Sombody to Take Comfort in - Chapter one

DAILY ROUTINE

Flashback

He and his father stared at each other for what seemed to be forever.


"Blaise, the Dark Lord, he is more powerful than you can ever imagine. You WILL join him."

"But, Father, you always taught me to stay neutral in any situation until I know which side I chose. And I do not wish to be on either side. I want to remain neutral father."


"Blaise Anthony Zambini! I am sick and tired of this arguement! I am your father, you will do as I say! And by Merlin, Blaise, if you know what is good for you, you WILL join the Dark Lord!"

"No, Father, I will NOT! I do not believe in murdering innocent people, especially muggles. I do not see what is so bad about them. I do not wish to be killed for some... deranged idealist. I will would rather die, doing what my father taught me to! STAND UP FOR WHAT I BELIEVE IN! I refuse to get the Dark Mark, Father!"

"Then, my son, you leave me no choice. You dissapoint me."

And with that, Arturo Zambini shouted a loud, 'Crucio!' at his son, who easily dodged it. The young wizard began to duel his father, when the older male decided to cheat. The elder Zambini started throwing artifacts from around the room to hit Blaise, who was already suffering from multiple wounds caused from failing to jump to the side in time. Once Blaise had tired out, Arturo successfully hit him square in the chest with a Cruciatus Curse. After he took the curse off, Blaise's father, pulled Blaise up by the collar of his robes, through him out into the hall and spat on him saying, "You are no son of mine. Get out of here and never return. You can rot on the streets next to your precious Muggles for all I care!"

Blaise Zambini slammed the door so hard the whole room shook. He furiously stomped over to the french doors and wrenched them open to gain access to the grand balcony. If it not had been for the pouring rain, you would have noticed the tears that stainded his beautiful olive face. The reason for these tears is because his poor excuse for a father and him had just had a rather nasty argument. This arguement wasnt like the previous ones where he had ended up grounded or forced into some form of easy punishment. No, this one ended up with his disownment from his father.

' Who am I kidding! That... thing is not my father. My father was lost along time ago. The man who had gone against all of his beliefs, tried to get me to do the same, dueled with me, put the Cruciatus Curse on me, and then disowned me, was NOT my father.' Blaise thought

As the rain washed over his cuts and bruises he barely noticed the pain. He had become numb over the years. This was not the first time his father had beaten him with more than curses. The image played itself over and over again in Blaise's mind. He refused to join the Dark Lord.

His father had given him no choice. Blaise headed back in to start packing. He had no idea where he would go. He didnt know anyone who wouldnt tell his father, or any other death eater where he was. Well that wasnt completely true. He mused on the idea of going to Dumbledore. Sure the old bat, was a little bit odd when it came to acedemics. But he had always been there for Blaise when no one else was. He decided since it was late, he wouldnt bother the old professor tonight, he would talk to him tomarrow.

By now, Blaise was packed with all of his belongings, and had a plan. Now all he needed was to find a place to spend the night out of this storm. He threw a leg over his Nimbus 2002 and kicked off into the menacing night.

As he was flying, Blaise noticed a Muggle park with a bench underneath an awning . It looked like a picnic area that Muggles would sometimes go to. He guided his broom towards the bench figuring it would be as good a place as any other. He landed, shrunk his broom and stuffed it in his trunk, then fell asleep as soon as he laid himself out on the bench. Well, passed out would be a more appropriate term. Blaise Zambini passed out on the park bench due to the mass amount of blood he was losing every minute from his wounds.

Hermione woke to the buzzing of her alarm clock - it was 7:30 in the morning. She quickly got up and shut it off. Groaning as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she walked over to her huge window that took up most of the east wall of her room and opened the deep red curtains. She just stared out of the window for a few minutes, just studying the world around her, as was a habbit of hers.

She loved watching the people around her, one could notice so much more if you took a step back and just studied your surroundings. Every morning was the same for the neighbors cater-corner of her. The loving old couple would always sit on their front porch drinking coffee and watching the whole neighborhood wake up. Every morning the neighbors next to the old couple would go out to get the newspaper. And to Hermione's delight the new neighbors who had just moved in across the street two weeks ago had a boy.

Tyler Mors. He was 18, just a year older than her. He had bright blonde hair that was the messy type, like Harry's but this look suited Tyler. He had bright blue eyes, so gorgeous any girl would melt if he looked them in the eye. He was about 6' 6" contrary to her own 5' 7". Every morning, Tyler (whose room was directly across the street from Hermione's) would open his curtain to reveal him smiling at her in nothing but boxer shorts. And every day, she would almost fall over when she saw him. His abs were perfectly sculpted into a six pack. His arms were exquisitly shaped to look as if he worked out every day.

It was then that Hermione decided to leave the window to take a shower. As she contintued to follow her daily routine, she got dressed in some casual work out clothes. Just a simple pair of grey athletic shorts, which she rolled up twice to give her more flexibility, and a green cami that clung to her every curve. The young witch then tied her hair up in a ponytail, tied on her running shoes, and looked herself over in the mirror.

Hermione Granger deffinately changed over the summer. For one, her hair had straightend out some. Now instead of having a bushy, curley, mess, she only had less tangley hair that fell in gentle waves down her back. Another change was her figure. She had filled out quite well over the summer, and in all the right places too. She had curves and was proud of it. Hermione loved to show off her perfect hourglass figure, thus resulting in her final change - the way she dressed. She no longer dressed in oversized boys t-shirts, and un-flattering pants. No, now she wore skirts, shorts and tight fitting shirts. Hermione couldnt be more proud of the way she had turned out. Her only regret was that it hadnt happend sooner.

After making sure she looked decent enough to go out in public, Hermione made her way down to the kitchen to find a note left by her parents.

Hermione,

Your father and I have to work late tonight. We left some money for a pizza.

We love you very much and will hopefully see you before you go to bed.

Love, Mom and Dad

Hermione rolled her eyes. When were her parents not working late? She had gotten used to this over the years. She ate a peice of toast and drank a glass of Orange Juice then continued on with her daily routine. She grabbed her key off the table by the front door, went outside, locked the door and hid the key underneath the rug after making sure no one saw. After all of this she started jogging down the street.

She hadnt been jogging more than fifteen minutes when she came up to the park where she normally followed the trail that lasted for about forty-five minutes, when she saw a very peculiar sight. A boy, who seemed to be 17, was fast asleep on one of the park benches. This is not what caught her attention though. It was the fact that he was wearing wizarding robes that startled her. Upon looking at him, she figured she should have recognized him, because he should go to Hogwarts if he was a wizard. She decided to leave him there figuring he might have gotten drunk or lost and passed out on the bench and would go home once he woke up. She put the boy out of her mind and continued along the trail.

Later that night, around 8:45, Hermione got bored and decided to watch a movie. She turned on the television and looked through the pay-per-view movies. She found one that looked appealing, Donnie Darko, about a boy who is beset by visions of a monstrous rabbit which is trying to keep him under its sinister influence. She figured it would be interesting. She decided to call out for a pizza, seeing as the movie wouldnt start for about 15 minutes. When the pizza arrived and the movie starting, she sat on the couch, and watched the movie. During the movie, her parents arrived and said they had a rough day and where going straight to bed. Hermione muttered a goodnight to each of her parents, she was very into the movie. When the movie was over, she sighed, What a confusing movie, but it sure was good. she thought. She went to clean up the kitchen and put away the left over pizza. After that, she went upstairs to go to bed seeing as it was past eleven o' clock.

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A/N: Ok, well, that was hard work, I hope you enjoy. Please tell me what you think, good and bad, I am a new writer and hope one day to be able to write as good of Fanfiction as I read. And it might take a while to get chapter two writen but I am working on it: ) Please R&R! - BandCrayz