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characters belong to J.K Rowling, and don't I wish that I was her?
Prologue: Running Away
Hermione Granger sighed to herself as she sank down into the seat on the bus. She was leaving this place, going far away and she never wanted to look back. All of her life she had been confronted with people who would never know her secret, and perhaps that was a good thing. Did she really want them all to know how she suffered? Perhaps not. At one time she had considered, really considered, divulging her secret to her best friends, but something deep inside had stopped her. Was the showing of these scars really worth the pitying looks she would receive? She honestly wasn't sure and as she sat on the bus, numbly staring out the window and the fast passing scenery she felt as though her entire world was falling down around her. Trying not to let her hands shake too much, Hermione grabbed her bag and pulled it onto her lap. Fumbling slightly with the zipper she managed to finally open it. Lying atop her very few changes of clothing that she had grabbed in haste as she left was a picture of a man and woman. They were smiling and happy, and since it was a muggle picture, they stayed still staring into each others eyes. Hermione traced their images with her finger and tried to keep her tears from falling onto her hands as she covered her face. A sob escaped her and she quickly suppressed her need to cry as she shoved the picture deep into her bag so she would not have to look at it in the near future. They were so happy once, what had happened? She thought turning to look out the window once again. Hermione slowly brought a hand to her face and let her fingers skim the dark bruise marring her cheek briefly. She watched her reflection in the glass and then closed her eyes on the image. One day she would forget the pain. One day the scars would heal. But as she found herself opening her eyes to once again stare at her bruised face she knew it would be a long journey and that somewhere along the way she would have to find someone that she could turn to and confide in. She just didn't know who.
Author's Note: Please read and review. Let me know if you like it or hate it. And it will get more interesting, and yes this is a D/H fic, he just hasn't entered the story yet. It may take a while for him to, so please be patient!
Prologue: Running Away
Hermione Granger sighed to herself as she sank down into the seat on the bus. She was leaving this place, going far away and she never wanted to look back. All of her life she had been confronted with people who would never know her secret, and perhaps that was a good thing. Did she really want them all to know how she suffered? Perhaps not. At one time she had considered, really considered, divulging her secret to her best friends, but something deep inside had stopped her. Was the showing of these scars really worth the pitying looks she would receive? She honestly wasn't sure and as she sat on the bus, numbly staring out the window and the fast passing scenery she felt as though her entire world was falling down around her. Trying not to let her hands shake too much, Hermione grabbed her bag and pulled it onto her lap. Fumbling slightly with the zipper she managed to finally open it. Lying atop her very few changes of clothing that she had grabbed in haste as she left was a picture of a man and woman. They were smiling and happy, and since it was a muggle picture, they stayed still staring into each others eyes. Hermione traced their images with her finger and tried to keep her tears from falling onto her hands as she covered her face. A sob escaped her and she quickly suppressed her need to cry as she shoved the picture deep into her bag so she would not have to look at it in the near future. They were so happy once, what had happened? She thought turning to look out the window once again. Hermione slowly brought a hand to her face and let her fingers skim the dark bruise marring her cheek briefly. She watched her reflection in the glass and then closed her eyes on the image. One day she would forget the pain. One day the scars would heal. But as she found herself opening her eyes to once again stare at her bruised face she knew it would be a long journey and that somewhere along the way she would have to find someone that she could turn to and confide in. She just didn't know who.
Author's Note: Please read and review. Let me know if you like it or hate it. And it will get more interesting, and yes this is a D/H fic, he just hasn't entered the story yet. It may take a while for him to, so please be patient!