A/N: Hi! In the previous chapter, I wrote in my author's note that I might delay this chapter because I need to rewrite that deleted chapter, but remembering that I will be going on holiday for a week, I will not be able to post it. So, if I don't post the next chapter as usual (after three days since I last updated), you all will have to wait for a week and three days plus. Am I nice? ^^
As I have mentioned in the previous chapter, the next few chapters will be getting sad but it will slowly be happy (but not so happy). Should be soon... *smiles* so don't worry. Just a little, small, a teeny bit of spoiler (you can choose if you want to read, it doesn't really matter), Chapter 13 will be an angsty/sad kind of chapter - don't come after me! *runs away from computer* it's about Crabbe and Goyle's plan.
Thank you to everyone who read, followed, reviewed or favourited ^^ I really really love and enjoyed reading all the wonderful reviews! Another thank you to Sabrina Selene for taking her time to help me with this story ^^
Now, the time is around 4 AM in the morning. *smiles* in a few hours time, I will be leaving Singapore ... ^^
Disclaimer: Hm ... Let's see ... I didn't know of Harry Potter until the movie was published so ... Why would I own Harry Potter?
Chapter 11: The Train Accident
Professor Dumbledore was having a very scrumptious breakfast at the moment. And like every day, he was happily sitting with his staff and enjoying the view of the massiveness of his school at the Great Hall before him. Also like everyday, owls swooped in bringing letters, parcels and newspapers to the students. However, it wasn't everyday he saw Hermione Granger sitting dejectedly at the table, eyeing sadly at all her friends squealing with joy as they received each owl.
Dumbledore frowned, his sharp eyes missing nothing. She hasn't received a single owl today. No, come to think of it, she hasn't received an owl for weeks now ...
Hermione ate the rest of her breakfast in a sort of daze. She wondered why her parents hadn't replied to any of her owls. Normally, she would receive a letter from them after three days from writing to them but since this week, she's heard nothing. At first, she had thought their lives must be very busy now, being dentists and all ...
Hermione shifted in her seat. Folding her arms on the wooden table, she laid her head down, having no appetite all of the sudden. She sighed.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Ginny asked, noticing her friend looking so down.
"It's nothing, really ... " Hermione mumbled absently, subconsciously tuning out of her friends' conversations.
Why had her parents not replied to her owls? Did something happen to them? Could they have got into some sort of accident? Or were they abducted -
No. I mustn't think of all those stupid, negative thoughts. My parents are perfectly fine. They're just busy, that's all. Everything is fine. Hermione convinced herself mentally, trying to stay calm, though her heartbeat was rapidly increasing. She was feeling sick with worry.
They had been writing to her just fine a week ago, so why aren't they replying now? Did something really happen to them?
Stop, Hermione moaned, Why do I keep thinking that my parents are in some sort of danger?
Though the thought of her parents were involved in some sort of accident had been nagging at her for quite some time now, Hermione kept brushing it away. But today was Friday, the week was drawing to a close ... and she's been getting increasingly worried. Could there be someone preventing her parents from receiving her letters? Someone who had intercepted Hermione's owls and prevented her and her parents from contacting one another?
But ... if that was the case, what was their motive? Who was that person?
Hermione bit her lip, closing her eyes to rest for a short while. She had been having insomnia for quite a while now ...
Then, a few minutes later, there was a nudge at her side. Hermione snapped out of her little rest. She lifted her head up and stretched. Turning to her side, she realised that it was Harry, good ol' Harry looking at her with once again, concern in his green eyes.
"Hermione? I won't ask you what's wrong since I know you won't tell me -"
Hermione had to laugh a little at that. He knew her so well.
Harry continued, a small smile on his face now that he saw Hermione laugh, "Anyway, I was going to say that classes are going to start soon."
"Right." said Hermione, getting up. She pushed all her worries to the back of her head again and concentrated on getting to class on time, "Let's go then."
On the way out of the Great Hall, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she jumped in surprise as she saw the stern face of Professor McGonagall. She gulped, hoping she wasn't angry about the other day when Draco dragged her and Lavender to the Hospital Wing ... after all that was his fault ...
"Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall spoke, "Professor Dumbledore would like to have a word."
"N- now?" Hermione blurted out, bewildered.
"Yes. You had better come along with me this instant. The Headmaster says it is urgent."
"I -" she looked at Harry, Ron and Ginny who were staring at her curiously.
"Come along now, Miss Granger. The rest of you, get to your classes." Professor McGonagall said to Harry and the rest firmly. Harry smiled at her encouragingly and left, while Ron gave her a thumbs-up and followed. Ginny, who was the last to leave mouthed, "Don't worry!" and waved before running off.
"But ... what about my own class?" Hermione asked, turning back to face the the professor. She's never missed a class in her life! Well ... maybe except the time when she fainted because of a quarrel with Malfoy ...
The professor smiled a little at this, most students would be thrilled to get taken out of a class. Hermione on the other hand, was looking genuinely worried, "The Headmaster have already explained to Professor Sprouts that you will be missing Herbology. Now, if you'll let me escort you to his office ..." And with that, Professor McGonagall turned with a swish of her robes and walked out of the Great Hall.
Hermione stood there for a moment, stunned. What, what had she done wrong now? Then, she looked to the Slytherin table where Draco sat, looking at her with interest. She sent a glare at him. Must be his fault, again! Then, she turned and hurried, trying to catch up with the Transfigurations Professor.
Ten minutes later, Hermione found herself seated in a large, cushioned chair in Dumbledore's office. However, she wasn't feeling particularly comfortable, especially as she sat under the Headmaster's scrutinising gaze. Hermione fidgeted, and played with her thumbs, all the while looking down and slowly turning white with worry as she thought about what she might have done wrong.
It must be that day when I accidentally tripped in the Library! Hermione thought, I landed so loudly and caused such a disturbance!
Or that time when I didn't wash my hands with soap after using the washroom! Hermione groaned inwardly, It was all out! Still! I forgot to use scurgify! All the things I've touched after ... must be contaminated with my germs!
I knew it! That one time in Snape's Potions! I didn't stir the mixture three times as instructed! Hermione broke out into cold sweat, But a book in the Library said that for the best results, stir it twelve times, alternating between clockwise and anti-clockwise! Sure, it was the best draught brewed in the class but what if I used Dark magic? What if stirring twelve times is actually some Dark magic that I -
"Professor McGonagall, if you please ..." Dumbledore spoke suddenly.
The Professor standing at the door, nodded her head and went out. Hermione panicked ... this isn't good ... could she have done something so shameful that the Headmaster can't even bear to let it be heard by the Deputy Head?
"Miss Granger -" Dumbledore began.
"I'm sorry, Headmaster!" Hermione cried, "Professor, please, please forgive me ... I didn't know ... I was so blind! I mean, I should have but I was so tired that day! You must understand! I never meant any harm - I thought I was just ... just -"
"Miss Granger!" Dumbledore exclaimed, surprised.
"I knew I shouldn't have stirred it twelve times," Hermione continued to ramble on, tears in her eyes, "I didn't know I was using Dark magic! I thought that by stirring it twelve times, I could get the most accurate result -"
Dumbledore quickly cut in, "Miss Granger, whatever are you saying?"
Hermione quickly explained in a flash about the Potions incident. In the end, she was surprised to see Dumbledore laughing softly in his chair.
"Professor ..." Hermione started, blinking.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore managed to say in between chuckles, "I'm certain you are not using Dark magic. Indeed, the Draught of Focus is most accurately brewed when stirred twelve times, alternating between stirring it clockwise and anti-clockwise ... but recently, the Ministry has found a way and shortened it to three to make things simpler."
Hermione nodded, relieved.
"Anyway, Miss Granger," Dumbledore continued.
"Hermione." Hermione spoke, politely correcting the Headmaster. Formalities could make her nervous. Calling her by her name usually puts her more at ease.
"Hermione." Dumbledore smiled, "Anyway, Hermione, I haven't called you here to discuss that ..."
Then, Hermione's pulse quickened, "Oh I know! Then it must be the washroom incident!"
"Washroom?"
"Then it must be that time I fell in the Library!" Hermione exclaimed, "I know that I'm being very clumsy but ..."
"Hermione." Dumbledore intervened again, "You're not in trouble."
"I haven't done anything wrong?" Hermione blinked, this time in disbelief.
Dumbledore shook his head.
"I haven't failed a test?"
"No."
"My grades aren't slipping?"
"No."
"And the cake I baked with the House Elves haven't poisoned anyone?"
"No." Dumbledore answered, with a smile on his face.
"Then ... but I don't understand, Professor!" Hermione frowned, "Why have you summoned me here?"
Dumbledore twirled his wand in his right hand, looking at her thoughtfully, "Well, let's imagine a scene where a girl is living away from her family. But, she is happy. Because, she is surrounded by friends and keeps in touch with her family occasionally."
Hermione gasped. Is he ... could he be ... ?
"But one day," Dumbledore dropped his wand and looked sad, "She stopped receiving letters. And she is worried, she hasn't heard from her family in a long, long time ..." Then, he looked up at her.
"You noticed." Hermione said quietly, looking down at his desk.
Dumbledore nodded. "You haven't been getting any owls, have you?"
Hermione shook her head.
"But you're still trying to contact them? Your parents, I mean. You're still writing to them in the hopes they might reply?"
Hermione nodded, tears slowly gathering in her eyes.
"I see." Dumbledore looked thoughtful again. "Lemon drops?" and he held out a jar, full of them, to Hermione.
"No thank you, Professor." Hermione managed a weak smile.
Professor Dumbledore sighed and pushed up his half-moon spectacles, "Well, Hermione, I think it's time I take a trip to the Muggle world."
Hermione went about her classes in a sort of daze. After she's been dismissed from Dumbledore's office, she couldn't help thinking of him promising to find out what exactly had happened to her parents. She wanted to go with him but he very firmly stopped her, saying that it would be best she stayed put and let him bring the news to her.
Hermione understood his concern and reasons why she couldn't go but they were her parents! And she had a right to see for herself what situation they were in now ...
She turned her attention back to class when she noticed her Ravenclaw partner was staring at her curiously. Hermione started to scribble what have been written on the blackboard.
She felt a nudge and a hand rest on her own, stopping her from continuing, it was the Ravenclaw girl beside her.
"You've already copied that down." she spoke, smiling, then pointed to the words and numbers neatly written at the top of the page of Hermione's notebook.
"Oh ... thank you." Hermione said, and dropped her quill.
"Is something wrong?" The Ravenclaw girl asked.
Hermione shook her head and forced herself to smile, "No. I just don't feel like doing ... Arithmacy today."
"Oh. But isn't this your favourite class?"
"Miss Granger." Professor Vector called from the front of the class.
Hermione stood and automatically recited, "When the subject is 4 then the solution is 55."
Professor Vector nodded and turned back to the blackboard again.
"How'd you do that?" the Ravenclaw girl asked, looking amused, "Pay attention in class while not paying attention!"
Hermione blushed and shrugged, turning back to her notebook as she copied the next few sums.
"I wish I could do that ..." the Ravenclaw girl sighed, "It must be nice to be able to listen to class while daydreaming about Draco ..."
Hermione froze, her quill dropping out of her hand. "Malfoy?" She asked, looking disgusted.
"Isn't that what you're daydreaming about?"
"One, I'm not daydreaming. Two, if I was, it'd never be about that Ferr - that ... boy." Hermione corrected herself in time. Again, saving him.
Picking her quill up, Hermione continued writing.
"Oh? But aren't you two close?"
"We're friends. Just friends. Not close friends, not best friends and certainly ..." her stomach churned at the thought, " ... nothing more than that either."
"Ah." said the girl, looking a tad bit disappointed.
Hermione sighed and turned away again. If only she knew what she was really thinking about ...
Finally, the day had ended and Hermione walked out of classroom, her head still buried in her Ancient Runes textbook. Then, she thought about going to the Common room. But she didn't feel like facing Malfoy today. So, she made her way to the Library instead, where she immersed herself in the wonderful world of books and forgot about all that's happened since Breakfast. Finally at nine, Hermione waved goodbye to Madam Pince and stepped out of the Library doors. Then, from behind her, she heard footsteps approach.
"Granger!"
Hermione winced ... she recognised that voice. Anyway, it was time to face the music. She had to tell him.
"Draco Malfoy." she turned around slowly and closed her eyes, "Listen. I am not partaking in your ridiculous ruse any longer -"
That's when two hands grabbed her shoulders and shook her, "Granger!" Draco was panting, bending over slightly, "Professor ... Professor Dumbledore ..."
"What?" Hermione's eyes flew open. All the memories of what happened this morning rushed back to her. She felt a growing knot in her stomach ... was it something ... bad?
"What Draco? What is it?" Hermione tried to keep her hands from trembling and her voice steady.
Draco let out a short laugh, "You called me by my first name."
Hermione threw his hands off, "That's not important you fool!" she cried, exasperated, "Tell me now, what's happened?"
"Professor Dumbledore came to our Common room personally, said he was looking for you ... Hermione ... he looked anxious ... pale and anxious." Draco straightened slowly, glancing at Hermione's clenched fists and stony expression.
"Then what, Malfoy?" Hermione pressed on. Though her expression was unreadable, like stone, her voice slightly trembled with worry.
"He asked me to find you immediately. As soon as possible. He mentioned this was a matter of Life and Death ... I -"
Hermione didn't need to hear anymore. She was soon sprinting down the corridors, her brown hair flying behind her. Draco whirled around and stared. What was going on? Shaking his head, he sprinted after her as well.
Hermione yelled out the password before she's even reached the portrait. The portrait lady raised her eyebrows but saw no one, then, Hermione came running down from a bend in the corridors. She was dashing straight for the portrait. Alarmed, the lady hurriedly swung the door open to avoid a head-on collision. Hermione dashed inside and saw Professor Dumbledore, seated in the Common room, with a teapot and two cups on the table.
"Professor ..." she doubled over, panting hand.
"Miss Granger - Ah ... Hermione." Dumbledore started, "I brought you some ... news. Why don't you sit down? Do you need assistance?"
Then, the door flew open and in came Draco, also panting, but clearly in better shape then Hermione.
"Ah ... Mr. Malfoy. Do you think you can help -" Dumbledore was interrupted when Hermione collapsed to the floor with a loud THUD!
" ... help, uh ... Miss Granger to the sofa." Dumbledore continued.
Draco nodded and gently slid a hand under Hermione's knee and kept his other behind her back for support. With ease, he carried her and ... dumped her on the sofa. Hermione slowly sat up and glared, but straightened up and looked at Dumbledore worriedly, expectantly.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked at Draco.
Draco nodded, getting the message and slipped out of the room.
And standing outside the corridor, he wondered, whatever was going on?
Hermione had a feeling that this was bad news, no, very, very terrible news.
"Hermione." Dumbledore started to speak. Hermione held her breath ... anticipating what he was going to say next.
"Please, help yourself to a cup of tea."
Hermione froze. She was bewildered. She had been expecting the important news but ... Tea? How can he be thinking of drinking tea at this moment?
"Tea will soothe all of our nerves." Dumbledore explained, as if reading her mind, "You look like you could use some now, my dear."
Hermione nodded stiffly, and got up to pour tea from the teapot to her cup, then, she held it out to the Headmaster, "Professor Dumbledore, would you like some tea?"
"Yes, please."
Hermione poured.
Then sat.
Then clasped her hands ...
... And unclasped her hands.
"Drink." Dumbledore gestured to her cup.
Hermione looked at the steaming, hot, tea. She took the plate and touched the handle of the cup ... it was warm. Hermione drank. The tea was sweet, and just like Dumbledore had said - soothing. Also, it was hot, and it warmed up her body. Her hands, which was freezing just a minute before, no longer felt so cold. Hermione drank until every last drop of tea was gone, and in spite of herself, she smiled. She warmed her hands even more by clutching the sides of the still hot teacup.
"Feel better?" Dumbledore smiled at her kindly. Hermione nodded, feeling more relaxed.
"Alright." Dumbledore said, but his voice took on a more serious tone now, "Hermione, I, as you know, this morning, have traveled to the Muggle world in search of your parents. However, when I apparrated into their house, no one was at home - but," Dumbledore quickly said, noting the anxious expression that had come over Hermione again, "there were no signs of a struggle. Everything was neat and tidy."
"Then my letters -"
"Were all in your parents' bedroom. A huge pile, on their bed. Unopened. Untouched." Dumbledore said.
Hermione waited for Dumbledore to go on.
"I went out to the streets, and saw a man selling newspapers. So, I bought one." Dumbledore held up a Muggle newspaper from behind his back. He handed it over to Hermione, watching her.
Moving the teacup into one of her hands, Hermione reached for the newspaper with her free hand, her eyes settling on the headline.
27 STILL MISSING: RESCUE TEAMS ARE STILL SEARCHING
Slowly, Hermione's expression turned into one of horror. The teacup in her hand slipped and landed on the carpeted floor with a soft thud. But Hermione didn't notice. Her eyes were still fixed on the words.
"No." She whispered, eyes focusing on the huge, capital words. Was her parents ... missing?
"Your parents were involved in a train accident. The train had an engine failure ... it couldn't break or stop." Dumbledore said softly, "I found a document in their room about a purchase of train tickets to a small town - Hediore. The train number on the document and the one in this newspaper are the same."
"They ... wrote to me before ..." Hermione choked, eyes wide as she read and reread the headline, both her hands now holding the newspaper. "They said that they were going to visit an old friend and client ..."
Dumbledore nodded, "Well, I went to the police station nearby after reading the paper, there, I am able to receive a list of missing passengers and ..."
"My parents!" Hermione clutched the newspaper in her hands tightly, crumpling it. Forcing to keep her tears in but failing, a tear slid down her cheek, and onto the newspaper.
Dumbledore smiled sadly, and in a soft voice, he confirmed it. "They are still searching for Mr. and Mrs. Granger."
Hermione was very white. She sat still for a long while, her mouth hung open in fright.
"Hermione?"
Another tear escaped her brown eyes as Hermione took in all the sudden information and she nodded. Hermione stood up slowly and walked towards the door. "I'm sorry, this may seem rude ... But, let me ..." she said, her voice still trembling. Let me show you -"
"No need." Dumbledore stood up, and waved his wand. The table was soon cleaned of the teapot and cups, "I'll show myself out. You, my dear, get some rest, please. I understand you need some time alone now." He walked over to her and touched her shoulder gently.
"Everything will turn out alright, I promise." And behind his half-moon spectacles, Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled with hope and empathy.
"Thank you, Professor," she muttered and the door opened ... then closed.
With Dumbledore gone, Hermione finally let loose. She wailed loudly and ran up to her room. Hermione wiped away her tears which were flowing down her cheeks furiously but more tears spilled. Soon, she gave up on wiping them away and just let them flow down her cheeks and off her chin. She read the newspaper on her bed, sobbing as she did. The train had apparently collided gone down a damaged, old track. But the driver couldn't turn, the engines weren't responding. The train won't stop ... and the bridge ... there was a bridge, that was under construction. It was only half-built and the train went across it, and dropped down into a gorge below ...
Hermione ripped the newspaper into shreds and crawled into bed. There, she cried herself to sleep.
When Hermione awoke the next day, she noticed that she's already missed half of Breakfast. She washed, and got herself ready. By the time she was done, it was almost time to start classes. Hermione walked out of the Common room and down several corridors, never meeting anyone's eyes, never answering the people calling out to her.
She had no idea where she was heading to but she didn't give a damn. She just didn't want to face anyone today. Not even Harry, Ron, or Ginny. Then, she felt crushed up paper balls thrown at her. The jeering and taunting started. Hermione felt fresh tears spring from her eyes. She quickened her pace ... then she ran, down corridors, past classrooms ... falling down many times, earning many wounds, cuts and bruises but she picked herself up and continued running nevertheless. She just had to run, she just had to. Hermione pushed past many students who were going for their classes and she ignored all the glares, whispers she heard that were directed to her. She couldn't care less about what they thought or said about her. All that she did was thinking and praying for her parents. She just wanted them safe and sound. That's all. She ran for a long while until her legs could carry her no more and she collapsed onto the stone ground. This time, she didn't pick herself up anymore. She didn't have much energy to stand up and run again. She was exhausted. Hermione just sat there and cried her heart out, the empty corridor echoing her agonised screams and sobs.
Draco looked around the room and stared at the empty seat beside him. Classes were about to begin. Where is she? He frowned. Yesterday was certainly strange ...
/FLASHBACK/
Draco was standing outside the room, trying to eavesdrop but heard nothing. Dumbledore must have placed a sound-proof charm on the walls ... soon, he gave up. Walking to the opposite wall of the portrait, he leaned back, and almost fell asleep at the corridor there and then when he heard the portrait swing open.
His eyes instantly flew open. Peering inside the common room while the Headmaster walked out, he caught a glimpse of the bushy-haired girl. She looked so dejected ... her eyes were red and puffy. As soon as the door closed, Draco heard her cry as she ran away from the door, the sound of her footsteps fading.
Turning to Dumbledore, he asked, "What's wrong with Granger?"
"Mr. Malfoy. You will not be sleeping inside. Please, join the Slytherin dormitories and ask them to make room for tonight."
"Professor ... I don't understand ..."
"You don't have to." Dumbledore said firmly, "Also, try to let Miss Granger be for the next few days." then, he nodded at him, "Goodnight, Mr. Malfoy."
Then, he was gone.
Draco said the password to the room several times, yelled, even, but the portrait lady would not open.
"You heard him." said the lady and put back on her ear muffs.
/END OF FLASHBACK/
"Becoming a bad girl, Granger?" he mumbled. He hadn't even seen her come down for Breakfast.
Then, the door opened and Hermione entered. Her hair was messy around her face. Her robes slightly crumpled. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks stained with a stream of dried tears. She looked dazed and horrible.
Hermione walked to her seat and casted a spell to look better, though her red eyes were still there.
"Been crying, Granger?"
"Just leave me alone. I am in no mood to deal with you, Malfoy." Hermione mumbled. She felt very tired from her crying earlier on, though, it was admitted, that she felt much better.
Draco snorted and looked away shortly before turning his attention back to her.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she answered curtly.
"What is it? It's obvious it's not nothing!" he exclaimed, exasperated.
"It is nothing. It is not and will never be your business, keep away!" Hermione growled.
"Granger -"
"I said nothing! Are you deaf? What's wrong with your ears, Malfoy? Just. KEEP. AWAY!" Hermione screamed and ran out of the room halfway during class.
Professor Mcgonagall who had just walked in, stumbled back as Hermione ran past her like a whirlwind. She straightened herself and looked understandingly towards the direction she went. All the staff knew about this matter and were asked to forgive her should she lose her temper during class.
Everyone stared at Draco as whispers began to fill the class, and soon, rumours will be flying around and spreading like wildfire.
Harry and Ron turned to glare at Draco, their eyes definitely saying, ''I know you have something to do with this."
Draco sighed and turned his attention to the professor.
As class dragged on as usual throughout the day, Hermione was a no-show for all of them. Draco had no choice but to also take down notes for her as he believed that she would want them afterwards.
"Why am I so nice to her these days? Must be getting soft..." he mumbled.
The last class (Charms) ended and Draco swiftly left his seat for the door.
Draco shook his head disapprovingly and reprimanded himself mentally, 'Get a grip, she's not really your friend, you don't have to do these for -'
"Malfoy." someone called from behind.
Draco stopped in his tracks and turned around to find out who called his name.
"Saint Potter and the Weasel," Draco acknowledged, looking bored, and continued to walk again.
"Wait, we need to talk. About Hermione."
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This chapter may not be that good since I didn't have the time to edit this chapter many many times, sorry!
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