Fortunes
By: Hermione L. Granger
Disclaimer: Don't own this.
A/N: My own take on Hermione's up bringing, not like the others.
Dentists. Damn dentists. It was such a good lie. Probably one of the best I had come up with in a long time. And I had stuck by it. It was easy of course, no one ever asked about my life. I was just the smart little mudblood. In my third year, McGongall had wondered if my parents had pushed me when I was a kid. Oh, if only they had.
How could I be so ashamed of them? My mother, the weak little woman she was. But how could I blaim her, she had been raised like that. Rich, but forced to respect men. No, not respect. Fear. Father, finding that Mother had so much, had invested in Grandfather's company. Became a good stock holder by the age of 27. Asked for Mother's hand. Won it. Won the prize.
After that, he could live off the fortune Grandfather had left them. What did he care what they did with it? What did he care that his only child was beaten every night, by the alcholic free loader? Nothing.
How happy I had been, finding I could get away, to my school. Mother gave me money, plenty of it. And I never saw her again. The next summers, Mother made sure I stayed with my aunt and uncle. They dropped me off at Platform 9 and 3/4. They agreed with the lie that they were my parents. The only one's who were truely kind to me.
And now I'm sitting here, at a table. A table with people who truely love me. My two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. My only girlfriend, Ron's younger sister, Ginny. Two of the funniest jokesters in the world, Fred and George Weasley, making two of the sweetest girls, Angelina Johnson and Alica Spinnet. And I'm reading, the horrible words the owl brought me, over and over.
I'm sorry dear, but your mother died two days ago. Your father finally did her in. I figured you'd want to know the truth.
All I wanted was for her too be proud of me. To know that I succeded where she failed. I was going to save her, when I got out of her. Save her from herself. But I was too late.
By: Hermione L. Granger
Disclaimer: Don't own this.
A/N: My own take on Hermione's up bringing, not like the others.
Dentists. Damn dentists. It was such a good lie. Probably one of the best I had come up with in a long time. And I had stuck by it. It was easy of course, no one ever asked about my life. I was just the smart little mudblood. In my third year, McGongall had wondered if my parents had pushed me when I was a kid. Oh, if only they had.
How could I be so ashamed of them? My mother, the weak little woman she was. But how could I blaim her, she had been raised like that. Rich, but forced to respect men. No, not respect. Fear. Father, finding that Mother had so much, had invested in Grandfather's company. Became a good stock holder by the age of 27. Asked for Mother's hand. Won it. Won the prize.
After that, he could live off the fortune Grandfather had left them. What did he care what they did with it? What did he care that his only child was beaten every night, by the alcholic free loader? Nothing.
How happy I had been, finding I could get away, to my school. Mother gave me money, plenty of it. And I never saw her again. The next summers, Mother made sure I stayed with my aunt and uncle. They dropped me off at Platform 9 and 3/4. They agreed with the lie that they were my parents. The only one's who were truely kind to me.
And now I'm sitting here, at a table. A table with people who truely love me. My two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. My only girlfriend, Ron's younger sister, Ginny. Two of the funniest jokesters in the world, Fred and George Weasley, making two of the sweetest girls, Angelina Johnson and Alica Spinnet. And I'm reading, the horrible words the owl brought me, over and over.
I'm sorry dear, but your mother died two days ago. Your father finally did her in. I figured you'd want to know the truth.
All I wanted was for her too be proud of me. To know that I succeded where she failed. I was going to save her, when I got out of her. Save her from herself. But I was too late.