Chapter 2
Hermione
My father once told me that brilliant minds are often the most revered people both currently and in history. I still remember about all the famous historians dad used to talk about. From Winston Churchill to Queen Elizabeth the first he used to never stop talking about them. I myself would never stop listening. He would always fascinate me with all their stories. He was an excellent storyteller as well, at the age of five he used to make up stories for me and let me read his huge collection.
I've read all the volumes of books I could, before mum sold all the books to someone else. She never told me why she sold it, but I didn't need an answer, they just reminded her of him. It frustrated me; if something reminds her of dad she will absolutely hate that one particular object. She had to throw out expensive pieces of china dishes and glasses just because "He had bought those for me on our honeymoon." It made me wonder if I would have been thrown out then, after all he is the man who helped make me. She hasn't thrown me out yet, thankfully.
I didn't understand why that frustrated me either or anything she did. Perhaps I just missed that love from a man and had too much from my mother. I had been spending the night going on about my life and my petty, childish hatred towards my mother. So I plucked up the willpower to get off my bed take my diary and write something. However nothing was coming to mind, is this what writers block is? No, of course not Hermione you haven't written a book yet.
Oh, when can I get out of this depressing atmosphere? I just can't wait to go to this Hogwarts School I really do need something to occupy my mind and time. God I miss my old school, all my friends and everything. Why did I have to suggest the move to her? That's it! I have to find something else to do. So I opened my door went down the stairs and into the kitchen to make me something to eat. Wait hang on, is it morning already?
I saw a crack of sunlight from one of the kitchen curtains I opened them to get a full blast of sunlight. Instinctively I used my arms to shield me from the sun's rays. Once my eyes adjust I looked outside the window to see that it was late in the afternoon. How did I know? That's when the kids were usually outside playing or doing something else. I didn't understand why I had the urge to go outside but it didn't seem like a bad idea either until I realized I was still in my pajamas.
So I rushed back upstairs put on some jeans and a nice white shirt and rushed back down to go outside. That's when I heard the door unlocking on its own and stopped dead in my tracks to greet my mother who had brought boxes of stuff that was left in the other house.
"Good morning dear" she said.
"Morning Mum" I said back to her.
"It's a lovely day, where you just about to step outside?" she asked me and I nodded my reply.
"Well hang on, I just found something interesting in one of the boxes. Something the both of us can do outside" she said. From the box she pulled out and old roughed up soccer ball.
I laughed as hard as I could, which earned me a very confused look from my mother. It was just the idea of my mother even attempting something like this.
"What?" she asked.
"You want to play soccer with me?" I asked her with a smirk on my face.
"Well why not? I mean I am still young and completely open to new experiences" she said "Come on, it'll be fun."
I couldn't convince her otherwise, she was hooked to the idea and I had to go along with it. So the both of us went outside and started a small game. My mother used two jackets as a net and I being on the girl's soccer team took my natural position as a goalie.
My mother was on the other end of lawn preparing to kick the ball with her old roughed up shoe to accompany the soccer ball. She took a couple of small kicks which I easily blocked. Thankfully they didn't require me to do much, since I didn't want to ruin my good shirt. My mother took another look kick which never got to me.
"Come on mum, at least give me one challenging one" I said to her before kicking the ball back.
She gave me that 'Oh really' look and then ran towards the ball at full speed. The determination on her face made me worry that something bad was about to happen, and it did. The ball had soared past my head, missing by inches and was going towards a black haired boy who was wearing spectacles and just standing there unaware of the preceding danger.
Oh no I thought, please duck by some coincidence. However it was not meant to be and the ball had hit the boy.
My mother and I gave each other the same shocked look on our face. I then ran towards the black haired boy who didn't seem injured or knocked out and knelt beside him.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" I said.
His back was still towards me when he said "Yeah I'm fine" then he turned to face me. At that moment I was mesmerized when I saw his face for the first time. His emerald green eyes enchanted me and caught me in a very affectionate yet deadly stare. His face just attracted me for some reason, it was reasonably boney but I didn't understand why I liked it; I just did. It had been a long moment before I realized I was staring at him. It took even longer to realize that he was also staring back. I then cleared my throat and broke the awkward silence by asking "Is there any bumps or bleeding?"
The emerald eye boy took a while to register what I had just asked and then replied "No, I don't feel anything. It didn't hit me that hard"
"Oh, okay" I said. 'Oh, Okay' is that the best you have Hermione. He had said something but I didn't hear it.
"What?" I said.
"My name is Harry, what's yours" he asked
I gave my hand out and said "Hermione". He shook it and said "What a nice name. It's both unique and different"
Did he just compliment me? My checks automatically turned red; Damn things. I could help but smile at his comment.
"How is it different?" I asked curiously.
"Well it's not like the typical female British names you hear like Becky, Victoria, Sandy, Christina, Emma, Jane, Laura, Abbey," he continued
I couldn't help but laughing because he was pretty spot on with the names.
"Why do you have a hatred for typical stuff?" I asked.
"No, not really" he said "But I don't mind different and unique"
My cheeks turned red once more because I just realized he was talking about me in that statement. Wow, this really is a good neighborhood. On the second day I found a cute guy who actually likes me, I think.
In an effort to make myself look appealing I slowly stroked my hair back with one hand. I caught him looking at it, and couldn't help but smiling. However I just remembered I didn't brush my hair properly it was probably a mess right now.
"So, what brings you here" I asked in an effort to divert his attention from my hair.
"My godfather" he said.
"Godfather?" I asked curiously. How this boy fascinates me.
"Yeah, my parents died in a car crash you see" he said.
Oh, my god I thought to myself "I am so sorry" I said.
He waved his hand in a don't-worry-about-it way and then said "It's alright." He took a deep breath and then asked "What about you?"
"Me? Well my story is about the same as yours, except my mother had lived through it. And it's alright" I told him before I had someone else give a sympathetic speech.
However what made me curious is the small chuckle he gave after I finished talking.
"Well, I really must be going I've got some stuff to catch up on" He said.
"Wait you sure you don't want to have that head checked out?" I asked him in an effort to keep him from leaving.
"Its fine" he told me "However if you're still worried about it then you can come over for dinner to check up on it" he said.
"Yeah, sure" I said immediately. Wait a minute; did he just con me to a date? He just asked me over to his house and I didn't realize it. This was going to be a very interesting dinner.
AN: Wow, I can't believe this chapter was that long. I never anticipated it to be like that, in fact I though it would be shorter than the first chapter. Well I hope the beginning was okay, I felt that it was a little rushed but hopefully you guys like it. Alright so since my mother is at a high risk condition I will be delayed with these chapters not only for this fan fic but for all of the ones I have written. I have to tend to her since my siblings are a little bit busier and I have a little more time on my hands. Sorry folks but family does come first for me. Anyways I hope you guys do like this chapter and as always, rate and review.
