I got off Sirius' bike which just looks like a really nice Harley Davidson to the muggle eye and take my helmet off. I know Hermione Granger on a bike but every time I step on it I feel safe and surrounded by memories. I'm wearing tight black jeans and a white tank top and a leather jacket. My left ear has several piercings and my hair is put over my right to cover my right ear. My hair flows down my back as I have finally been able to tame the beast that has caused me so much grief but I kind of miss it. I miss the old Hermione. Sometimes. I was wearing combat boys and as soon as I drove in all eyes were on me. However, I was used to it. I went straight to school as I apparated here and it would save questions about the airport and stuff with Charlie, it will be awkward enough without unanswered questions.
I walk into the office and see a kind lady staring and a sheet and typing casually into a screen. I look to her name tag and clear my voice ever so slightly tying to get her attention without being rude.
"Hi I'm Hermione Granger, the new student here and have come to collect any papers miss" I say in a polite but cold tone.
"Oh yes dear, here is a map and schedule ooh and a form for all your teachers to sign. Also just a few sheets to sign as you have no legal guardian." I sign the sheets and run out of it. I didn't particularly want to be reminded that I was alone, I already had my heart punishing me. I grab my schedule and realise I have AP Calculus. What is this Apparently it is like Arithmacy but without the fortune telling. I have mainly core subjects and finally finish with PE after Biology.
I walk and look around anxiously. The war has made me paranoid as I size up everyone and make my way to the back or at least try to until my teacher calls me up to the front.
"Miss Granger won't you please introduce yourself to the class." She says sweetly. Sickly sweet.
That little swine. What am I going to say? I'm Hermione. I'm a witch. I fought in a war none of you knew about. It was against this big guy called Voldemort. That's basically it nothing interesting there. No so instead I kept it simple.
"I'm Hermione. I'm British. I came from a boarding school in Scotland. I just moved into the house in the woods."
I went to sit down but I was bombarded by a keen girl in the front. I narrowed my eyes at her already disliking her positive attitude. She was one of those people who you can tell from looking at them how annoying they are.
"By yourself?" Yes definitely annoying.
"Yes." My tone making it obvious I didn't want to go into it.
"No parents?" Can she stop asking stupid question and get the hint. It is not that subtle but God I hate small towns. Always in others business. So I walk to my (I have proceeded to choose my desk) desk in the back and turn around and fix a nasty glare onto my face while my lips move in a cold fashion.
"My parents were murdered." Naturally, there isn't much talk after that as it isn't really a fun topic. No it goes completely quiet. I walk to the back of my room and sit down. The class goes on without a hitch except the whispers and stares. It was incredibly boring and I am soon caught myself daydreaming. Just staring at nothing for most of the lesson. Except for occasionally looking around the room and counting the exits. Some people say I have PTSD I just say some habits from the war just die hard. I had devised by this point hundreds of ways to get unnoticed and had started contemplating a few when a voice snapped me back to reality.
"Miss Granger?" Ripping me from my daydream. I turn around and see the whole class staring at me. Again. Wow this town must be boring.
"Sorry what Prof-Sir" Caught myself from saying Professor. Maybe I can pass that off for an English thing if I slip up.
"What does x equal" I look on the board and realise he has been doing a lot of working and I haven't been paying attention. It is not my fault his voice sounds like siri. I look at it and being Hermione granger, a borderline genius, absorb it all and figure out what x is almost immediately. I mean it isn't that hard.
"x is square root of 3y which is also 4.5673 over 2" The whole class looks a bit shocked and well so does the teacher if his mouth hanging open has anything to say about it. It was quite funny the way they couldn't control their emotions. He quickly closes it and brings the class back to his attention to carry on the lesson. Meaning I can just tune it out. I just stop. I no longer care. The old Hermione would be diligently writing notes, waving her hand for every question and being an insufferable know it all. But that Hermione is forever lost. The old Hermione was innocent. My innocence was stripped from me. This is what is left. It wasn't as pretty.
That awful noise goes off signalling the end of class. What is wrong with the Americans thinking a shrill bell is a nice noise. I looked at my hand to see a name scribbled on it in my handwriting.
Bella Swan
Apparently that's my cousin and the one I am meant to meet. Then I will be meeting Charlie after school. Oh Joy. Please note the sarcasm. It's not that I don't love them but 3 main reasons. They don't know I'm a witch. I haven't seen them since before Hogwarts. And the main one. I am no longer Hermione. And let's just say I am pretty sure they won't like the new me. The biker who wears leather, barely speaks, short tempered, doesn't work anymore. It's not exactly glowing. This is going to be … for lack of a better word awkward.
I'm walking to Lunch in the cafeteria. It's not exactly a huge crowd and I am used to much worse. Great hall was annoying hen all eyes turned on you which happened to be a lot when you were friend with Harry. What I am less fond of is the fact that as soon as I enter the cafeteria all conversations cease and everyone stares at me. I mean come on can't they be less obvious. I keep my face blank not even shyly smiling or smirking just blank. That is what I am now. Blank.
I grab some lunch and go to a table by myself. But as soon as I sit down an average looking girl with straight dark brown hair and pale skin walks up to me. I raise my eyebrow but then it clicks. I literally do a double take. This is Bella Swan. My cousin. She really has changed.
"H…Hermione?" She asks completely unsure.
"Cousin" I say with a cheeky smile. Not a real smile just the twerk of the lipsbut it doesn't reach my eyes. Nothing really does anymore. When I say she is my cousin every single person's mouth drops open. It is like I am Angelina Jolie and just walked in. It is amusing but slightly annoying.
"Hermione!" She screeches and flings herself into my arms. I instantly stiffen. I have never been good with physical contact and after the incident I am worse. Much worse.
She seems to sense my discomfort and immediately gets off of me. She gives a sheepish smile but then her face turns sad.
"I'm sorry about your parents 'Mione." A tear leaks out of my eye but not because of my parents. I had expected her to say that and built walls around it. What I wasn't expecting was my nickname. The one Ron and Harry used to call me.
"It's fine. But please don't call me 'Mione" I say in a small voice not bringing the usual hardness in it.
"That's fine. Don't worry about it. Anyway so how is your first day going?" She says this as she slips into the chair opposite me and that seems to break everyone out of their stupor and return to their own lives. Thank goodness, I was seriously considering hexing someone for it.
"It's a small town and the lessons are boring" It's all I can think of to say. Not really imaginative but true none the less.
"That's true. I got some of the treatment you got except I probably seemed more approachable." She eyes my outfit with slight disapproval. I smirk inwardly knowing ma outfit screamed "fuck off".
"I guess but I don't really care. I'm not here to make friends." She looks down at this.
Suddenly someone puts a hand on my shoulder. I immediately tense and snap around. I flip the arm around putting it in a lock and ram into the back of whom evers knees the attackers were bringing him to the floor. I blink out of my haze and realise it's a muggle. A muggle 17-year-old boy with baby blue eyes and blond hair.
Again the whole cafeteria is quiet. Really good way to make an impression.
