Silent Scream
Ok im not exactly sure when this is set but lets just say around book 3! Anyway I really hope you like!
Anyway this fic contains themes such as cutting and stuff… stuff being things I haven't decided on yet, im not sure what direction im going to take this Fic!
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Avada Kedavra. Just a few years ago Hermione wouldn't have understood the meaning of those words, but now they echoed ominously in her brain. Most wizards, let alone students of her age couldn't perform the spell, but Hermione knew how. She was smart.
Not that anyone cared.
Reaching out she tentitavley traced her fingers across the length of her wand, pausing to feel over the small bite marks which had been gained when the neighbors dog had nabbed the seemingly innocent item from its resting place on the porch last summer. A smirk tugged at the corners of Hermione's mouth as she recalled her neighbor's confusion at her panicked reaction. 'It's just a stick Hermione, calm down sweetheart'
"It's just a stick" Hermione murmured under her breath, echoing her thoughts. But it was more than a stick. It had power… even the power to kill. Avada Kedavra, the unforgivable curse. But could a wizard or witch use it upon themselves? Closing her hand around her wand she lifted it up, letting the tip rest gently on her temple, her fingers twitching slightly as if searching for an invisible trigger. Squeezing her eyes shut she opened her mouth, preparing to utter the words which screamed silently in her head, urging her to-
"Hermione!"
Dropping her wand quickly Hermione spun around to see Ron standing above her, his eyebrow raised slightly.
"What are you doing, trying to hex yourself or something?" he joked, as he whipped out his own slightly battered wand, imitating what Hermione had been doing just moments before.
"Yeah something like that" Hermione said, playing along as she offered the obnoxious red head a smile.
"Why didn't you come to lunch?" Ron prodded as he flopped down on the sofa next to her, placing his feet up next to the stack of books piled haphazardly on the table in front of him.
"Oh studying" Hermione mumbled as she gestured towards the pile of books.
"So have you got your potions homework done?" Ron asked casually as he tapped a large black book lightly with his foot.
Ah. An ulterior motive. There always was one these days, when it came to Harry and Ron. They only seemed to talk to her when they needed the answers to the homework or the research done for there latest adventure. "No I haven't" she answered truthfully
"What!" Ron exclaimed, "We have potions in like, ten minutes! Do you have a death wish or something?"
"Yes" Hermione said softly, her response unheard by Ron who had already jumped up, screaming something about finding Lavender Brown.
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"Now that we're all here…" Snape drawled as he shot a meaningful glare in Ron's direction, the slightly flustered looking Gryffindor returning it venomously as he squirmed in his seat, still clutching what looked like hastily scrawled potions diagrams. "Lets go over last nights homework… can anyone tell me the five ingredients of a shrinking potion?..." he asked, pausing as he let his eyes drift lazily across the bored looking students in front of him, finally settling on Hermione, whose hand would normally be dancing excitedly in the air at this point. "Miss Granger… can you perhaps enlighten us?"
Hermione felt her heart sink as she stared up at Snape. "I can't" she said in a falsely calm voice, ignoring the mock gasps and snickers which came from the Slytherins sitting behind her.
"Why not Miss Granger?" Snape pressed, his cold eyes glinting with satisfaction at the opportunity to humiliate a Gryffindor.
"I didn't do the homework" Hermione mumbled, now cringing under the startled stares of several class mates.
"Fifteen points from Gryffindor" Snape said curtly, smirking at the soft chorus of groans which spread across the Gryffindor members of the class before starting to elaborate further on the applications and potential risks of shrinking potions.
Pulling open her notebook Hermione quickly busied herself with note taking, slipping into a daze as the lesson rushed by.
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"…and hopefully we will all remember to do the homework this time" Snape said silkily as he waved his hand, signaling that the students could leave.
'thank god' Hermione thought to herself as she scooped up her books.
"Miss Granger, could I have a word?"
"Sure" Hermione managed to get out as she cast a lingering gaze at Harry and Ron, who had just disappeared from sight, along with the last few members of the class, the door slamming shut behind them.
"Show me your arms" Snape said coolly as he rested back on his desk, eyeing the younger girl expectantly.
"What?" Hermione choked out, a cold feeling beginning to engulf her as she drew her arms further into her robes. Her mind was racing. Had he seen what she had been trying to hide? He must have noticed during potion making, when she was reaching for things.
"Miss Granger" he said softly, his tone warning.
Biting her lip, Hermione slowly held up her arms, looking away as her robes slid back, revealing a mass of cuts, which cris-crossed over each other haphazardly. Glancing back at Snape, she let out an involuntary shudder as the greasy haired man gabbed one of her arms, tracing over the wounds whilst examining them thoughtfully.
"You wouldn't be meddling in the dark arts would you?" He asked, as he glared at her challengingly
"No" Hermione answered honestly
"Well then perhaps this is one of those muggle problems?" Snape said as he glanced up at Hermione, his eyes flickering with what looked like momentary concern before returning to there usual coldness.
"No!... Crookshanks… my cat he uh needed to be washed…" Hermione started, launching into nervous babble about how temperamental the little creature could be.
"Just to be sure I am informing Madam Pince that your access to the restricted section is to be cut off"
"What! You can't!" Hermione exploded, her eyes widening. She needed books from that section for her Defense against the Dark arts work. How could she continue her studies without the necessary reading material?
"I can Miss Granger" Snape said calmly as he reached for his quill, hastily scribbling down a note at passing it to the shocked student in front of him. "You are excused from next lesson to go to Madam Pomfrey to get a full physical"
Clenching the note in her hands Hermione hurried back to the table, grabbing her books and stalking out of the classroom, not wanting to Snape to see the tears burning in her eyes. Of all the people who could discover her secret, it had to be him. It wasn't a problem, the cuts we're nothing, they just made her feel better… they were her release. Making an abrupt turn she hurried up the staircase and towards Gryffindor common room. She had no intention of seeing Madam Pomfrey. Nobody else had to know.
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tbc…?
Thank you for reading! (comments, thoughts, and ideas appreciated *smiles*)
Ok im not exactly sure when this is set but lets just say around book 3! Anyway I really hope you like!
Anyway this fic contains themes such as cutting and stuff… stuff being things I haven't decided on yet, im not sure what direction im going to take this Fic!
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Avada Kedavra. Just a few years ago Hermione wouldn't have understood the meaning of those words, but now they echoed ominously in her brain. Most wizards, let alone students of her age couldn't perform the spell, but Hermione knew how. She was smart.
Not that anyone cared.
Reaching out she tentitavley traced her fingers across the length of her wand, pausing to feel over the small bite marks which had been gained when the neighbors dog had nabbed the seemingly innocent item from its resting place on the porch last summer. A smirk tugged at the corners of Hermione's mouth as she recalled her neighbor's confusion at her panicked reaction. 'It's just a stick Hermione, calm down sweetheart'
"It's just a stick" Hermione murmured under her breath, echoing her thoughts. But it was more than a stick. It had power… even the power to kill. Avada Kedavra, the unforgivable curse. But could a wizard or witch use it upon themselves? Closing her hand around her wand she lifted it up, letting the tip rest gently on her temple, her fingers twitching slightly as if searching for an invisible trigger. Squeezing her eyes shut she opened her mouth, preparing to utter the words which screamed silently in her head, urging her to-
"Hermione!"
Dropping her wand quickly Hermione spun around to see Ron standing above her, his eyebrow raised slightly.
"What are you doing, trying to hex yourself or something?" he joked, as he whipped out his own slightly battered wand, imitating what Hermione had been doing just moments before.
"Yeah something like that" Hermione said, playing along as she offered the obnoxious red head a smile.
"Why didn't you come to lunch?" Ron prodded as he flopped down on the sofa next to her, placing his feet up next to the stack of books piled haphazardly on the table in front of him.
"Oh studying" Hermione mumbled as she gestured towards the pile of books.
"So have you got your potions homework done?" Ron asked casually as he tapped a large black book lightly with his foot.
Ah. An ulterior motive. There always was one these days, when it came to Harry and Ron. They only seemed to talk to her when they needed the answers to the homework or the research done for there latest adventure. "No I haven't" she answered truthfully
"What!" Ron exclaimed, "We have potions in like, ten minutes! Do you have a death wish or something?"
"Yes" Hermione said softly, her response unheard by Ron who had already jumped up, screaming something about finding Lavender Brown.
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"Now that we're all here…" Snape drawled as he shot a meaningful glare in Ron's direction, the slightly flustered looking Gryffindor returning it venomously as he squirmed in his seat, still clutching what looked like hastily scrawled potions diagrams. "Lets go over last nights homework… can anyone tell me the five ingredients of a shrinking potion?..." he asked, pausing as he let his eyes drift lazily across the bored looking students in front of him, finally settling on Hermione, whose hand would normally be dancing excitedly in the air at this point. "Miss Granger… can you perhaps enlighten us?"
Hermione felt her heart sink as she stared up at Snape. "I can't" she said in a falsely calm voice, ignoring the mock gasps and snickers which came from the Slytherins sitting behind her.
"Why not Miss Granger?" Snape pressed, his cold eyes glinting with satisfaction at the opportunity to humiliate a Gryffindor.
"I didn't do the homework" Hermione mumbled, now cringing under the startled stares of several class mates.
"Fifteen points from Gryffindor" Snape said curtly, smirking at the soft chorus of groans which spread across the Gryffindor members of the class before starting to elaborate further on the applications and potential risks of shrinking potions.
Pulling open her notebook Hermione quickly busied herself with note taking, slipping into a daze as the lesson rushed by.
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"…and hopefully we will all remember to do the homework this time" Snape said silkily as he waved his hand, signaling that the students could leave.
'thank god' Hermione thought to herself as she scooped up her books.
"Miss Granger, could I have a word?"
"Sure" Hermione managed to get out as she cast a lingering gaze at Harry and Ron, who had just disappeared from sight, along with the last few members of the class, the door slamming shut behind them.
"Show me your arms" Snape said coolly as he rested back on his desk, eyeing the younger girl expectantly.
"What?" Hermione choked out, a cold feeling beginning to engulf her as she drew her arms further into her robes. Her mind was racing. Had he seen what she had been trying to hide? He must have noticed during potion making, when she was reaching for things.
"Miss Granger" he said softly, his tone warning.
Biting her lip, Hermione slowly held up her arms, looking away as her robes slid back, revealing a mass of cuts, which cris-crossed over each other haphazardly. Glancing back at Snape, she let out an involuntary shudder as the greasy haired man gabbed one of her arms, tracing over the wounds whilst examining them thoughtfully.
"You wouldn't be meddling in the dark arts would you?" He asked, as he glared at her challengingly
"No" Hermione answered honestly
"Well then perhaps this is one of those muggle problems?" Snape said as he glanced up at Hermione, his eyes flickering with what looked like momentary concern before returning to there usual coldness.
"No!... Crookshanks… my cat he uh needed to be washed…" Hermione started, launching into nervous babble about how temperamental the little creature could be.
"Just to be sure I am informing Madam Pince that your access to the restricted section is to be cut off"
"What! You can't!" Hermione exploded, her eyes widening. She needed books from that section for her Defense against the Dark arts work. How could she continue her studies without the necessary reading material?
"I can Miss Granger" Snape said calmly as he reached for his quill, hastily scribbling down a note at passing it to the shocked student in front of him. "You are excused from next lesson to go to Madam Pomfrey to get a full physical"
Clenching the note in her hands Hermione hurried back to the table, grabbing her books and stalking out of the classroom, not wanting to Snape to see the tears burning in her eyes. Of all the people who could discover her secret, it had to be him. It wasn't a problem, the cuts we're nothing, they just made her feel better… they were her release. Making an abrupt turn she hurried up the staircase and towards Gryffindor common room. She had no intention of seeing Madam Pomfrey. Nobody else had to know.
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tbc…?
Thank you for reading! (comments, thoughts, and ideas appreciated *smiles*)