A/Note: Wow! Usually I have these on every one of my chapters. O well. ANGST WARNING! I get really deep into Hermione's mind throughout this story. She's really OOC but I think that's justifiable. It'll be a while before Chapter 4 rears it maniacal head because I will be showing my horse at County Fair Wednsday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Which results in ZERO time to write. So bear with me. If I'm quick I might just have chapter 4 our tonight.
Oh and I don't own Harry Potter/Affiliates of Harry Potter. This is just my twisted, angsty mind. ^-^ Oh...BTW this takes place in seventh year
"I sent a letter via Capri to Dumlberdeal, er Dumerdolt, what's his name again Hermione?" Hermione rolled her eyes. She was sitting here freezing outside the train station while her father jabbered on and on about Dumbledore and his name pronunciation. However her anger, still fresh, kept her from responding. She just sat still immobile.
"Er..Anyway Hergurd, eh..Hagirdi? Some Groundskeeper is assisting you with your baggage. Here why don't you carry Crookshanks, you know how the old bastard loves to sit on your lap." Hermione glared at the cage. That seemed to be her favorite pasttime. Glaring at things. Making things wilt under the intense scrutiny She loved it. She trhived on it.
"So we're to meet him at Platform 9 and 3/4 at.. Jumping Johosephats! We're fifteen minutes late! God damnit! You'll have to-" His voice was lost as Hermione wordlessly wheeled to the entrance and dissapeared in the sea of people.
"It's a good thing I know where the platform is Mione!"
Initally Hermione was carrying enough money to buy a train ticket back to Udale which was the town next to Conrade. However before she could wind the bulky wheelchair through the unwavering crowd a large hand gripped her shoulder.
She couldn't face him or them. She couldn't wheel up to them in this chair and watch as they effortlessly walked beside her. But she turned anyway.
Hagrid couldn't believe how empty, how lifeless her eyes were. The used to sparkle with a light that was unmistakenable but still unplaceable. Now they were dull, dark..
"H-Hermione?" He asked in deep voice. She nodded. Now Hell lay before her..
Her father pushed the trolley behind Hermione and Hagrid. She didn't speak to him either which made him feel bittersweet. It pained him she wouldn't speak to him. He knew she had been through a traumatic experience. But he refused to see her kill herself even more than she already had.
"Well here we are. Rest assured Dr. Granger she'll be boarded with the utmost care." Darrel had never met Hagrid but already he liked the giant of a man.
"Thank you Hagrid." Before he could falter, Darrel shook hands and walked swiftly to his daughter.
"Write often sweetheart. We'll respond. If you need anything at all let me know." Hermione barely registered his words. She turned her head to him.
"I want to go home.." With that final admission She wheeled her chair forward into the Platform and straight into a crowd of people.
At once a hushed whisper went over the group of girls to her right. A flaming red head had her hand over her mouth tears forming at her eyes. She pushed through the girls to the wheelchair.
"Mione?" The name ran through her like a bolt of lightning. Everything that name had been through was horrid. She didn't want to remember that name.
"Don't call me that.." She whispered recognizing the girl as Ginny Weasley.
"Hermione? Is that you?"
"Of course it's me. Who else would it be? Charlie Chaplin!?" Already her cool disposition was fading as the increasing number of stares wrenched through her heart like a corkscrew. She hated their eyes upon her and her legs.
Ginny gasped at Hermione mean outburst. She turned back to her friends, Cynthia Wallis, Miranda Daget, and Sasha Randall, with a wide eyed horror they could not place.
"I wonder what happened to her?" Cynthia asked putting her hands into the pockets of her cloak. "She was awfully rude. Isn't that one who always hangs out with your brother and Harry?"
"Yeah..." Ginny turned back to the retreating figure a cage dutifully in her lap. The thin arms looked as if they would break if any pressure were to be put on them. The equally thing figure made the wheelchair look like a large recliner the kind you can sink into to.
"C'mon Harry stop pacing. I'm sure she has a good reason for now owling back." Ron ran his hand through his longer hair blue eyes watching Harry move back and forth before the train.
"It's not like her. Why didn't she owl? When I see her-"
"Honestly! Your both paranoid!" Lavendar and Parvati appeared behind them. Lavendar's hair had once been blonde but now it matched her name. The purple locks were silky and shining standing out against the black robe. Parvati's hair was still black but green streaks wound it's way through the plaited strands.
"Wow. I mean..Erm..Have you seen Hermione?"
"No. But I saw Cynthia Wallis with Ginny. Ginny looked like she had just seen a-" Parvati stopped as her eyes wound past Ron and Harry back to the thin skeleton of a girl sitting in a wheelchair. Lavendar followed her friend's gaze becoming equally awed.
"Hermione??"
She held her breath when she saw the two familiar figures. The cold look had not disappeared for she would be damned to let them see the pain welled up in her.
They were talking to Lavendar and Parvati or rather Lavendar and Parvati were talking to them. But it all changed when she wheeled out of the crowd behind her friends.
When they turned She wanted to cry. Just the looks they gave her like she was a child uncapable of doing anything withered her battered soul even more.
"Well..Are you going to sit there staring at me or are you going to say hello.."
Oh and I don't own Harry Potter/Affiliates of Harry Potter. This is just my twisted, angsty mind. ^-^ Oh...BTW this takes place in seventh year
"I sent a letter via Capri to Dumlberdeal, er Dumerdolt, what's his name again Hermione?" Hermione rolled her eyes. She was sitting here freezing outside the train station while her father jabbered on and on about Dumbledore and his name pronunciation. However her anger, still fresh, kept her from responding. She just sat still immobile.
"Er..Anyway Hergurd, eh..Hagirdi? Some Groundskeeper is assisting you with your baggage. Here why don't you carry Crookshanks, you know how the old bastard loves to sit on your lap." Hermione glared at the cage. That seemed to be her favorite pasttime. Glaring at things. Making things wilt under the intense scrutiny She loved it. She trhived on it.
"So we're to meet him at Platform 9 and 3/4 at.. Jumping Johosephats! We're fifteen minutes late! God damnit! You'll have to-" His voice was lost as Hermione wordlessly wheeled to the entrance and dissapeared in the sea of people.
"It's a good thing I know where the platform is Mione!"
Initally Hermione was carrying enough money to buy a train ticket back to Udale which was the town next to Conrade. However before she could wind the bulky wheelchair through the unwavering crowd a large hand gripped her shoulder.
She couldn't face him or them. She couldn't wheel up to them in this chair and watch as they effortlessly walked beside her. But she turned anyway.
Hagrid couldn't believe how empty, how lifeless her eyes were. The used to sparkle with a light that was unmistakenable but still unplaceable. Now they were dull, dark..
"H-Hermione?" He asked in deep voice. She nodded. Now Hell lay before her..
Her father pushed the trolley behind Hermione and Hagrid. She didn't speak to him either which made him feel bittersweet. It pained him she wouldn't speak to him. He knew she had been through a traumatic experience. But he refused to see her kill herself even more than she already had.
"Well here we are. Rest assured Dr. Granger she'll be boarded with the utmost care." Darrel had never met Hagrid but already he liked the giant of a man.
"Thank you Hagrid." Before he could falter, Darrel shook hands and walked swiftly to his daughter.
"Write often sweetheart. We'll respond. If you need anything at all let me know." Hermione barely registered his words. She turned her head to him.
"I want to go home.." With that final admission She wheeled her chair forward into the Platform and straight into a crowd of people.
At once a hushed whisper went over the group of girls to her right. A flaming red head had her hand over her mouth tears forming at her eyes. She pushed through the girls to the wheelchair.
"Mione?" The name ran through her like a bolt of lightning. Everything that name had been through was horrid. She didn't want to remember that name.
"Don't call me that.." She whispered recognizing the girl as Ginny Weasley.
"Hermione? Is that you?"
"Of course it's me. Who else would it be? Charlie Chaplin!?" Already her cool disposition was fading as the increasing number of stares wrenched through her heart like a corkscrew. She hated their eyes upon her and her legs.
Ginny gasped at Hermione mean outburst. She turned back to her friends, Cynthia Wallis, Miranda Daget, and Sasha Randall, with a wide eyed horror they could not place.
"I wonder what happened to her?" Cynthia asked putting her hands into the pockets of her cloak. "She was awfully rude. Isn't that one who always hangs out with your brother and Harry?"
"Yeah..." Ginny turned back to the retreating figure a cage dutifully in her lap. The thin arms looked as if they would break if any pressure were to be put on them. The equally thing figure made the wheelchair look like a large recliner the kind you can sink into to.
"C'mon Harry stop pacing. I'm sure she has a good reason for now owling back." Ron ran his hand through his longer hair blue eyes watching Harry move back and forth before the train.
"It's not like her. Why didn't she owl? When I see her-"
"Honestly! Your both paranoid!" Lavendar and Parvati appeared behind them. Lavendar's hair had once been blonde but now it matched her name. The purple locks were silky and shining standing out against the black robe. Parvati's hair was still black but green streaks wound it's way through the plaited strands.
"Wow. I mean..Erm..Have you seen Hermione?"
"No. But I saw Cynthia Wallis with Ginny. Ginny looked like she had just seen a-" Parvati stopped as her eyes wound past Ron and Harry back to the thin skeleton of a girl sitting in a wheelchair. Lavendar followed her friend's gaze becoming equally awed.
"Hermione??"
She held her breath when she saw the two familiar figures. The cold look had not disappeared for she would be damned to let them see the pain welled up in her.
They were talking to Lavendar and Parvati or rather Lavendar and Parvati were talking to them. But it all changed when she wheeled out of the crowd behind her friends.
When they turned She wanted to cry. Just the looks they gave her like she was a child uncapable of doing anything withered her battered soul even more.
"Well..Are you going to sit there staring at me or are you going to say hello.."