Chapter One: Open Wounds
In the dark with the music on
Wishing I was somewhere else
Taking all your anger out on me, somebody help
I would rather rot alone
Then spend a minute with you
I'm gone, I'm gone
"What? No! I can't believe this!" Hermione cried as she gripped the paper in her hands.
"What's wrong, Herms?" asked George.
Hermione looked up with teary eyes. "I'm moving..." she whispered.
"Well what's so horrible about that?" asked Ron.
"Yea, what part of England?" asked Ginny.
"The non existent part, Ginny."
"What?" asked Ron as he took a bite out of his toast.
"America. I'm moving to America....
And you can't stop me from falling apart
'Cause my self-destruction is all your fault
"Hermione, darling, cheer up. You're going to love Harper's Island. And you can still go to Hogwarts. You'll just have to floo to the Weasley's first." said Hermione's mother.
"Yeah, you'll still be able to talk to you're friends. And once we're settled, they can come stay the summer." said her father.
Hermione shouldered her backpack and started down the ramp.
"Hermione, honey..." Hermione's mother turned her around and placed her hands on her shoulders.
Hermione moved away and started walking down the dock, when she felt someone grip her wrist and painfully spin her around. "You listen to us when we're talking to you, Hermione." said her father.
The two fishermen who were chopping the heads off fish stopped their work and watched Hermione and her father, incase they had to step in. Hermione pulled away and stepped back a few feet.
How could you, how could you, how could you hate me?
When all I ever wanted to be was you?
How could you, how could you, how could you love me?
When all you ever gave me were open wounds?
"Don't bloody touch me." she ground out through clenched teeth. "No matter what you say, its not going to make this any easier. This isn't London, so stop trying to make me feel better."
"Honey, please, you need to understand..." started her mother.
"You move me away from my school, my friends, my entire life and everything I love without any warning and you want me to understand?" butted Hermione in disbelief.
"You want to know why we moved here?" said her father.
"Don't..." whispered her mother, but he ignored her.
"You. You're the reason we're here. You're not the only one who had to make sacrifices, you know. Your mother and I had to quit our jobs, sell the house and anything we could just to move here because of you!"
Downstairs the enemy sleeps
Leaving the TV on
Watching all the dreams we had turn into static
Doesn't matter what I do
Nothing's gonna change
I'm never good enough
"Oh of course. Blame your bloody mistakes on me! You always do, why should it be different here!" Hermione turned and started up the dock again.
"We moved here to keep you out of trouble so don't blame this on us!"
"And what bloody trouble would that be? Hmm?" Hermione asked as she spun around, fire in her eyes.
"What trouble? What trouble? We got letters almost every week telling us that you were sneaking out, breaking into closed corridors. Or that you were sneaking in the forest when you were supposed to be in class. Sneaking into restricted areas all over the school including a teacher's personal storage. Getting in fights with people from other houses, talking back, breaking locks, skipping detentions..."
"I don't do that shit anymore and you know it."
And you can't stop me from falling apart
'Cause my self-destruction is all your fault.
"YOU BLEW UP ONE OF THEIR TOWERS!" yelled her father. Hermione rolled her eyes and started back towards the mainland. "Yea, go ahead. Roll your eyes and don't bother listening to the truth. Walk away like you always do."
Hermione stopped walking and turned back towards her father who was standing in front of where the two fishermen were working. She walked back down to him so that she was less than a foot away from him and stared him in the eyes, with unblinking and angry glare.
"Bite me." she said. When he didn't say anything, she scoffed, gave him a disgusted look and walked away down the marina.