Disclaimer: The Harry Potter locations and characters do not belong to me,
(although I wish they did because then I would be rich) they belong to J.
K. Rowling.
A/n: Why hello there. Sorry to all of you who were reading The Mystical Faeries, I had to delete it because I had driven myself into a hole with the plot and I couldn't think of a way to get out of it. Here is my second attempt at writing a good story, Mind Games and I have a few things to say about it. First this is my story, and I figure I can do with it what I want so certain things in the story are born purely out of my own mind. Second, as of right now I'm still in elementary school, so I don't write like I'm an adult, nor do I really attempt to, so if it's not perfect, all well. Third, I'm not British and I'm not going to even pretend I am by using their form of English and making a fool out of myself because I don't know what half of it means. With that said I present to you: Mind Games.
Four-year-old Hermione Granger sat on the bottom steps of her house staircase upset that her mother had just yelled at her. She loved coloring with her crayons and she just figured it would be okay to color on her bedroom walls. When she was done she was so proud of the bright colors streaming across her wall that she went to go show her mother. Of course when Mrs. Granger came into the room and saw what her daughter had done she was seething with rage. She had just finished cleaning the bathroom and vacuuming the rugs, and was getting ready to go food shopping, the last thing she wanted to do was to clean her daughter's bedroom walls.
"Go sit on the staircase while I clean this mess," her mother had told her. So there she was sitting on the steps, a sob escaping her every few minutes. Her mother came down the stairs after forty - five minutes of scrubbing away all the crayon she could. Hermione stared at her mother as she came down. She felt that if she stared hard enough she could somehow understand what her mother was thinking when suddenly it worked, she closed her eyes and felt a connection between them and just by skimming her mother's brain she could see her thoughts and emotions. Her mother was angry, but felt badly for yelling at her, she was tired and stressed out.
"Listen Hermione," her mother said softly, "you shouldn't color on the wall, but I shouldn't yell at you when you don't know any better. It's just I feel so..."
"Tired and over worked mommy," Hermione finished for her mother, surprised at her own words, "I know it's a lot of work taking care of me and you still have to work in the afternoon when daddy comes home from his morning job."
"Exactly sweetie, it's as if you read my mind," Mrs. Granger replied amazed that her daughter took the exact words she wanted to say out of her mouth.
"I guess Mommy I just have some sort of gift," Hermione said as she took her mother's hand to leave the house and go food shopping.
"I wouldn't be surprised honey, but of course if you do you can thank my side of the family for it, because talents are something you would never get from your father, don't tell him I said that though." They both laughed as they got into their car and drove out of the driveway.
A/n: I know that was very short, but after all it is just a short prologue and all I really wanted to mention was the first time Hermione realized she could dip into people's thoughts and emotions, or as J.K Rowling calls it the legilimens charm. What is special about Hermione is that she is such a strong witch she can do it without a wand, but I'll explain all that later. Till the next time we meet again.
A/n: Why hello there. Sorry to all of you who were reading The Mystical Faeries, I had to delete it because I had driven myself into a hole with the plot and I couldn't think of a way to get out of it. Here is my second attempt at writing a good story, Mind Games and I have a few things to say about it. First this is my story, and I figure I can do with it what I want so certain things in the story are born purely out of my own mind. Second, as of right now I'm still in elementary school, so I don't write like I'm an adult, nor do I really attempt to, so if it's not perfect, all well. Third, I'm not British and I'm not going to even pretend I am by using their form of English and making a fool out of myself because I don't know what half of it means. With that said I present to you: Mind Games.
Four-year-old Hermione Granger sat on the bottom steps of her house staircase upset that her mother had just yelled at her. She loved coloring with her crayons and she just figured it would be okay to color on her bedroom walls. When she was done she was so proud of the bright colors streaming across her wall that she went to go show her mother. Of course when Mrs. Granger came into the room and saw what her daughter had done she was seething with rage. She had just finished cleaning the bathroom and vacuuming the rugs, and was getting ready to go food shopping, the last thing she wanted to do was to clean her daughter's bedroom walls.
"Go sit on the staircase while I clean this mess," her mother had told her. So there she was sitting on the steps, a sob escaping her every few minutes. Her mother came down the stairs after forty - five minutes of scrubbing away all the crayon she could. Hermione stared at her mother as she came down. She felt that if she stared hard enough she could somehow understand what her mother was thinking when suddenly it worked, she closed her eyes and felt a connection between them and just by skimming her mother's brain she could see her thoughts and emotions. Her mother was angry, but felt badly for yelling at her, she was tired and stressed out.
"Listen Hermione," her mother said softly, "you shouldn't color on the wall, but I shouldn't yell at you when you don't know any better. It's just I feel so..."
"Tired and over worked mommy," Hermione finished for her mother, surprised at her own words, "I know it's a lot of work taking care of me and you still have to work in the afternoon when daddy comes home from his morning job."
"Exactly sweetie, it's as if you read my mind," Mrs. Granger replied amazed that her daughter took the exact words she wanted to say out of her mouth.
"I guess Mommy I just have some sort of gift," Hermione said as she took her mother's hand to leave the house and go food shopping.
"I wouldn't be surprised honey, but of course if you do you can thank my side of the family for it, because talents are something you would never get from your father, don't tell him I said that though." They both laughed as they got into their car and drove out of the driveway.
A/n: I know that was very short, but after all it is just a short prologue and all I really wanted to mention was the first time Hermione realized she could dip into people's thoughts and emotions, or as J.K Rowling calls it the legilimens charm. What is special about Hermione is that she is such a strong witch she can do it without a wand, but I'll explain all that later. Till the next time we meet again.