Title: Used To…
By: Crazy for that special someone
Summary: A tale of happiness yet sorrows. Hermione's not-so-fairy-tale-fairy tale. Told mainly in Hermione's POV-ish. Hermione final lets us into her story life, but will we want to know more?
Disclaimer: Every character, every(ish) place, every name, all good reviews belong to Ms. J. K. Rowlings'. All horrible reviews will, as a punishment, belong to me after being submitted. It is all me fault if the good name of Harry Potter is slaughtered. Thank you for your time and efforts.
Hi, my name is Hermione Granger. I am fifteen and starting my sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have brown, bushy hair that I love; people need to stop trying to get me to change my hair style. I have matching brown eyes—well, almost matching. I am of average weight and average height. There is nothing else to tell, so go away! Bu-bye!
What? You're still here? Why? There is nothing important to know about me. Go talk to Harry; he is very important. What? He sent you to talk to me? Why? He said I am important to his success as a wizard? Really? He never told me this….
Listen, I am sorry, but I am in no position to tell you my story. "Why?" you ask! I am busy! When will I not be busy? I dunno. Call you when I am ready!
Wait, don't leave, please. My story is sad in some ways. I daresay that after a tad bit of it, you will run out of this room and pretend it never happened, but it did.
I am sorry I can't tell you the story; it is too long. How about I do something else? "What?" you ask? Well, I've found a spell that can let you come into my life as it happens. I won't tell you the story really, someone—my older self—will tell it to you. She will put in little things like "remember that(s)" or "if only(s)".
The spell will allow you to follow other people, if need be. You will hear their thoughts, like you would mine. Instead of my older self telling their story, their older selves will.
Time we not affect you—well, almost not—, if that is what you are worried about. You go back to your world around the same time you left. Yes, of course you will remember my story! Honestly!
Oh, yeah, I should tell you; this spell is done daily until the story is done. You will be "transported" no matter what. What does the transport feel like, well…it's like a Portkey! Yes, that's it! Have you ever used one? No, you haven't. What does a Portkey feel like? It is amazing! First, you feel a tug at your navel region and then, if you have your eyes open, you see lights and many colours! Of course, you shouldn't keep your eyes open; you could get sick. It is really a wonderful feeling. Like butterflies in your stomach—if you like that feeling—, or flying at top speeds when others think you are afraid, but really the only thing you are afraid of is having to stop and land for awhile. It can also feel like a tickle fight or snuggling up with your pillows and blankets—and books, for me. It is a truly amazing feeling, but…with every good fell comes a bad. No matter what, be really for the unknown at all times.
So, now that you know, will you heed my warning and stay away, or will you still enter?
So if you're ready now, and willing to go, answer this:
Shall we begin?
A/N: So did anyone like it? This is my first fanfic, so I really don't know what I am doing. Well, this is really my first fanfic that has one chapter finished—I have many other one that are still on chapter one. If I get one person who says they like it in the reviews, well then, I will continue. It would be nice if you reviewed—or flame, if that is your thing. (Did I spell Rowlings wrong?)
Thanks for you time and efforts,
Crazy for that special someone