Words I Couldn't Say
Chapter 2
Why?
Hermione Granger turned the page in a trance, Ron had told her it was stupid to read this rubbish. She knew she shouldn't have told him who the author really was. He could have gone the rest of his life never knowing, but nope, she opened her mouth and told him. She looked at the title of the new chapter, Why? She tilted her head and read on, cuddled up in the bay window of Grimwald Place as Harry walked by.
Why?
Every child asks this question when they grow up,
even if it sometimes doesn't make sense.
My family believed in the old pureblood way.
The normal things; muggle borns didn't belong,
blood traders where beneath you, money is
everything; those things. I was taught that way,
as well as one must marry pure. Sometimes this
meant arrangements, others your were given a choice.
When I was younger, why wasn't the most I could say.
When my father said muggle borns were mudbloods,
but I shouldn't say that in public; I asked why. He
told me they were outcasts and didn't belong. He
talked about in olden times with witch hunts. He
told me how many pureblood families were
destroyed by muggles and their stupidity for
killing young wizards and witches who could
not control their powers.
Hermione read this part over, she remembered reading about such a thing in her brief class of muggle studies and her education on History of Magic.. It was what had stemmed the hatred for muggles in the wizarding world. Though most youth had been desensitize to it over the years, some pureblood families kept an updated version of the wtich trials. This had given her an understanding as to why so many pureblood families still held anger towards muggles.
This did not answer my question on muggleborns,
but started a fear of muggles. My thought as a child
was that it was because they felt that way towards
muggleborns and it wasn't fair to them. But as I
grew older and the sweetness of childhood drifted,
I understood what my family meant. They simply
didn't belong. Yes, that is what I thought.
When I was told about blood traders, I had a harder
time with this when I was younger. They were not
muggles and they were pure. But I was told that they
were worse because they let the muggle born become
higher then them. Why? I never received an answer,
but I excepted it and moved on.
When I was older and You-Know-Who was a subject
that I could listen and join into. It was foolish to ask
why, but I was automaticly answered. When I thought;
why is he so important? Someone would tell me it
was because he had power. He wanted to purify the
wizarding world.
When his corruption started after his second rising,
I was blind to its effect. With time I became more
blind to what it was. Blinded by rage, revenge, and
anger. All towards an individual that could have
been helpful during this time. Had I learned to say
the words. Had I learned to ask why with actual
concern instead of a child's curious thought.
Yes, the word why is what started the shape of
my life, it's the key to this story.
Hermione looked at the chapter, reading onwards and on the footnotes. She couldn't tear her eyes away. She sat in thought on how many purebloods were taught like this. It was good insight to a persons mind, she continued reading onwards, completely entrap.
TBC
