Story: You Don't
Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter
(Jackie)
Rating: P.G.13
Disclaimer: I own the plot and Haylei
Weasley.
Thanks to my reviewers!! Erin from J.E.A.R.K.Potter,
hobbits soul,
Miranda G. Potter, glaz, and Jodi. Thanks!!
Chapter
2 - Hermione Jane Weasley
So, you still think you know Mum?
It's the only reason why you're reading this, now, aren't you? One
would think so... So, what is there to say about her that you
technically don't know? You know now how she doesn't love Dad; you
know how she's having sex with Harry, too. Hmmm... I guess I could
tell you why I'm so close to her rather than my dad.
I'm
thirteen now, in my 3rd year of Hogwarts. I go to school with the
Potter
boy, Harvey. I guess everyone calls him my best
friend. We have another one that people also call our best friend, a
muggleborn girl by the name of Rhina. Mc Gonagall says we're like the
dream team all over again. We're even enemies with Drew
Malfoy!
Anyways, back when I was in my first year, Mum had to
be the one to drop me off at King's Cross because Dad had a match. He
couldn't miss it. I knew a lot of people. Being the daughter of a
famous Quidditch player, the owner of Flourish and Botts's daughter,
and the niece of the world known Harry Potter? People seem to know
who you are. Now, being the daughter and niece of legends? It's like
everyone knows who you are. I mean, Longbottom's daughter Ally (named
after her grandmother Alice) was there. Mum said she was just as
nervous as Neville was when he was going into his first year. Then
there was Drew, the pain in the arse he was, and still is. Hmm...
Let's see who else you might remember the last name of... Well, they
are all of my cousins. So many of them, actually, I can't even
remember all of their names any more! Only one is in my year, though,
and that's my cousin Greg Creevy.
I'm boring myself to death
just thinking of all this. So, yeah... I was really scared. I don't
know why. I knew so many people. I had absolutely no problems back
then making friends, either. Right there, in the middle of King's
Cross-, though, before we reached Platform 9 3/4, I started
crying...
(Flashback)
"Mummy, don't make me go!"
Haylei squealed, clutching to Hermione's waist. Her cart just sat
there in between the pillars of 9 and 10. Her owl, Mesi, began
hooting under her cage covers.
"Haylei, what's wrong?
You've been looking forward to going to Hogwarts since your cousin
Freya told you about it when she was eleven. She's what now? In her
7th year?" Hermione asked, getting to be eye level with her
daughter.
Haylei looked into her mother's eyes. She did after
all have the same eyes. Of course, Haylei had the Weasley red hair.
Looking into Hermione's eyes, Haylei could slowly see her life being
played out before her. Every little detail was there.
"I don't want to leave you, Mummy," she whispered
softly.
Right then, Haylei knew if she were ever forced to
choose between her parents, she'd choose Hermione.
(Flashback
ends)
Yeah, that's how I knew I had a bond with Mum. Today I
know I didn't see my life, I saw a living hell in her eyes. I now see
hurt and sorrow, sorrow that's always been there. It was there in
Uncle Colin's pictures. It was there just two seconds ago...
My
mother is Hermione Jane Granger. Actually, she's a Weasley. I don't
count her as one, though. I don't count Cho as a Potter. I don't
count a lot of things that are so screwed up in my life to be what
they are. If I did, I'd be never mentioning things at all!
