Depressed
By- Darkangelicdemon
Summary- Hermione commits suicide and is reincarnated years later. Born Emily Eliza Snape, how can the daughter of a spy help fight against you-know-who?
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. It completely sucks, I know.sigh. But I do own Brian, Joan, David, Daniel, also Sarah, Emily, Melody, Jake, and many others.
A/N- I might in later chapters have special guest like Daniel Radcliff and Tom Felton maybe even Tom Welling.
Okay what else. Oh yeah, my computer sucks and I'm suck with my evil pc until my graduation. author pulls an evil smile at the thought of eliminating her messed up pc. sigh so in light of that sometimes it will take me time to update chapters. Okay to the story
Do I blame her for bring me to this moment? Do I blame her for knowing our mother while I didn't to feel that sensation? Do I blame her for taking Brian, my Brian, from my arms and bring him into hers? Do I blame her for the pain in my short life, for the sorrowful birthdays, for the feeling of not being love? Do I blame her? Those were the last thoughts of Hermione Anne Granger.
She had always felt as if she had the death of two people on her shoulder. Her mother Mary-Anne because she had given the last of her life bring her in to the world, then her older twin David it was a cold night and they shared a crib David with his arms around her kept her warm and safe from the cold hands of death. That's how they found him cold pale death had already claimed him. His pale but still breathing twin was pried away from him and hurried to the emergency room and was save only to live a short live of depression.
Joan Granger woke up today was her twenty-fourth birthday and her boyfriend Brian was taking her out for the night. She couldn't be happier. She walked down the hall and past Hermione's room.
That's strange the lights off in Herm's room but I can't hear her snoring. Joan walked to the door and found it strangelylocked. But Hermione always locks her door before going to bed. She quietly went in only to find her little sister in the fetal position on her side. She shook her hoping for her to be okay. She couldn't really see her that well she turned on the over head light to find her little sister a ghostly pale. She quickly grabbed her wrist and felt around it for a pulse only to find none. Oh god now, please don't do this to me. Haven't I lost enough already. She ran to her father's room and roughly shook him awake.
Looking sleepily at his oldest daughter, who was closer to a break down, Daniel Granger asked. "Joan, honey, what's wrong?" That sent her in to heart wrenching tears.
She chocked out the words "Hermione......is........Dead.".
"Oh, dear god" Were his only words before rushing to Hermione's room.
Heading straight for the still form of his youngest child in a fetal position. Memories that had been long been buried in the darkest part of his heart came to his mind. The memories of his cold dead son played in his mind as he checked for a pulse. When he couldn't find one in defeat he fell to the floor by his little girl's bed. Burying his head into the soft handmade quit that lay on her bed Daniel Granger cried for the first time in almost seventeen years.
A/N – Hello there, I hope you liked my story if you review, please review, you'll be truthful thank you and goodnight.
Darkangelicdemon