Ok chapter 1! I should be posting at least once a week, and I'm a bit new at this so reviews are highly anticipated! If you have any thoughts, good or bad, let me know! And of course, I don't own Harry Potter.
Hermione rushed into the bathroom, eyes shining, her S.P.E.W. collection tin rattling in her hands. She sat in the middle stall, biting back tears and trying not to remember three years ago, when she sat in the very same stall and was attacked by a gargantuan mountain troll.
Back when Ron and Harry were on my side, she thought bitterly.
Not that this was quite as drastic as that instance. She would definitely prefer their help against a troll than in her Society, but she just wished someone would help in her battle for social justice! And they call themselves Gryffindors, psh!
The injustice done to those poor house elves threatened to overwhelm her. Slave labor, she thought, cruel, unrelenting slave labor. Not even the teachers would support her. So much for being their favorite student. Hermione even suspected that some of them had elves themselves; it certainly wouldn't surprise her to find that Professor Snape had been keeping small creatures oppressed in some dark, dingy basement somewhere, folding his socks and cleaning his cauldrons. It was sickening. Repulsive. Why was she so alone in this? It was one thing with the boys: say as they would that they were her friends, she knew their affection for her had a limit. She just frankly wasn't cool or fun or good enough to warrant their full attention. Ron would never approach a subject so sensitive as this, and Harry had a easy way out by taking Ron's side. That was the problem: no one wanted to confront the issues. It was too uncomfortable to know that they had indirectly been oppressing their fellows their entire lives. And it sure didn't help when those being oppressed had no desire for a revolution.
Hermione took a few minutes to collect herself; she resolved she would find people who cared, make them care. She stashed her tin in her bag, smoothed her hair uselessly in the mirror, and marched with straight-backed pride to Charms.