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"A THOUSAND dollars for a laptop computer?! Catherine! Does it LOOK like I'm made of money?! Hermione doesn't NEED a computer! Must you ALWAYS by her things that aren't neccesary?! Hermione can't even USE the damn thing at her school!! So what's the point?! She doesn't need anything that can be bought here for her something or another witch school!" Joseph Granger, Hermione's father yelled. Hermione sat in her bedroom after a long day in London with her mother. She often hid as far as she could from her parent's yelling and screaming. It seemed to be getting worse day after day. She picked up a new novel she had bought with her own money and began to read it, hoping to drown out the sounds of hatred in her home. It didn't work.
"Joseph Alan Granger! Don't you DARE use that tone with me!! I bought the computer for Hermione's good when she returns to us this summer. It'll help her find a job seeing as this is her final year! Further more, it's HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY for your own information. Our daughter has only been going there for what? Only SEVEN YEARS?! And STILL you don't even know the name of it?! Are you not proud of your daughter?" Catherine Spencer-Granger yelled back.
"Don't you be calling her MY daughter! She's yours too!!" Joseph retailiated. The two exchanged more insults and threats. Hermione heard every word and couldn't help but curse under her breath. This fighting had been going on ever since Hermione started going to Hogwarts. Everything about her mother annoyed her father, and everything about her father annoyed her mother. It was easy to deny the fighting in the first few years, then it was easy to ignore it, but now it was just childish. Fortunately though, her father never beat or hit Hermione or her mother. It was a good thing too, because if he ever did, Hermione swore that she would be down there in an instant and Avada him before he could strike again. Hermione opened her large window to let in a fairly big brown owl. She untied the letter and read.
Miss Granger,
I am very pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as this year's Head Girl. You've shown much enthusiasm and effort in the past few years. Although I am quite confindent that you will remain this way, I must warn you that the title of Head Girl will mean more responsibilites, and twice as much work. I do hope that you will be up to the challenge. You will share a seperate house with the Head Boy along with the responsibilites. This year, the Head Boy is Draco Malfoy.
Signed,
Albus Dumbledore
"Great," Hermione muttered, "Things just get better from here don't they Crookshanks?"
She stroked the feline's fur, dumping the letter on her desk. She wanted to be Head Girl so badly, and she was partly happy that she got it, but she didn't think that Malfoy would share that happiness with her. She was sort of hoping it would be Harry or even Ron (although she highly doubted it would have been Ron). Anybody else would have been fine, but she soon figured out that knowing her luck that's the reason she was stuck with that dirty, good-for-nothing, lying git.
"Hermione!" Her mother's sweet melodic voice had returned, "Dinner!"
"Coming!" Hermione replied. She got up and ran down two flights of stairs until she reached the brightly lit kitchen. She took her seat and quietly spooned a bowl of rice with steamed vegetables. The silence was creepy, as her parents made no effort to try and make conversation.
"Um, I made Head Girl," Hermione announced, taking a bite out of a carrot. A smile errupted on her mother's face.
"Congradulations honey!" She exclaimed. She glared at her husband.
"Oh, that's great Hermione. Really it is," her father said with no expression, not even bothering to look up from his plate. They continued to eat in silence, and although it was against her nature, Hermione stuffed her mouth and ate as quickly as possible, hoping to get away from the quiet.
"Hermione honey, you didn't eat much," Catherine protested.
"Not hungry mum. I still have to pack, I promised Harry and Ron I'd meet them at the Platform an hour earlier," Hermione told her mother, leaving the two alone. She ran back to her room, two steps at a time. Her room was the only room in the thrid floor. It was basically an attic that was transformed to a huge bedroom. It was decorated with pictures of her friends, both in the muggle world and in the wizard world, each showing an adventure that she was part of. She opened up her trunk and start neatly putting away her clothes and books, wanting to get a good night's sleep before heading on a long journey to her second home at Hogwarts.
After an hour of packing everything she needed, she cleaned up her room, and walked to her bathroom. Once finished changing into her silk red pajama pants and matching red tank top, Hermione headed downstairs to say goodnight to her parents. She only found her mother in the den, reading quietly.
"I'm going to bed now Mum," Hermione said softly.
"Okay sweetheart. Are you done packing?" Catherine cocked her head to the side. Hermione nodded.
"And you have everything?" Another nodd answered her question.
"Okay then. Goodnight." Hermione walked to her mother's side and softly kissed her mother's cheek.
"I love you Mum," Hermione said, slowly heading out the den.
"Love you too honey."
"Where's Dad?" Hermione asked, stopping before leaving. Her mother hesitated before answering.
"Check our room."
Hermione didn't say anymore and walked up the first flight of stairs to her parents bedroom. She knocked quietly before entering.
"Yes?" Her father's reply came.
"Dad? I'm going to bed now," she peeked her head in. Her father was positioned on the bed, his glassed slipping off his small nose. He, too was reading a book. He looked so peaceful and happy, lost in his own world.
"Goodnight Hermione," he smiled, "And I truly am proud that you were appointed as Head Girl. You're a fine girl for the job!"
She grinned, closing the door, then walked back to her room. Slipping under the covers of her bed, she forgot about every fight her parents ever had. The fact that she knew both her parents loved her was all that she needed right then.
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"HERMIONE! BREAKFAST!" Hermione awoke to the smell of eggs cooking in the kitchen. It was 8am, and the sun was shining brightly. Hermione put on her bathrobe and headed downstairs. Her mother was standing over the stove, and her father sat in his seat, reading the daily newspaper.
"Morning honey," her father looked up from his reading.
"Morning Mum, Dad," Hermione walked to the frigde and poured herself a glass of milk. The three ate, and Hermione noticed the smiling looks that her parents were giving each other.
' Weird,' Hermione thought, ' It's as if nothing happened yesterday.'
They talked about what Hermione thought her last year would bring her, and what she hoped for the future. She told them that she was considering a career in the wizard world, most likely in teaching, but her mind wasn't made up as of then. After breakfast, Hermione excused herself and took a shower, getting ready for the day ahead.
Back in her room, she choose a pair of black low-rise dress pants that flared out slightly, and a red tube top, covered by a black jean jacket. She was finally able to convince her parents to let her go to a magical salon where the hairdressers used magic to try and permenantly staighten her wild brown bush that lay atop her head. Although it was exactly straight-straight, she wore it down, letting the natural waves flow down beyond her shoulders, hanging near her elbows. She didn't wear make-up, thinking it was just a waste of time, and with that, she was ready to leave. Her father helped her carry her trunk, as she carried Crookshanks in his cage, and the three were off the the station.
It was a long drive, and Hermione's father turned on the radio to a classical radio station, while her mother read over their dentistry incomes and schedules. Her mother suggested lowering some of the prices of the procedures, but that only ticked off her father more.
"You're asking me to lower the amount of money for procedures, and yet you use ALL my money for unnecessary stuff?!" His voice raised in the small car.
"YOUR money?!" Catherine yelled.
"Oh boy," Hermione muttered. It was still about another half an hour until they would reach the train station, and Hermione had to spend her last few minutes listening to this.
They finally arrived at King's Cross precisely at 10am, an hour before the train was scheduled to leave. After kissing her parents goodbye, she quickly exited and took her belongings and headed straight through Platform 9 and three quarters, in a bad mood.
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ok this chapter's just an intro...so not much excitement...but never fear! lol...ok don't forget to review! i love getting reviews! they really inspire me!!!
-Baby T
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"A THOUSAND dollars for a laptop computer?! Catherine! Does it LOOK like I'm made of money?! Hermione doesn't NEED a computer! Must you ALWAYS by her things that aren't neccesary?! Hermione can't even USE the damn thing at her school!! So what's the point?! She doesn't need anything that can be bought here for her something or another witch school!" Joseph Granger, Hermione's father yelled. Hermione sat in her bedroom after a long day in London with her mother. She often hid as far as she could from her parent's yelling and screaming. It seemed to be getting worse day after day. She picked up a new novel she had bought with her own money and began to read it, hoping to drown out the sounds of hatred in her home. It didn't work.
"Joseph Alan Granger! Don't you DARE use that tone with me!! I bought the computer for Hermione's good when she returns to us this summer. It'll help her find a job seeing as this is her final year! Further more, it's HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY for your own information. Our daughter has only been going there for what? Only SEVEN YEARS?! And STILL you don't even know the name of it?! Are you not proud of your daughter?" Catherine Spencer-Granger yelled back.
"Don't you be calling her MY daughter! She's yours too!!" Joseph retailiated. The two exchanged more insults and threats. Hermione heard every word and couldn't help but curse under her breath. This fighting had been going on ever since Hermione started going to Hogwarts. Everything about her mother annoyed her father, and everything about her father annoyed her mother. It was easy to deny the fighting in the first few years, then it was easy to ignore it, but now it was just childish. Fortunately though, her father never beat or hit Hermione or her mother. It was a good thing too, because if he ever did, Hermione swore that she would be down there in an instant and Avada him before he could strike again. Hermione opened her large window to let in a fairly big brown owl. She untied the letter and read.
Miss Granger,
I am very pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as this year's Head Girl. You've shown much enthusiasm and effort in the past few years. Although I am quite confindent that you will remain this way, I must warn you that the title of Head Girl will mean more responsibilites, and twice as much work. I do hope that you will be up to the challenge. You will share a seperate house with the Head Boy along with the responsibilites. This year, the Head Boy is Draco Malfoy.
Signed,
Albus Dumbledore
"Great," Hermione muttered, "Things just get better from here don't they Crookshanks?"
She stroked the feline's fur, dumping the letter on her desk. She wanted to be Head Girl so badly, and she was partly happy that she got it, but she didn't think that Malfoy would share that happiness with her. She was sort of hoping it would be Harry or even Ron (although she highly doubted it would have been Ron). Anybody else would have been fine, but she soon figured out that knowing her luck that's the reason she was stuck with that dirty, good-for-nothing, lying git.
"Hermione!" Her mother's sweet melodic voice had returned, "Dinner!"
"Coming!" Hermione replied. She got up and ran down two flights of stairs until she reached the brightly lit kitchen. She took her seat and quietly spooned a bowl of rice with steamed vegetables. The silence was creepy, as her parents made no effort to try and make conversation.
"Um, I made Head Girl," Hermione announced, taking a bite out of a carrot. A smile errupted on her mother's face.
"Congradulations honey!" She exclaimed. She glared at her husband.
"Oh, that's great Hermione. Really it is," her father said with no expression, not even bothering to look up from his plate. They continued to eat in silence, and although it was against her nature, Hermione stuffed her mouth and ate as quickly as possible, hoping to get away from the quiet.
"Hermione honey, you didn't eat much," Catherine protested.
"Not hungry mum. I still have to pack, I promised Harry and Ron I'd meet them at the Platform an hour earlier," Hermione told her mother, leaving the two alone. She ran back to her room, two steps at a time. Her room was the only room in the thrid floor. It was basically an attic that was transformed to a huge bedroom. It was decorated with pictures of her friends, both in the muggle world and in the wizard world, each showing an adventure that she was part of. She opened up her trunk and start neatly putting away her clothes and books, wanting to get a good night's sleep before heading on a long journey to her second home at Hogwarts.
After an hour of packing everything she needed, she cleaned up her room, and walked to her bathroom. Once finished changing into her silk red pajama pants and matching red tank top, Hermione headed downstairs to say goodnight to her parents. She only found her mother in the den, reading quietly.
"I'm going to bed now Mum," Hermione said softly.
"Okay sweetheart. Are you done packing?" Catherine cocked her head to the side. Hermione nodded.
"And you have everything?" Another nodd answered her question.
"Okay then. Goodnight." Hermione walked to her mother's side and softly kissed her mother's cheek.
"I love you Mum," Hermione said, slowly heading out the den.
"Love you too honey."
"Where's Dad?" Hermione asked, stopping before leaving. Her mother hesitated before answering.
"Check our room."
Hermione didn't say anymore and walked up the first flight of stairs to her parents bedroom. She knocked quietly before entering.
"Yes?" Her father's reply came.
"Dad? I'm going to bed now," she peeked her head in. Her father was positioned on the bed, his glassed slipping off his small nose. He, too was reading a book. He looked so peaceful and happy, lost in his own world.
"Goodnight Hermione," he smiled, "And I truly am proud that you were appointed as Head Girl. You're a fine girl for the job!"
She grinned, closing the door, then walked back to her room. Slipping under the covers of her bed, she forgot about every fight her parents ever had. The fact that she knew both her parents loved her was all that she needed right then.
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"HERMIONE! BREAKFAST!" Hermione awoke to the smell of eggs cooking in the kitchen. It was 8am, and the sun was shining brightly. Hermione put on her bathrobe and headed downstairs. Her mother was standing over the stove, and her father sat in his seat, reading the daily newspaper.
"Morning honey," her father looked up from his reading.
"Morning Mum, Dad," Hermione walked to the frigde and poured herself a glass of milk. The three ate, and Hermione noticed the smiling looks that her parents were giving each other.
' Weird,' Hermione thought, ' It's as if nothing happened yesterday.'
They talked about what Hermione thought her last year would bring her, and what she hoped for the future. She told them that she was considering a career in the wizard world, most likely in teaching, but her mind wasn't made up as of then. After breakfast, Hermione excused herself and took a shower, getting ready for the day ahead.
Back in her room, she choose a pair of black low-rise dress pants that flared out slightly, and a red tube top, covered by a black jean jacket. She was finally able to convince her parents to let her go to a magical salon where the hairdressers used magic to try and permenantly staighten her wild brown bush that lay atop her head. Although it was exactly straight-straight, she wore it down, letting the natural waves flow down beyond her shoulders, hanging near her elbows. She didn't wear make-up, thinking it was just a waste of time, and with that, she was ready to leave. Her father helped her carry her trunk, as she carried Crookshanks in his cage, and the three were off the the station.
It was a long drive, and Hermione's father turned on the radio to a classical radio station, while her mother read over their dentistry incomes and schedules. Her mother suggested lowering some of the prices of the procedures, but that only ticked off her father more.
"You're asking me to lower the amount of money for procedures, and yet you use ALL my money for unnecessary stuff?!" His voice raised in the small car.
"YOUR money?!" Catherine yelled.
"Oh boy," Hermione muttered. It was still about another half an hour until they would reach the train station, and Hermione had to spend her last few minutes listening to this.
They finally arrived at King's Cross precisely at 10am, an hour before the train was scheduled to leave. After kissing her parents goodbye, she quickly exited and took her belongings and headed straight through Platform 9 and three quarters, in a bad mood.
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ok this chapter's just an intro...so not much excitement...but never fear! lol...ok don't forget to review! i love getting reviews! they really inspire me!!!
-Baby T
