I just wanted to put an author not before I start this story.I wanted to keep some aspects of the book alive while ignoring others. First, I picked no characters based off looks, I do not like Ginny in the books frankly I think she's annoying and that Hermione is a better Heroine. Also, I think Lavender makes a better Pippa because she appears to care mostly about her looks while Padma seems to be more of a spitfire. Also! I know I know, the whole forbidden love thing in the Gemma Doyle trilogy was race, but it's the magical modern world. I doubt they care, so I thought I would bring Cedric back for the Rakshanna as a Vampire. Okay disclaimer time. I own nothing, nadda. Although I wish I did. I sadly can't even take total claim to the plot since Libba Bray gave me the idea with her amazing writing, and J.K. Rowling supplied me with my leading ladies and leading man. Now on with the story!!!
I
laid on my bed staring at my plain white ceiling playing with a
strand of my brown hair. Nothing ever happens in this stupid town. I
thought to myself wrapping and unwrapping the same strand of brown
hair. I stood up and walked over to my open window enjoying the warm
breeze that was blowing in ruffling my curly brown hair, I closed my
eyes enjoying the feel of the breeze caressing my neck and blowing my
hair softly. I smiled remembering why I loved my house in the summer.
It was much warmer then Hogwarts and without all the silly chit
chatty girls around. I opened my eyes and smiled looking down at my
mother working in the rose garden.
It's times like these where it's easy to forget that Voldermort is back, and that I'm not a child of ten anymore when I worked in the rose garden with my mother. Voldermort, just the thought of him made me scowl and move away from my window and back to my bed and lay down on it. I leaned forward and grabbed one of my favorite novel's A Great and Terrible Beauty of my book shelf next to my bed and started to open the well worn and loved book smiling at the pages that had meant so much to me when I felt like such an outsider my first year before Harry and Ron. Well and now Luna, we got on better than most would think.
"Hermione come down here!" I heard my father call from the bottom of the stairs in his deep booming voice. I crawled off my bed and slowly meandered towards the stairs, and started my way down the stairs to where my dad was standing,
"Yes Papa?" I asked quietly leaning against the door frame leading into the library. My father looked back at me and smiled holding up a letter.
"A lovely snow white owl just dropped this off for you, would you like to read it?" I giggled and started walking towards my dad,
"May I have my letter please Papa?" I asked with a giggle grabbing for my letter just as he pulled it out of my reach,
"Well I suppose." Dad said handing me the letter patting me on top of my curly head going back to looking for some book or another. "So is it that Harry Potter boy?" He asked half interested half not. I gave him one of those critical looks,
"Yes Papa, it's from Harry." I said sitting down on the edge of my Dad's chocolate brown leather club chair breaking the seal on the parchment.
Dear
Hermione, I'm
going out of my mind here at the Dursley's please come visit me as
soon as you get this letter. I know you probably won't since you know
they pretty much hate wizards and witches. I'm sure they'd love you
though as long as you worked your fantastic Hermione charm on them.
Anyways, please come visit, I miss you so much Hermione.All
my Love,
Harry.
I looked up from my letter and leaned back in the chair thinking,
"Dad, I think Harry likes me, you know as more then friends, what should I do?" I asked biting my lip nervously,
"You should go on a date once, it won't hurt you. After all it's been a while since you've gone on a date." I looked up at him critically,
"What if it doesn't work out though? I mean Harry's my best friend then what happens?" Papa smiled at me and broke out into his merry laughter.
"Oh Hermione just play it by ear and go see the boy, but please put on something more appropriate first." I laughed now and looked down at the letter and nodded,
"Okay, I mean what can it hurt." I said walking out of the library going up to my room to put on some different clothes. I walked over to my black dresser and opened up the top drawer pulling out some denimCapri's and a white tank top. I pulled the tank top over my head over my black tank top and bra, then pulled off my black shorts and replacing them with my Capri's. I slipped on a pair of black leather flip flops and grabbed my car keys off the table and walked outside to my '78 Ford Mustang.
I pulled up outside the Dursley's house and walked up the tiny little stone walk way so different then my own families little house filled with so much character. Just as I rang the door bell I blacked out.
I stood outside my house the door was busted open I ran inside screaming,"Mama! Papa!" I looked around my mother lay dead and my father unconscious next to her I looked down and him hand was my mother's necklace a cresset moon surrounding an eye, it was a family heirloom in our family since before we came to Great Britain. I woke up on the Dursley's couch a cool compress on my head; Harry and Petunia above me. I looked down at my hand praying it was a nightmare; there was my mother's necklace. I broke down in tears,
"Harry I'm so sorry but I need to get home, something's wrong, I saw my mother dead. I'm sorry I have to go." I ran towards the front door Harry behind me.
"Hermione, stop!" I turned to face him,
"I don't have time, I'm sorry." I sobbed, Harry grabbed my forearms and looked me in the eye,
"I'm coming with you, and I don't want anything to happen to you." I nodded and let Harry get into the car with me. I put my mother's necklace around my neck praying my mother was okay. Please let her and Papa be okay, please let them be okay. A half hour later Harry and I pulled up outside my stone house too see the front door busted open and the dark mark above it. I collapsed on the stearing wheel and sobbed hard morning the loss of my mother.
"Hermione, something just moved out there, someone is still out there. Go back to private drive, right now!" Harry yelled jarring me out of my sadness, and jarring me into terror.
