Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter.
Leona knew she was in trouble as soon as she walked in. Violet was wearing a floral dress, beige sweater, black tights, and her hair was done in a fishtail braid. There was a plate with two pieces of toast on the table along with three cups, one empty and two half full of orange juice. Her legs were crossed, and she was 'reading' wonder struck. Leona could tell she wasn't really reading however, for her eyes weren't moving. Instead they were glaring at the book so hard, Leona was surprised there wasn't a hole burning through it.
"H-hey Violet." She greeted nervously. Violet slammed her book shut.
"Hey Violet? Really? That's all you got? You left without even telling me, and then you walk in and say hey Violet?" she asked.
"Yep! Is that toast I smell? I'm starving!" exclaimed Leona. Violet's anger started to seep away at these words, and was instead replaced with worry.
"How's your concussion?" she asked with a frown. Aaaaaaaaaaaand she's back.
"I'm fine. They say that you are sensitive to light and noise and need to relax, so cell 25 was like perfect treatment. But I am still hungry. You might not realize this, but I haven't eaten in five days." Leona noticed Apple looking guilty.
"When was the last time you ate Apple?" violet asked, completely oblivious to the girl's guilt. Apple shrugged.
"I ate the day I arrived here, and every day before that that I can remember." Leona slung an arm around the younger girl's shoulder and pulled her down to a chair. Violet was her happy self again, she just wanted to make Leona sweat.
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After the rest of the girls woke up, Mr. King informed them that they were going out for the weekend. They were taking Monica and her friend Cc to an amusement park and then on a shopping spree. Both girls were nineteen and could get jobs, but Leona knew better then to mention that fact. An hour after they left, the girls decided to take a trip to the library. Apple wanted to go, so Leona made September go. September had taken an immediate disliking to the brunette, so Leona thought this would be good for them. April wasn't going, but nobody was surprised. It had been her birthday yesterday, so many doubted she would leave her room. Of course, it wasn't her real eleventh birthday. She had refused to disclose it. thought it would give away the identities of her parents. Subconsciously, Leona started rubbing her arm through the thin cotton of her poka dot dress. She too had been marked, well anyone over eleven had, and could relate to April. Apple looked lost in thought. She had done her hair in some sort of intricate braid that Leona didn't know the name of, and some clothes Margret lent her. Rosalinda Owens was coming, along with Benicia Clock and Mya Owens. Rosalinda was twelve, blonde, and very graceful. She loved ballet, but I wasn't like she could take classes, so she was self-taught. Benicia was found by big ben (hence the name Benicia Clock), was Asian, six-ish, and adorable. Rosalinda was her idle, for the young girl was entranced by the elder's graceful movements. Maya Owens wasn't really an Owens just as Samuel wasn't really a Stone, but in essence she was Rosalinda's 'daughter'. she was born premature, and the mother didn't want a weak looking baby, so she had given her up. Mya was still a beautiful child with her dark skin and hair, if on the small side. So off the sextet went.
"First things first I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh The way that things have been, oh ooh Second thing Second, don't you tell me what you think that I can be I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh The master of my sea, oh ooh" sang leona.
"I was broken from a young age Taking my soul into the masses Write down my poems for the few That looked at me took to me, shook to me, feeling me Singing from heart ache from the pain Take up my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty through the" Rosalinda sang. The next part they did together.
"Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My luck, my love, my God, they came from You made me a, you made me a believer, believer." Then it switched back to Leona.
"Third things third Send a prayer to the ones up above All the hate that you've heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh ooh Your spirit up above, oh ooh." By now, they had reached the library. Benicia squealed and ran off to the children section pulling a reluctant September with her, after a moment of hesitation Rosalinda followed, and Apple just stood next to Leona unsurely.
"I've never been to one of these. I mean, there was a library at my house but I've never been to a public one." Apple admitted. Leona nodded but was distracted, for in the corner, Leona spotted Hermione. That was the girl she was going to write a letter to after that odd day, but never did.
"If you'll excuse me Apple." Apple looked confused, but wandered off muttering about a bathroom. Leona cautiously approached the brunette. She was to a group of small children. Not wanting to interrupt, she quietly sat down behind a little girl with blonde hair. Hermione finished reading the story of a little girl who sold matches and got up to leave.
"Hermione! Wait!" she called. But it was too late the brunette was walking away. Leona shouldered her way through the crowd until she reached the teen. She grabbed her arm, and suddenly gasped as memories hit her with extreme force.
She was standing in a small room with stone walls and a bunch of vials on a table. Her hair was waist length. Hermione Granger was in the room as well looking as though she was about to cry. Suddenly Hermione flung her arms around Leona.
"You're a great witch Sandra, you know that right?" Hermione suddenly burst out. wait, what? a witch? Really? Leona moved away from Hermione with a slight blush on her face, and Leona was able to catch the end of mini her's sentence.
"-od as you."
"Me! books and smarts! There are more important things in life. Friendship! A-and bravery, and, a-a-and oh Alexandra!" Hermione exclaimed. "Please be careful!" the memory faded to be replaced by another. In this memory, she was sitting in a hospital room next to Ronald. Hermione was lying frozen on a hospital bed. She looked dead. She couldn't tell if they were speaking to the dead looking Hermione or not, for there wasn't any sound like always, and their backs were to present Leona. She was whisked away, and now found herself in a campus of sorts. Her hair was about halfway down her back. It was close to the length it was when she was found, but not quite the same.
"Does he still think that I entered myself?" Leona asked looking appalled. Hermione looked uncomfortable.
"No…" she trailed off. Leona raised an eyebrow. Hermione sighed.
"Oh my gosh Alexa! Can't you see? He's jealous of you!" leona reared back.
"Of me? why would anyone ever be jealous of me? he wants to look stupid in front of the whole school?"
"It's just…it's always you, you know?" Hermione asked. "A-and it's not that you ask for it or want it," she added hastily upon seeing Leona's face, "But you have to understand that Ronald had all of these siblings to compete with and you don't-
"Yeah, because my parents were murdered!" present Leona gasped, though it was inaudible.
"But Ron's always kinda overshadowed. People just view him as your sidekick, and he's never really said anything, but… I just….want you to understand where he's coming from." Leona sighed, and present Leona was whisked away. This time she was at a train. The train they were standing in front of read Hogwarts Express. Yes, that's right! She used to go to Hogwarts. If only she could figure out what Hogwarts was… oh well. Hermione once again looked nervous.
"Your aunt and uncle will be proud right?" she asked. Leona doubled over, and present Leona could only assume she was laughing.
"Crazy? All those times I could've died and failed? They'll be furious." Leona replied. Present Leona assumed she had started answering before standing completely up, and Leona simply didn't catch it. suddenly she was whisked away, but this time it was different. Instead of seeing scenes, she saw flashes of pictures. Hermione hugging Leona tightly in some sort of huge cafeteria. Hermione's hand shooting up so fast that it almost knocked Leona's glasses off. Leona and Hermione flopping back into hospital beds. Hermione and Leona riding some mythical fly beast. The girls dancing around an empty dorm.
leona was brought back to the present, panting.
"Y-you were my friend!" Hermione looked confused.
"I'm sorry?" she asked.
"At-at Hogwarts! We shared a dorm, and are witches, and we rode the train, and you admitted that there were greater things than books, and we rode one of those…griffin thingies, and we walked around the grounds and talked about how Ronald had siblings and I didn't because my parents were murdered and how he believed I entered myself but not really, and you used to raise your hands so fast that you'd almost knock my glasses off but I don't really have them anymore cause some thugs stole them and I couldn't exactly tell the fuzz!" Hermione was really pale, and she had tears swimming in her eyes.
"Alexandra?" she asked before flinging herself at the other girl sobbing. "We have to get you out of here! You have a family and friends who have missed you so much!"
"Hello?" asked Hermione. "Are you okay? You kind of spaced on me." leona shook her head to dislodge the thoughts of what could be.
"Yeah, sorry. I just wanted to say, that you have a way with words. I've never heard that story and really enjoyed it." Hermione looked surprised, but still said her thanks.
"You really haven't heard it? how come?"
"You new in town?" Hermione shook her head.
"Sheltered only child?" blushing slightly, she nodded.
"So you probably don't know about us. I'm sure you'll find out eventually, but I don't want to ruin this. I'm Leona Stone."
"Hermione Granger." They shook. Hermione looked at her watch.
"Sorry, I have to run. It was great meeting you. Maybe we can hang out sometime? Where do you live?" Leona nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"It doesn't matter. I'm not allowed out much, but I'll send you a letter ahead of time if I'm free and where we can meet."
"Umm, okay. Do you have a cell, or a land line?" Hermione asked unsurely. Leona shook her head no.
"Oka-" they were interrupted as an alarm went off on her watch. She sighed.
"And I'm officially late. I really have to go now. Bye!" and with that she ran off leaving Leona to wonder if she made the right choice about not mentioning anything to Hermione.
Disclaimer: I don't own the song that was used above. It was believer by imagine dragons. They own it. not me. please don't sue. And the bolded parts aren't taken from the book. They're from memory, so sorry if they aren't accurate. Also, I don't own the song used in that other chapter. I'm not sure who does, but it's not me. Thank you and good-night!