A/N
ok so I apologise is advance 'cos this is
gunna be a long author note and a fairly short chapter, so sorry.
Thank you to those of you that have read my first chapter and an even
bigger thank you to those of you who added me as a fav/alert, that's
really sweet of you. To Hellakat, I'm
sorry if you didn't think that the whole "Hermione is a
self-harmer" was a big enough hook. Unfortunately you will probably
be a little disappointed in this chapter. To ment2be1987,
I'm glad I converted you over to the dark side! Yes my theory is
that Hermione is always pushing herself to try and prove something to
someone, perhaps even herself. Also ment2be1987
No, not all my chapters will be this length,
some are shorter, some longer. I like to try to reflect some of the
main characters issues / personality etc in the way I write and the
speed I write. This story is definitely going to be a slow builder,
people won't be falling in love in a week. Sorry if this has put
you off reading it.
Disclaimer:
I own nothing.
Chapter
2
Hermione sat at the kitchen table, a
pile of letters in front of her, staring intently at one in
particular.
"Why haven't all the rest of them flown off again,
like the first one?" Bill Granger asked his daughter as he
frantically tried to place sheets of the daily prophet under the 4 or
5 birds still perched in his kitchen. Hermione couldn't help but
chuckle a little when she heard screams coming from one photo that
was about to be shoved under a particularly large barn owl.
Hermione
turned her attention back to the letter she held. All the rest had
said " open McGonagull's first" on the front. Like she would do
anything else anyway. She was used to getting three or four letters
at once. Most of which were when Harry, Ron and Ginny had a fight,
all of them wanting her to take their side. But she definitely wasn't
expecting to get one from Professor McGonagull. OH MY GOD! What if
there had been a mix up with her O.W.Ls , she really would have no
qualifications then. She needed to go back upstairs, she needed….
She didn't know what she needed but she needed to do something.
"How did the interview go darling?" Her mother reappeared
behind her, her new baby sister in her arms. It seemed her parents
had felt something was missing in their lives after Hermione had left
them in Australia a little over a year ago. They had wasted no time
in trying for a family and the result was 2 month old Bella, already
far more beautiful than herself. And that was before she could even
hold her own head up. Hermione thought bitterly as her mother cooed
over her youngest daughter
" Oh, not too bad." Hermione tore
her eyes away from baby Bella and back to the envelope in her
trembling hands.
"They're going to let me know after they've
done interviewing everyone else." Who was she trying to kid? They
all knew how woefully inadequate she was. She couldn't get a job at
the ministry or as a healer. She'd tried her best with S.P.E.W, but
the houselfs just weren't listening. And as far as the Muggles were
concerned she had finished her education at the age of 11 so not even
McDonalds would take her.
"Well, fingers crossed eh
sweetheart."
"Ummm….. Sure mum."
Hermione was still
staring at the cream parchment envelope in her hands. She read the
address over and over again. Yep it was definitely for her. Hermione
had never wished harder in her life that she could just disappear
when her mother bent over her shoulder and asked if she was going to
open it or just stare at it. A part of her knew that her mum was just
kidding but a bigger, less rational, part of her couldn't help but
feel like her mum was telling her she wasn't brave enough to open a
letter, never mind be a Gryffindor.
Hermione laughed at her mum
but her still trembling hands gave her away as she turned the
envelope around and tore into the back. Easing out the thick
parchment letter Hermione slightly changed the position of her body
at the table, so her mum couldn't read over her shoulder. If it was
bad news then she didn't want her parents to know straight away.
Dear
Miss Granger.
It
has come to our attention that a number of our recent graduate
students or more aptly non graduating 7th
year students are finding it difficult receiving employment with
their unsatisfactory N.E.W.T scores.
I would like to invite you
to a meeting to be held Friday 18th
August to discuss this matter with all concerning persons. The
meeting will be held at Hogwart school of witchcraft and
wizardry.
The Hogwarts express will be laving platform 9 ¾
at 11am and departing again at 7pm. Refreshments will be provided.
We
hope to see you there Miss Granger.
Professor
Minerva McGonagull.
(Headmistress of Hogwarts school of witchcraft
and wizardry, Order of Merlin, second class.)"
There's a meeting at school, so that maybe we could go back and get
our N.E.W.T's "
"Ummm that's great honey. But do you think
that we could hurry this along a bit? Mrs Taylor from across the road
will be over in about 20minutes to babysit Bella."
" Where are
we going mum." All the time they were talking Mrs Granger never
took her eyes of young daughter, staring into her sparkling eyes and
curling her chubby little fingers around her wedding finger. Her Dad
soon joined the happy little scene, standing behind his wife.
Reaching an arm around her he gently caressed Bella's head with the
tip of one finger before answering his daughter for his wife.
"
Your mother and I thought it might be nice if we had some time alone
together." Hermione's heart lifted at this, she hadn't been
alone with her parents since before Bella was born. Even then all
they talked about was the new baby. Then he said he said the five
little words that could make her heart sink again.
"Just the two
of us."
"oh……. Why didn't you ask me to look after
Bella?"
"oh well honey" her mum finally made eye contact
with her. " we thought you might want some time to yourself too.
You know without a screaming baby in the house. You could catch up
with friends, maybe invite some around."
"Sure mum sounds like
fun." but Hermione felt like she could see the truth shining out of
her mothers eyes. She didn't want to leave her alone with her baby
sister. She didn't trust her with her. She simply wasn't good
enough.
" So what are you guys going to do?" Hermione tried to
keep the hurt from her voice as she asked.
"Well first we are
going bowling, then we thought we would get something to eat and then
maybe go to a movie. Sort of like a date, dinner and a date." Emily
Granger chuckled at her own wit. " We should be home around 11.
Midnight at the latest." this she directed once again to the infant
in her arms as if her eyes were magically drawn to her or she simply
couldn't drink her fill of her. " And little Bella here is having
a sleep over at Mrs Taylor's house so we can all get a good nights
sleep. Aren't you sweetheart." Hermione watched as her mother
digressed into a lot of cooing and silly noises before carefully
handing the baby over to her husband.
" I'm going to go get
changed and sort out Bella's over night things. Can you make sure
Hermione finishes those letters? Lottie really will be here soon."
Without even looking at her oldest daughter, Emily Granger turned and
left the room. Her soft tread easily heard in the silence that
followed her. Her farther nervously cleared his throat
" uh hum
you heard your mother…. Get writing missy." He said it with a
smile on his face thought to dull the sting of his words.
Hermione
quickly opened her remaining letters and scanned them all. They all
basically asked her if she was going to the meeting in a little over
a week on the 18th
. That and a couple of arguments between Ron and Ginny she was
supposed to work out. She sent them all the same thing, saying that
she was going to go to the meeting and they should all come round to
her house. They could order in and catch up. She sent the last of the
owls off out of the kitchen window just as the door bell rang at the
front of the house.
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Emily Granger slowly made her way down the hall to her eldest daughters bedroom dreading what she would find there. She didn't know if it was being away for so long or having her memories restored to her but she felt like she saw things with a new found clarity. With a heavy head and an even heavier heart she pushed open her daughters bedroom door. Sweeping her eyes around the room as she carefully stepped inside, her eyes fell to the normally immaculate white bed linen and blue throw where a dark spot of colour had already started to set. A single tear drop fell to join it before she turned and quietly left the room closing the door again as she went.
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P.S SOOOOOOOOO sorry it took me so long to post this but I had some problems with computer amongst other things. I will try to post more often but I can't make any promises. Please read and r
