasty ass people?"
Hermione's eyebrows rose, she forgot she had mentioned that to Tiffany. Quickly she nodded her head in disagreement, "No, you must have been thinking of Eva."
"Right; no wait, couldn't have, I have gotten high for a week now, seems like a year though."
Ron's eye shifted from Hermione to Tiffany, then back to Hermione. Quickly he rose from his seat, leaving the room in abundance searching for an empty carriage soon to be found.
"I will go get him." Harry began to stand up.
"No hero boy you have done plenty for us little people. I have a feeling he doesn't want to see either of you any way, so I will bring him his bags." Tiffany pulled down his bags, she began to carry them off when she heard a mumbling come from a room. From what she had heard of Ron's voice, she assumed it was him so she quickly went into the carriage to find none other then Ron, "Look I brought you your things, incase you weren't really interested in coming on back."
Ron starred at her for a moment then went back to his muffled murmuring.
Tiffany sat across from Ron, looking him straight in the face, "Life can be one motherfucking bitch, am I right?"
"Yes..."
"So how did it feel to find out Hermione was dating Harry, your own best friend?"
"It felt bloody horrible."
"Like you had nothing to do? Did you just want to scream your lungs out and rip all you hair off your head."
"Yes."
"Ron, I know I may not be one you would like to talk to about this but, I was wondering, you ever do drugs?"
"No."
"Ever drink."
"Yeah."
"Cut yourself."
"No."
"Fuck some one?"
"Yes."
"Two things in common! Well I know I happen to not be, little Miss. Perfect, but I have my good days, so far one is turning out to be one, so I wanted to know if you were interested in making a new friend, perhaps me?"
"Well, since I met you on a good day, and you happen to be sweet and so far funny, I think I would. But have you ever done any of the things you asked me?"
"Yes every one of them."
"So you have cut you self?"
"Yes, look closely at my arm. You can still see the marks, I haven't for a while now, but I once was hospitalized for it, I am surprised you didn't read that in the nasty article about me."
"I did, but I thought it would be nicer to hear it come from you."
Tiffany smiled; she spent the next several hours talking with Ron alone. In those seven hours she grew attached to him. Finally, found herself a real friend. A real friend.
