Chapter 3
Hermione woke up with a start, a burning sensation was beginning to take over her as she opened her eyes, she was standing in front of a large mirror, she could see herself looking at her own eyes, tears running down her cheeks, and her lips pressed in an attempt not to scream, she glanced at her left hand and saw the white sleeve of her shirt covered in a crimson liquid, the other holding a silver dagger covered in blood.
Coming back to reality, Hermione looked at herself and noticed the long gash across her left palm, blood, was still running, but the wound was almost dried a huge dark scab was beginning to form, though the flesh still open, red muscles showing off in midair.
Her head began racing. She wasn't dead, she didn't even cut in the right place! Annoyed and dizzy by the sight of the wound, she looked at the other arm and saw that it had been untouched. Damn, she cursed to herself, now she was daydreaming about the most important thing, which she didn't even got right.
But she felt relieved.
Hermione cleaned the silver dagger and shoved it into her pocket, then proceeded to clean her wound, splashing and staining the large mirror with red drops. After everything was all cleaned up, she walked out of the bathroom, cursing again silently but not daring to going back and finish the task at hand.
It was already late at night and her mother hadn't gotten back from her date. Pity, Hermione though, that morning would be the last time she'd seen her. The young woman was taking some clothes from her drawers and shoving them into a small bag, she took a few personal things and grabbed her magic wand from the bureau.
Hermione apparated in the kitchen and took a piece of paper from the counter and a pen to scribble a note for her mother.
Mum:
Im leaving, im not telling you where or why but I really don't think you would care. Im sorry if ever caused you problems but I think this will be better for both of us.
Don't bother looking for me, I wont come back
Have a nice life.
Hermione.
Hermione posted the small note on the fridge and headed to the front door. Taking a last glimpse of the small, comfy but always loveless house she opened the door and disappeared in the darkness of the streets.
The streets of the muggle world were silent and not a soul could be seen. Where would she go now? Stay in the muggle world and live like a hermit? No, she wouldn't waste all she learned like that. So what then? Go look for a job at the ministry? That was the last she wanted, everybody she knew was there and it was for sure that she wouldn't want to see them again.
No, right now wasn't a time to think, her feet were sore and she needed to rest. The closest Muggle motel was across the street so she decided to take a little break before starting everything the next morning.
The receptionist was a dark short-haired girl with black clothing pale skin, skull collars and spike bracelets. Hermione cleared her throat and the girl looked up at her, she had black lipstick and had black rings around her eyes, not exactly because of sleeplessness.
"What do you want?" she snapped and looked at Hermione with an annoying look on her face. Oh yeah? Well, she could play that game too.
"Easy there, you don't want to be picking up your head across the street, now do you?" Hermione shoot back in the exact same tome causing the girl to glare at her, well, she deserved it, "I need a room, only tonight, Can you do that or your brain is too small to register my words?"
Hermione 1 , Little bitch 0
The girl stopped glaring and looked on the papers, then she mumbled for her name and giving her a fake name, the little wench handed her the keys of the room.
"See? Wasn't that bad after all , was it?" Hermione began walking to her room, but the girl interrupted her. "Nice comeback, have a nice stay" she said surprise, anger and a bit of respect mixed within her words. Hermione smiled disappearing down the hall.
Night passed quite fast and the next morning Hermione was struggling to get dressed and sat down on the bed to think a bit.
Where would she go now? That question had been bothering her since last night and even thought she didn't wanted to answer it right away the question wouldn't go away.
Hermione stood up from the bed and out of the room, people coming out of nearby rooms and the annoying sound of cars waiting outside was her morning greet. She managed to struggle between the mass of people around the counter and the receptionist flashed her a small grin before she left.
Once outside she headed to the muggle bank where she had a small count, especially made for her studies, and emptied it. She closed her count and made sure that her name disappeared from the clients list.
An hour or so later, she was once again walking down the streets with the small bag and a useless stick buried under a clean shirt and her silver dagger.
Without even realising, she was standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron, the door to the Magic world, the main cause of her problems.
Quickly not wanting to draw any attention, she walked into the small pub and making sure that nobody recognized her she asked for a room, Tom, the owner of the tavern died a year or so ago and his grandson was the one who owned it now.
Finally in the warm room, Hermione threw her bag to the floor and walked to the window that showed Diagon Alley, the noisy Wizarding world before her eyes was the enemy now, the people she had once known was now deep buried within her memories and all she felt for them now was pure hatred.
She wanted them dead.
Hermione walked to the small bathroom and looked herself in the mirror, Her once warm hazel eyes were cold and had lost its vibrant light, her hair, no longer bushy fell way down below her shoulders. One thing she hated about her old self was her hair, always messy and long, it hadn't changed very much with the time, but It had grown a lot during the last couple of years.
Her faithful wand was now at the edge of the sink , Hermione took it and pointed at her head. Not for another attempt of suicide, but to finish with the remains of the person she had hated most.
Hermione muttered the simple spell, and her once long hair was now short and straight, it now fell over her shoulders and it looked, well, different. Leaving the wand on the sink again, she muttered a few words and closed her eyes, when she opened them again, she noticed a pair of deep blue eyes peering at her.
Satisfied, Hermione looked herself once more in the mirror, there was no big difference, but it WAS a difference.
Grinning she left the bathroom and went to sit by the window, that led to the wizarding world. Which would be the best way to hurt the people that had once treated her like a big nothing? How could she tear them all apart? How could she ever destroy them?
Kill them?
She knew the answer, oh lord! Of course she knew it! She had been thinking about it ever since she had left her house the last night.
But it wouldn't be easy.
But it was all part of it? Hell, why she was called the most intelligent witch of her generation if she couldn't get what she wanted.
And if she wanted this, why would it be hard?
This was going to be fun. A/N: thanks to my first reviewer, I know it doesn't sounds so angsty right now, but it'll get so, eventually.
Hermione woke up with a start, a burning sensation was beginning to take over her as she opened her eyes, she was standing in front of a large mirror, she could see herself looking at her own eyes, tears running down her cheeks, and her lips pressed in an attempt not to scream, she glanced at her left hand and saw the white sleeve of her shirt covered in a crimson liquid, the other holding a silver dagger covered in blood.
Coming back to reality, Hermione looked at herself and noticed the long gash across her left palm, blood, was still running, but the wound was almost dried a huge dark scab was beginning to form, though the flesh still open, red muscles showing off in midair.
Her head began racing. She wasn't dead, she didn't even cut in the right place! Annoyed and dizzy by the sight of the wound, she looked at the other arm and saw that it had been untouched. Damn, she cursed to herself, now she was daydreaming about the most important thing, which she didn't even got right.
But she felt relieved.
Hermione cleaned the silver dagger and shoved it into her pocket, then proceeded to clean her wound, splashing and staining the large mirror with red drops. After everything was all cleaned up, she walked out of the bathroom, cursing again silently but not daring to going back and finish the task at hand.
It was already late at night and her mother hadn't gotten back from her date. Pity, Hermione though, that morning would be the last time she'd seen her. The young woman was taking some clothes from her drawers and shoving them into a small bag, she took a few personal things and grabbed her magic wand from the bureau.
Hermione apparated in the kitchen and took a piece of paper from the counter and a pen to scribble a note for her mother.
Mum:
Im leaving, im not telling you where or why but I really don't think you would care. Im sorry if ever caused you problems but I think this will be better for both of us.
Don't bother looking for me, I wont come back
Have a nice life.
Hermione.
Hermione posted the small note on the fridge and headed to the front door. Taking a last glimpse of the small, comfy but always loveless house she opened the door and disappeared in the darkness of the streets.
The streets of the muggle world were silent and not a soul could be seen. Where would she go now? Stay in the muggle world and live like a hermit? No, she wouldn't waste all she learned like that. So what then? Go look for a job at the ministry? That was the last she wanted, everybody she knew was there and it was for sure that she wouldn't want to see them again.
No, right now wasn't a time to think, her feet were sore and she needed to rest. The closest Muggle motel was across the street so she decided to take a little break before starting everything the next morning.
The receptionist was a dark short-haired girl with black clothing pale skin, skull collars and spike bracelets. Hermione cleared her throat and the girl looked up at her, she had black lipstick and had black rings around her eyes, not exactly because of sleeplessness.
"What do you want?" she snapped and looked at Hermione with an annoying look on her face. Oh yeah? Well, she could play that game too.
"Easy there, you don't want to be picking up your head across the street, now do you?" Hermione shoot back in the exact same tome causing the girl to glare at her, well, she deserved it, "I need a room, only tonight, Can you do that or your brain is too small to register my words?"
Hermione 1 , Little bitch 0
The girl stopped glaring and looked on the papers, then she mumbled for her name and giving her a fake name, the little wench handed her the keys of the room.
"See? Wasn't that bad after all , was it?" Hermione began walking to her room, but the girl interrupted her. "Nice comeback, have a nice stay" she said surprise, anger and a bit of respect mixed within her words. Hermione smiled disappearing down the hall.
Night passed quite fast and the next morning Hermione was struggling to get dressed and sat down on the bed to think a bit.
Where would she go now? That question had been bothering her since last night and even thought she didn't wanted to answer it right away the question wouldn't go away.
Hermione stood up from the bed and out of the room, people coming out of nearby rooms and the annoying sound of cars waiting outside was her morning greet. She managed to struggle between the mass of people around the counter and the receptionist flashed her a small grin before she left.
Once outside she headed to the muggle bank where she had a small count, especially made for her studies, and emptied it. She closed her count and made sure that her name disappeared from the clients list.
An hour or so later, she was once again walking down the streets with the small bag and a useless stick buried under a clean shirt and her silver dagger.
Without even realising, she was standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron, the door to the Magic world, the main cause of her problems.
Quickly not wanting to draw any attention, she walked into the small pub and making sure that nobody recognized her she asked for a room, Tom, the owner of the tavern died a year or so ago and his grandson was the one who owned it now.
Finally in the warm room, Hermione threw her bag to the floor and walked to the window that showed Diagon Alley, the noisy Wizarding world before her eyes was the enemy now, the people she had once known was now deep buried within her memories and all she felt for them now was pure hatred.
She wanted them dead.
Hermione walked to the small bathroom and looked herself in the mirror, Her once warm hazel eyes were cold and had lost its vibrant light, her hair, no longer bushy fell way down below her shoulders. One thing she hated about her old self was her hair, always messy and long, it hadn't changed very much with the time, but It had grown a lot during the last couple of years.
Her faithful wand was now at the edge of the sink , Hermione took it and pointed at her head. Not for another attempt of suicide, but to finish with the remains of the person she had hated most.
Hermione muttered the simple spell, and her once long hair was now short and straight, it now fell over her shoulders and it looked, well, different. Leaving the wand on the sink again, she muttered a few words and closed her eyes, when she opened them again, she noticed a pair of deep blue eyes peering at her.
Satisfied, Hermione looked herself once more in the mirror, there was no big difference, but it WAS a difference.
Grinning she left the bathroom and went to sit by the window, that led to the wizarding world. Which would be the best way to hurt the people that had once treated her like a big nothing? How could she tear them all apart? How could she ever destroy them?
Kill them?
She knew the answer, oh lord! Of course she knew it! She had been thinking about it ever since she had left her house the last night.
But it wouldn't be easy.
But it was all part of it? Hell, why she was called the most intelligent witch of her generation if she couldn't get what she wanted.
And if she wanted this, why would it be hard?
This was going to be fun. A/N: thanks to my first reviewer, I know it doesn't sounds so angsty right now, but it'll get so, eventually.