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A/N: Well this is my new story, hopefully you guys will like it. Must likely there will be a sequel but no promises. Review so I know to keep going with this one. I have everything outline so pretty much I know where everything is going.
Chapter 1: Lucky Me
I gotta pose for the cameras
Even when my world's falling down
I still wear a smile
Lucky me
I sat there. I sat there motionless. It was hard for me not to remain as still as the statue I had become. I no longer ate. I no longer slept. Hell, I barely breathed. Those things were no longer a necessity. Now days I only did things that were deemed necessary.
But what truly is necessary anymore? I did not have the answer to that. Back then I thought I knew everything. I was sure if there was knowledge out there that I didn't have already, it would surely be mine shortly. Knowledge seemed to be one of my main concerns back then. Concerns? There were little now. I no longer concern myself with such trivial tasks.
Concerns were no longer necessary.
Then again nothing seemed necessary. Sigh. Necessary seemed like such a meaningless word. Hell, the word necessary no longer seemed necessary.
Nothing in this world seemed worth my time anymore. Life changes. Hell, life goes on with out you. Mine sure did. That day, the day my life changed forever, proved that life goes on. When he murdered my parents and took me away from my home, life still went on. When he deemed it necessary to mangle their already dead corpse right before my very eyes, life still went on. Funny thing life is. For it seems only so easy to destroy someone's life and deem them lifeless. Who truly cares whether you're destroying an entire family for your own personal gain? He sure didn't.
Life seemed to ignore me completely just like its partner in crime Time. Time? Time seemed against me, but then again it seemed to have forgotten me. Like a child who would forget their old toy when a shinier, new one arrives. Was I a forgotten toy? Had my friends missed me as much as I had them? Friends? The word made me laugh every time I thought of it. Our kind didn't have friends. We didn't need such trivial things.
I didn't need such trivial things!
I...well I did. In my other life... but this is not then. That was me. Hermione Granger, the smartest witch of her time, hmm I'm no longer that girl. She was bright. She was radiant. She craved knowledge. She needed it. She needed to prove herself worthy in her world. She had friends. She did trivial things like S.P.E.W. She had time! She had a life!
No! I was no longer that girl! I will never again be that girl! I despise that girl. She was my polar opposite. I need no one! She needed everyone! That girl was weak, while I radiant greatness. That girl...that pathetic girl no longer existed. She died the same day her parents did. The same way, a mangled forgotten corpse.
I smashed my arm into the desk as I stood up with great speed. How could I have gotten so worked up? I usually kept my calm. There I go again showing weakness. Why was I so weak? Why couldn't she just die? Why couldn't Hermione just go away? Why couldn't she stop rearing her ugly face into my business? Why?
No! I won't let this happen! I will not be weak. It's the day before my task and I would not fail! Sigh. I need to feed. Hunting always kept my mind off of these things.
I sighed again. That annoying human habit that is nigh impossible to be rid of. Completely unnecessary to do.
Today was going to be a long day. Then tomorrow an even longer day. There goes that malicious Time. Always ready to play with you but even more ready to forget you.
Tomorrow my mission would begin. Tomorrow I needed to be ready for what I was
to face. Tomorrow I would be heading back to that place. The one place Hermione Granger had truly felt at home, but that was the past. I despise that place! That place is
nothing to me. Nothing!
That place could burn down for all I care. Whether it be burning by the hands of my father, Lord Voldemort, or my hands…that place was doomed. That place seemed to draw me to it though, much like before. I wanted to go, better yet, I needed to go. Going back there became the one thing I need it to be.
I was heading back to Hogwarts.
It became necessary for me to go to Hogwarts.
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Sitting alone was easy for me, so the lone compartment was perfect for me. I had arrived at platform 9 3/4 earlier before any of the students would have gotten there. I wanted this compartment to my self. I needed it to myself. I needed to prepare myself for what was to come. I hadn't been around any normal people in a while. Our kind only used them for one thing and it was never small chatter.
I sighed. I would be successful. It was my destiny. My father did not accept failure and I would never give him the satisfaction of seeing me fail. I was one of father's most prized children, me and my brother Blaise.
Speaking of Blaise, he was supposed to be here as well. I hadn't seen my brother since his last mission. He had been very successful, so successful in fact that father had let all of us feast for a week because of Blaise's success. I dare say I missed my brother. He was the only thing in this dark world I truly needed.
I inhaled. I didn't need to but I wanted to. I heard it then, the shuffling as everyone began to file into the train. The laughter, one of the many things that made me sick of these disgusting children, filled my ears. I growled, how I hated this already and the train was barley filled.
I heard a group approach my compartment. The door slide open and to my surprise the group in the door was a group of first years. I inhaled again. Yep, they were first years, I could smell their fear. I could vaguely remember my first time on this train. I smiled at this, but it was not a smile of welcoming.
I snarled. I did not need to be distracted by such trivial memoirs. The first year boy in front of the group came forward.
"I'm sorry, we didn't know this compartment was occupied," the boy apologized and turned to his group. "We'll just leave." I nodded, there was no reason to be picking a fight with some children. They were not what I was here for and therefore no reason to take my anger out on them.
Had it been Potter, maybe... No this was no time to lose it again. He was not my main focus but he was someone I wanted to see. An hour passed, it had only felt like minutes. Then there was another knock on my door. The compartment door slide open again.
"Can we sit in here with you? All the other compartments are full?" asked a hopeful voice from the door. I did not have to look up to know who it was. Speaking of the devil. I looked up and saw four pairs of eyes on me. The group did not shock me until I glazed into the last members gray eyes.
Draco sodding Malfoy? What was he doing with the Boy Wonder and Company? I
didn't have time to press. I inhaled deeply for the last time before I invited them in with a small wave.
"Thanks" they all muttered in union except for Malfoy who only stared at me curiously . They took their seats, Weasley and Potter sitting across from me and Ginny and Malfoy sitting next to me. I pushed myself further against the window, I did not want to be close to them. Their scent was already invading my senses.
Ginny turned to me and extended her hand. " I'm Ginny, Ginny Weasley... and you are?" she asked as she looked at me curiously. Her eyes likely summing me up. I smirked. Same old Ginny. I did not extend my hand to shake hers and seeing my deficient nature she put her hand down.
"No introductions needed. I know who you all are." I mumbled before turning toward the window. " As for the name..." I faltered, should I tell them who I was? Hm I was not sure, but they would find out eventually.
"My name is Hermione Harmony Volturi." I looked then into all of their eyes and realization passed through each of their eyes. I was sure they had heard of the Volturi family.
I smirked. The look on their faces told the fears.
The Volturi family was the oldest most prominent family in all of Italy. We were all said to be very dangerous witches and wizards. Even legends are told of our family being vampires, but not the vampires of today. I laughed to myself, oh how alive legends could become, but there are always flaws in stories.
Malfoy continued to stare at me as the others cast their eyes away from me. I loved fear. It was one of the only ways to gain respect now days, father had been correct with his teachings. I caught Malfoy's stare and was drawn into his eyes. He seemed the most out of place in this compartment, even with my background.
Hm. I wonder? Why was Malfoy sitting with Potter and his Gang. My memories showed they hated each other but why now are they sharing a compartment? Had something happened during my absence? I would find out, but now did not seem like the appropriate time.
"Your name is Hermione, aye?" asked Ron looking up at me again. Surely he would question my first name of all things. Perhaps he was a complete fool, maybe he didn't know the origins of my surname. He was Ron after all and most of my memory showed him being an oaf.
"Yes, my name is Hermione. Something wrong with that?" I countered smirking. Of course I knew he was thinking of Hermione Granger, his once best friend. She had gone missing the previous year and I was sure all of them still mourned for her. I shook my head, they were fools.
Who mourns for someone who no longer exist? But they didn't know that, did they?
"No, its just that we had a friend named Hermione," replied Ron looking elsewhere. Harry's mood seemed to change, Ginny's as well, but the surprise was that Draco Malfoy even seemed to be a little sad. Why? He had no connection to my former self, why would he be sad for her misfortunes?
"I didn't know it was such a common name that we would ever hear it again." Oaf. Surly Hermione was a common name no where.
There was only one but she died a long time ago. The only reason why I even still claimed the name was because of father. I despise that name! I was sure he knew my feelings toward it but he was bent on calling me Hermione every
chance he got. I growled again. How I hated that name!
The other looked at me a little frighten by my growl, but I paid it no mind.
"Hermione Granger?" I questioned. Ron nodded and I smirked again. "Figured you lot would keep such company."
"What's that's supposed to mean?" yelled Harry standing swiftly, well swiftly for their kind. I did not move. It would take more then that to stir me up.
"I was merely saying that you all seem like the types to associate themselves with filth." I stated. Toying with their feelings would be fun. I knew this would rile them up and I stood up when Ron and Ginny stood as well.
"Hermione was not filth!" screamed Ginny reaching for her wand. Harry nodded.
"Hermione was more of a witch than you would ever be!" Harry continued their rant.
"You take that back!" Ron yelled coming toward me. I laughed. I laughed loudly, obnoxiously, this was entertaining.
"I will not take back the truth. And I'd put that wand away if I were you. You might hurt one of your friends." I said. This was going to get interesting.
"You! You know nothing about Hermione! Hermione was amazing! Hermione was bloody brilliant! Hermione was beautiful! Hermione was twice the witch you'd ever be!" countered Ron turning red from yelling. I hadn't even realized it till it was to late. I was moving and had him pined to the compartment door before anyone could blink.
"You know nothing!" I growled. I was losing control. I could feel it. I hadn't even been around them a whole hour and I had lost control. I growled again, pushing him hard against the door. " She was weak! She was pitiful! And she deserved to die the way she did!" I throw him toward Malfoy before the other could do anything and exited the compartment quickly.
Even though I'm so damaged
I gotta pick myself up and perform for the crowd
Lucky me
A/N Well there goes the first chapter. Hopefully I will get enough reviews and enough people showing interest for another update.