Hey guys,
I just spontaneously had the idea for this songfiction about a Harry Potter character. This story is about Hermione. Um, we'll forget about the fact that she's actually an only child, and we'll be a bit, well, flexible about the neighborhood, okay? Well, thank you. If you find logic or spelling mistakes, you can keep them. Am I not generous? xD
Hermione is already grown up and remembers her childhood and youth.
Oh yes, the "Castel on the hill" is nothing Hogwarts, but a "real" castle ruin.
I'm curious how you like the songfiction!
Feel free to leave a review or even a favo!
Disclaimer: The song belongs to Ed Sheeran, Hermione and all other canon characters J.K. Rowling. Anything that isn't characters I've added, I've only borrowed, and I'm giving back after this story. I do not earn any money with this!
Trigger warning: There could be alcohol consumption and the like mentioned, who doesn't like to read something like that, should unfortunately rather give my story a wide berth.
So, enough babbling, on to my first songfiction!
[Verse 1]
When I was six years old I broke my leg
And I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass as I rolled down
I was younger then, take me back to when I
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Found my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them through the years
And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long, I know I've grown
But I can't wait to go home
[Chorus 1]
I'm on my way, driving at ninety
Down those country lanes sining to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel and it's real
When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
[Verse 2]
Fifteen years old an smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through the backfields and gettin drunk with my friends
Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon I did it
Right, I was young then, take me back to when we found
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Weekend jobs and when we got paid
We'd buy cheap spirits and drink them straight
Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long, oh how we've grown
But I can't wait to go home
[Chorus 2]
I'm on my way, driving at ninety
Down those country lanes sining to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel and it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
[Bridge]
One friend left to sell clothes, on works down by the coast
One had two kids but lives alone, one's brother overdosed
One's already on his second wife, one's just barely getting by but
These people raised me and I, can't wait to go home
[Chorus 3]
I'm on my way, driving at ninety
Down those country lanes sining to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel and it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
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Hermione Jane Weasley was sitting alone on the sofa at home. Today she had met up with her best friend Ginny, who was also her friend Harry's wife, in the Muggle world while Harry and Ron took care of the two women's children. Hermione and Ginny had needed some "girl time" again, and their husbands had enthusiastically offered to teach the kids Quidditch while the two were out of the house. They had whined to each other about all the problems they had with their children, of course without using words like "wand" or the like. There was enough stressful stuff to talk about without the fact that they were magical families, which could have been told by any Muggle woman; quarrels between the siblings was only one of many things...
Afterwards, they had been to the movies and watched a documentary about the musician Ed Sheeran. Ginny had only met him through Hermione, who had grown up in the Muggle world, but had been enthralled by his music from the start, as he had songs from pretty much every genre of music.
Hermione still remembered one track from the movie and sang it softly to herself as she reminisced.
When I was six years old I broke my leg
And I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass as I rolled down
I was younger then, take me back to when I
Found my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them through the years
And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long, I know I've grown
But I can't wait to go home
Exactly as described in the song, Hermione had been six years old when she once again fled from her big brother. At that time, she had a similar fate to Harry. She had always been smarter than her brother, even though the age difference was seven years. Her brother had a hard time dealing with that, and had made it his business, along with his buddies, to tease her and chase her around. Hermione didn't find that funny at all, unlike her big brother. So once again on the run, but fortunately she had soon lost her brother and his gang, because she had much better conditions, she tripped over something and fell unhappily, so that she broke a leg. A bit overwhelmed with the situation, and also a bit tired because she had walked quite far, she settled down on a fragrant, lush green meadow and lay down. After a while, just letting the sun shine on her, she finally fell asleep. When she awoke a few hours later, her leg was completely back to normal. Astonished, Hermione rubbed her eyes, assuming she was still asleep. But she was not dreaming, her leg was completely healed again. As it turned out a few years later, this had probably been her first "burst of magic", that the broken bone in her leg had grown back together flawlessly within a few hours. Giggling happily, she rolled down a hill and had so much momentum that she rolled right up the next hill some more. She bounced the rest of the way up. At the top, she stood in front of the ruins of a small castle. Perhaps this had once been the vacation quarters of a ruler? Curious, she climbed inside the remains of the castle. To her astonishment, she realized that she was not alone; in a room that must have once been a ballroom or something similar, there were other children about her age. Apparently they were playing hide and seek, because a boy leaning against a lone pillar with his eyes closed was counting from 1 to 30. Quickly, Hermione closed her eyes as well and waited for the boy to finish counting so she could join him in the search. When the boy opened his eyes, he was a little surprised to see a strange girl standing in front of him. Quickly Hermione introduced herself; "Good afternoon, my name is Hermione, and who are you?"
"Eh, hello, I'm Richard," the boy replied. Hermione eyed him with interest. He was a little taller than Hermione and his skin was a little more brown than hers. His hair was black and unusually long for a boy, as it went down to about his shoulders. She liked that. "You guys are playing hide and seek, can I look with you?" she asked, smiling at him. "Yeah, sure. And then you can meet the others too" Richard replied. While they were searching together they were already talking animatedly, and when they had found the others all, Richard introduced them. "Hey guys, this is Hermione. She, like us, accidentally discovered these ruins here. If you guys agree, I'll let her join our gang." The kids murmured in agreement. "Okay, then I hereby accept you into our circle, Hermione!" announced Richard, admittedly a bit proudly. Of course, he had been quite pleased with his previous gang members, but this Hermione was finally someone on his level. No offense to the others, but Richard had noticed right away that Hermione was far smarter than the rest of his gang. Just like himself. That was probably one reason why the two of them had gotten along so well right away.
They spent the rest of the day together, and Hermione hadn't felt this good in a long time. They all romped around, played catch, and in the end let themselves fall onto the meadow, quite exhausted. When Hermione said goodbye in the evening and even hugged Richard, it was clear to both of them; they had already become best friends, and would hopefully remain so forever!
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Fifteen years old an smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through the backfields and gettin drunk with my friends
Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon I did it
Right, I was young then, take me back to when we found
Weekend jobs and when we got paid
We'd buy cheap spirits and drink them straight
Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long, oh how we've grown
But I can't wait to go home
The years passed, and soon Hermione was no longer a six-year-old girl, but a fifteen-year-old teenager. She still had contact with Richard, but what had become of the rest of the gang was unknown. The others had gradually dropped out of the group, and in the end only she and Richard were left. They still met regularly, and even though Hermione spent most of the year at Hogwarts, they still had at least the summer vacations.
One day, in the summer when Hermione would turn sixteen, they wandered the streets and pubs, as they had done so often recently. The last two school years had not been easy for Hermione; first in the fourth school year the Triemagische tournament, in which in the end even a student had to lose his life, and then in the fifth year this toad Umbridge. Hermione wanted, no, had to distract herself from that now. Richard, who would soon turn seventeen, ordered wine after wine for them both, as he often did. After a while, even more than wine. Some time ago Hermione had somehow managed to get hold of some weed, and today they were going to give the handmade cigarettes a try. Already plenty drunk, Hermione mumbled "Go on, you try it". Hesitantly, Richard agreed and carefully took a drag. Coughing, he warned Hermione; "Don't get your hands on that, it's awful!" Tomorrow was Saturday, and the two of them had to be fit to deliver newspapers, as they did every weekend, to earn some extra money. And with this money they would buy alcohol during the week... Richard had been thinking for a while that this really had to stop, but how was he going to tell Hermione? "Alright, no weed then. Will you get me a whiskey then?" she demanded. "Please Mine, let it go, that's enough for today!", Richard contradicted her and was already bracing himself for a drunken rant from her, but to his astonishment she remained calm. Fortunately, he wasn't drunk yet, so he paid and helped the staggering Hermione, who had clearly had far too much to drink, out into the open. They left the rest of their pub gang, which had formed over the last few weeks and was barely older than the two of them. Relieved, the two breathed in the cool, clean night air. The slight nausea that wanted to rise in them disappeared thereby also. Now a bit unsettled Richard said; "You, Mine, I have to tell you something". "So, what is it?" she wanted to know. But instead of saying anything else, he carefully leaned forward to her, took her chin in his hand, tried something around to give both noses room, and then gently breathed a kiss on her lips. For both of them it was their first kiss. In retrospect, they were both sure they had been silly, but at the time, their first kiss felt just beautiful.