Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. (Though I wish
I did. *sighs* Ron)
It was the week before school started and Hermione had finished all her homework except for her Arithmancy homework since it was her favorite and by far the easiest to do for her. As she sat in her room twirling her quill and concentrating on her first problem, she heard screams from the kitchen. She wasn't surprised. It wasn't the first time she had heard them. All summer her mother and father had been fighting, constantly, about everything. About her, her sister, money, clothes and even what to eat for dinner.
The screams got worse. She couldn't even tell a five from a two now because her head hurt too much. The screams got continually louder and Hermione felt herself become small. It hurt her to hear her parents fighting this way. They had been together for 20 years and they had fought, but never like this. As she sat in her room on her bed with her head in her lap, she cried saying to herself over and over how this was it, this would be the last time her parents would ever fight because it would be the last time they were ever together.
She didn't know how right she was.
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The screams went on but Hermione stopped her crying. She had done this far too many times. It was like a ritual, hear the screams, try and ignore them, cry and then stop. It was like clockwork. She went back to her homework. She checked the clock. They should call for me right about now, she thought. "Hermione, dear. Come here, your father and I have something to tell you," cried her mother. "Right on time."
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Hermione put down her quill. She opened her door and listened. Just sobs. She walked downstairs onto the battlefield that was their kitchen. Her mother sat slumped in a chair and her father paced. Outside it was sunny. Light flooded in from the windows and cast the shaking shadows of her two parents on the newly refinished floor. "We already talked to your sister. We wanted to tell you separately. We are getting a divorce," said Hermione's father calmly but you could tell by the shaking in his voice that he was upset. "Why? How?"
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Hermione ran to her room. She kept thinking I have to get out of here; I have to get out of here. She had an idea. She threw floo powder in her fireplace. "The Burrow." Read and Review Please ( I'm new at this.
Scarlet
It was the week before school started and Hermione had finished all her homework except for her Arithmancy homework since it was her favorite and by far the easiest to do for her. As she sat in her room twirling her quill and concentrating on her first problem, she heard screams from the kitchen. She wasn't surprised. It wasn't the first time she had heard them. All summer her mother and father had been fighting, constantly, about everything. About her, her sister, money, clothes and even what to eat for dinner.
The screams got worse. She couldn't even tell a five from a two now because her head hurt too much. The screams got continually louder and Hermione felt herself become small. It hurt her to hear her parents fighting this way. They had been together for 20 years and they had fought, but never like this. As she sat in her room on her bed with her head in her lap, she cried saying to herself over and over how this was it, this would be the last time her parents would ever fight because it would be the last time they were ever together.
She didn't know how right she was.
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The screams went on but Hermione stopped her crying. She had done this far too many times. It was like a ritual, hear the screams, try and ignore them, cry and then stop. It was like clockwork. She went back to her homework. She checked the clock. They should call for me right about now, she thought. "Hermione, dear. Come here, your father and I have something to tell you," cried her mother. "Right on time."
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Hermione put down her quill. She opened her door and listened. Just sobs. She walked downstairs onto the battlefield that was their kitchen. Her mother sat slumped in a chair and her father paced. Outside it was sunny. Light flooded in from the windows and cast the shaking shadows of her two parents on the newly refinished floor. "We already talked to your sister. We wanted to tell you separately. We are getting a divorce," said Hermione's father calmly but you could tell by the shaking in his voice that he was upset. "Why? How?"
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Hermione ran to her room. She kept thinking I have to get out of here; I have to get out of here. She had an idea. She threw floo powder in her fireplace. "The Burrow." Read and Review Please ( I'm new at this.
Scarlet